tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59014735759134841352024-03-19T00:20:10.414-04:00Hosey Makes ThreeThis blog chronicles the adventures of my family as we try to navigate through raising a baby. Mama, Daddy-o, Roxanne (the baby formerly known as Hosey) and our dog Katie. Things are good!adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.comBlogger407125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-73947783851947062842012-07-29T10:30:00.002-04:002012-07-29T10:30:45.838-04:00Radio Silence?Six months. Plus or minus. Ack!!! All I can say is that life is busy with two little ones, a full time job, and graduate school! Instead of trying to go back and fill in all of the lovely things I've missed (sorry Nadine!) I'll try to just update on what is happening now, a week-ish before our littlest is turning ONE!<br />
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Nadine is now walking, and getting less wobbly every day. She is so proud of herself as she gets from one point to the next, and it's so fun to watch. She is very chirpy and chatty most of the time, although it's still hard to identify specific words. She uses "uh-oh" correctly and says it in a very adorable way. She says "Da-da" to Justin, but also uses a variation of it when she's waving goodbye (sounds slightly more like "di-di"). She says "mama," but usually in a whiny voice when she wants to nurse. Sigh. She seems to have a greeting for our cat BooBoo, and they have a love/hate relationship. As in, Nadine loves BooBoo and BooBoo mostly hates Nadine. They have had a few spats, but Nadine doesn't seem to mind the scratches much. She is, as Justin calls her, "a good sport." She gets knocked around quite a bit by all of the older kids, and she really takes most of it in stride. She wants to be right in there with them, and loves to laugh at their silly antics, and only cries when she gets a toy taken away, or gets genuinely hurt. She is such a sweet, lovely little thing. She has her two bottom front teeth, and her top left one is now mostly coming through. I'm thinking the top left will follow shortly. <br />
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We'll be celebrating Nadine's birthday at our neighborhood pool next weekend. Just a nice low key get-together, but it means so much to us. We had to struggle to get our little Nadine, and I couldn't be more thankful to have her.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-30781341485040791682012-02-19T16:18:00.005-05:002012-02-19T16:58:23.917-05:00Six Month Check-up<div>So Nadine turned 6 months on February 7, but she just had her check-up last week. She's doing great! She's over 18 pounds now, but she's still 75th percentile for weight and 80th for height. It's hard to believe that she's not higher, since Roxanne was always over 90th, and Nadine seems equally huge. Comparatively, Nadine is just a little peanut. She's continuing to baby talk, and says "blah bah," "ma ma" and some other sounds pretty often. She is giggling more and more now, too. Her favorite things to giggle at are always completely unexpected and random, like a poster for diabetes at the Publix Pharmacy yesterday... She has a quirky sense of humor already! She sits up really well and loves sitting on the floor and playing with toys. Her favorite toys include her Sofie giraffe teething toy (easily the best teether I've ever seen, and I highly recommend) and a Melissa and Doug wooden caterpillar. She also likes plastic rings, and enjoys waving them around her head. She absolutely loves Roxanne, and even when she's fussy, Roxanne can get her to smile. Nadine loves grabbing her hair and yanking it, but Roxanne is very sweet about it. They are such nice little sisters at this point. Here's hoping they stay that way! Justin has incorporated Nadine into their storytime most nights, and Roxanne is very giving about it and always seems to pick at least one "baby story" that she thinks Nadine will like. For her part, Nadine seems to really love story time. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAMJ9U1WrvXbvBNqyAjeOirwYTNn-Omw5ZFRaehaTJWiWNnnzsN2MF0UI0-flYKuayVomm6EeRnqBs39g7gKWX-KgRFd8-hF5RgAKIPTV5gPtqS1NwIjgvAb3xcn9cG_OqWi4ZHMKkYE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710967876010611570" /></a>adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-83165024364923615742012-01-26T20:48:00.006-05:002012-01-26T21:26:19.444-05:00Bedtimes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmHzTsefnlSV1WuDz4C5X0aNUA_6C-03Za1Z20K5vNnjXgypClZRWL7wmpMyL0d8hyphenhyphen1BU7RiVw_3EUHxwSLU101l0qnE0hd5_-CckZ_2QPhocka-g2Cjz2MCuwlyiDHCRX3qsosjsIL8/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmHzTsefnlSV1WuDz4C5X0aNUA_6C-03Za1Z20K5vNnjXgypClZRWL7wmpMyL0d8hyphenhyphen1BU7RiVw_3EUHxwSLU101l0qnE0hd5_-CckZ_2QPhocka-g2Cjz2MCuwlyiDHCRX3qsosjsIL8/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702128387962494658" /></a>Justin is such a sweet Daddy. He puts Roxanne to bed every night, and now Nadine joins in for story time. She doesn't always make it through both stories, but she definitely loves it most of the time. Roxanne is very sweet and shares his lap without complaining. And she giggles when Nadine tries to eat the book. Which always happens.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOQgtUHht6cc1mbgkSzZ9MaJ_uDm3QFB_sFxQfTXIWg2VUpViE_fUQ6iPUgBewIui3ElUGGzQVTENbmoZaXKcAH9xYN7JNkouxtdI1XRo_Eu5ZN7y4fVTwxNx3jhOJAWEOa2Jy8rHMM4/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOQgtUHht6cc1mbgkSzZ9MaJ_uDm3QFB_sFxQfTXIWg2VUpViE_fUQ6iPUgBewIui3ElUGGzQVTENbmoZaXKcAH9xYN7JNkouxtdI1XRo_Eu5ZN7y4fVTwxNx3jhOJAWEOa2Jy8rHMM4/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702128382286527010" /></a>As you can see, her eyes are still blue!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOjpm4LjzK_4diDDUkbIZYMA4QC5_K5JaHlouSjGcF-wKFOLYH1-OgybnPHjXRNRH-GD5SQJcC1-EG6QND4g5yPKaS8_4fJU4Dxpov2hHfoqwau0IsNANb88Ie1fFNQyDovUM5hO5OSg/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOjpm4LjzK_4diDDUkbIZYMA4QC5_K5JaHlouSjGcF-wKFOLYH1-OgybnPHjXRNRH-GD5SQJcC1-EG6QND4g5yPKaS8_4fJU4Dxpov2hHfoqwau0IsNANb88Ie1fFNQyDovUM5hO5OSg/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702127524774278178" /></a>She loves grabbing her toes. She gets frustrated with these footy jammies because she can't get her toes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHMo4FfDi3JWrbDJzanuaVVm9dJgWsAmqmQUAU7UgbN0i85s8S9Xn6NbelChJz0Xhvcsn1v8fv9-9oM5ROAsd6W918E0hHdJWxbhFWYKoV12YR_XaPY2L4yMhXdxyy15FDYNUbQYMVRc/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHMo4FfDi3JWrbDJzanuaVVm9dJgWsAmqmQUAU7UgbN0i85s8S9Xn6NbelChJz0Xhvcsn1v8fv9-9oM5ROAsd6W918E0hHdJWxbhFWYKoV12YR_XaPY2L4yMhXdxyy15FDYNUbQYMVRc/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702127500283473618" /></a>These are her Alice in Wonderland jammies. So cute. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lspwzPRZ_IIGNVwQLZnn0lrACJnyj6v7pV0aqZseSF7kmgD69CkzTkClEgH8ib5dzezNtL8hyphenhyphenZmcB7RmJkimj456LhmOrhQkGnCHxXvY1ge0BBc8ALhuOP14JLEnh-Ht4C4K9XfRy40/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lspwzPRZ_IIGNVwQLZnn0lrACJnyj6v7pV0aqZseSF7kmgD69CkzTkClEgH8ib5dzezNtL8hyphenhyphenZmcB7RmJkimj456LhmOrhQkGnCHxXvY1ge0BBc8ALhuOP14JLEnh-Ht4C4K9XfRy40/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702127498443491986" /></a>She sits up really well, but only for short amounts of time. She's staring up at Roxanne's chandelier. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVf2H0BMpgFxwK9ioH_I-Z0psZ-oDwXv-2f8Sk58dWauSb6DdA9lgpK692hKmFZexhdruI1MVy1SN76mNR2aKA72hiL3xg5Ltnm01eExhhcu9gfzCGV7KzN5aWr1koLubiqduzLc06I0/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVf2H0BMpgFxwK9ioH_I-Z0psZ-oDwXv-2f8Sk58dWauSb6DdA9lgpK692hKmFZexhdruI1MVy1SN76mNR2aKA72hiL3xg5Ltnm01eExhhcu9gfzCGV7KzN5aWr1koLubiqduzLc06I0/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702125589925505842" /></a>She's getting so big...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zqgtm0lpYsESunxds9IM4UJO1Rcqc3Ks2BiA4MktWPtAD7lAh3NNmc-R4M6gOO5jWWaph6oGoVqtwuAo-E4CmescXIQdnNzw2mslQOfdTOzyfPWixfzkapTyE6AkOWlHIOK2jJ2TySA/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Zqgtm0lpYsESunxds9IM4UJO1Rcqc3Ks2BiA4MktWPtAD7lAh3NNmc-R4M6gOO5jWWaph6oGoVqtwuAo-E4CmescXIQdnNzw2mslQOfdTOzyfPWixfzkapTyE6AkOWlHIOK2jJ2TySA/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702125588239701954" /></a>Sisterly empathy. Nadine is mid-scream here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_DOlmXUh2Tz1DRkodNlFbU8QsA7yUN1mgLRI_vPhv5H4ijoqTRa3Vurre07jI7lJMtXTt6196jj5XFCJBmm5Gc3TqFjNmO6PBWz9cceMdWKFCqB_155bWqER4Cv-uOMQ-WIiwJvwB5E/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_DOlmXUh2Tz1DRkodNlFbU8QsA7yUN1mgLRI_vPhv5H4ijoqTRa3Vurre07jI7lJMtXTt6196jj5XFCJBmm5Gc3TqFjNmO6PBWz9cceMdWKFCqB_155bWqER4Cv-uOMQ-WIiwJvwB5E/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702125570413203650" /></a>Nadine thinks Roxanne is hilarious.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vi-ThoZm8olsrJBU7IVwvyZQEMVlSXyGsvuIvv935XnP_Ew4-vsRSDdq6KiSSuLN0Vn_7RZc3Z1_7oNigqHQ3zGhi0Kvsbf_BprgedojYfHdJ5znRDrOxl46ivf5WzKELRxV7ZXLzq8/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vi-ThoZm8olsrJBU7IVwvyZQEMVlSXyGsvuIvv935XnP_Ew4-vsRSDdq6KiSSuLN0Vn_7RZc3Z1_7oNigqHQ3zGhi0Kvsbf_BprgedojYfHdJ5znRDrOxl46ivf5WzKELRxV7ZXLzq8/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702125563400654802" /></a>Sisters. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH73Lhyphenhyphenoije_3rQQc14QkzHc471qP9vPVfD-4TXSsGzl2VX0EykcMAgErkkTMObJii9OAx7Xv1Ja1us3JudFHkhuc0tDTuvt8S0HYho57QksK8XNXfpBh6gv9dlJng6tT0AK80-6Msrnc/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH73Lhyphenhyphenoije_3rQQc14QkzHc471qP9vPVfD-4TXSsGzl2VX0EykcMAgErkkTMObJii9OAx7Xv1Ja1us3JudFHkhuc0tDTuvt8S0HYho57QksK8XNXfpBh6gv9dlJng6tT0AK80-6Msrnc/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702123239667469410" /></a>They're both such beautiful and sweet ladies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgnRLKXropYhVxJ8IK-lzGcgkqHajEGPxLCpHCcQRHK2EZjq-Oc7l9mrezxg69zTY8bxjiRTU4aGjxHJXWNq1K3vg1rv-UZnDaS8qm_zdsNp6v3IpZHmfrJ02IdLQWLYGeQk55Cgen2M/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgnRLKXropYhVxJ8IK-lzGcgkqHajEGPxLCpHCcQRHK2EZjq-Oc7l9mrezxg69zTY8bxjiRTU4aGjxHJXWNq1K3vg1rv-UZnDaS8qm_zdsNp6v3IpZHmfrJ02IdLQWLYGeQk55Cgen2M/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702123222183659218" /></a>Blurry, but I couldn't resist.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvz-zy1ASwEZaod7iGTFLK6e-eBgUCIs8kjl4zUIBiAkFm9BZA8Y527vyNh3gmYieN2Spvw_AXux3HQv7X5i7aJTMZgCcIqpIJVq73u6EEK1Eh0jlr3KdBMnxPMI04QghORCVeq1_xqs/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvz-zy1ASwEZaod7iGTFLK6e-eBgUCIs8kjl4zUIBiAkFm9BZA8Y527vyNh3gmYieN2Spvw_AXux3HQv7X5i7aJTMZgCcIqpIJVq73u6EEK1Eh0jlr3KdBMnxPMI04QghORCVeq1_xqs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702123221562338994" /></a>She's doing great with tummy time. But she has figured out how to roll from her tummy back to her back or side, so it's hard to keep her up without some kind of toy, etc.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqJ_lM8BckRa6anmcd_3DYiJk6aOOtL5HMKMQgSDmFgdc7QBGI-PGH-ld3Q_5uGvNUO6XsSzOnTggglIEYkzpuwOO0vupp_IGphb6QpRB98TRgTWoji-2ditdqdjP1J0lx4J7GKrxvJY/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgqJ_lM8BckRa6anmcd_3DYiJk6aOOtL5HMKMQgSDmFgdc7QBGI-PGH-ld3Q_5uGvNUO6XsSzOnTggglIEYkzpuwOO0vupp_IGphb6QpRB98TRgTWoji-2ditdqdjP1J0lx4J7GKrxvJY/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702123201688529794" /></a>I can't believe she might crawl soon... Ack!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5xB8AqOPgOj8frfonVnBTzWDPispQnHVKQktv3Sp8IWjfgtehXBv2arD5JqtlgWYD_3jW1LcGQ09UxvpdhxMa3MXHXDeF3_x5-iMuNbYCmMoK3q-2SqU7_4VgCb03avZPGvbcc_VEVM/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5xB8AqOPgOj8frfonVnBTzWDPispQnHVKQktv3Sp8IWjfgtehXBv2arD5JqtlgWYD_3jW1LcGQ09UxvpdhxMa3MXHXDeF3_x5-iMuNbYCmMoK3q-2SqU7_4VgCb03avZPGvbcc_VEVM/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702123200060626626" /></a>Again, blurry, but her face when she is watching Roxanne is just wonderful.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-74121735551675311312012-01-16T21:29:00.005-05:002012-01-16T22:05:05.751-05:00Where to start?!<div>I know, I missed blogging Roxanne's 4th birthday, Justin's 30th birthday, Christmas, and New Year. I won't try to catch up with all of that. I'll just say that all of it was wonderful. Roxanne had her party at Little Shop of Stories in Decatur (where we had her 1st birthday party) and she wanted a Christmas theme. Most of her little school buddies came, and it was perfect. Lots of fun was had by all. :) For Justin, I threw a surprise party and some of his co-workers and friends came. We celebrated Justin's big 3-0 here at home in a fairly tame way, but he WAS very surprised and everyone had a nice time showing Justin how awesome we think he is. Christmas was the usual whirlwind of visiting, gift-wrap, and happy family moments. It was beautiful to share the holiday with baby Nadine. Santa brought her some goodies, probably because Roxanne was sure to tell Santa what Nadine wanted. Always looking out for her sister! In current news, Roxanne is doing wonderfully in school, and is quite the artist. She is learning to write some letters and recognize the sounds that they make. She love love loves to sing now, too. She still sings Christmas songs constantly, but she often substitutes the words for whatever is convenient (and silly). Nadine is grabbing everything she can get her hands on, and wants to put all of it into her mouth. She is sitting on her own for short periods (like 4 seconds...) before toppling over. She wants to be in the exersaucer as much as possible. We have started her on rice cereal and some apple mixed in. We had planned to wait until 6 months, but the doctor said we could start at 4 months, and she won't really take a bottle, so we opted to start her on cereal so Justin could feed her while I'm in class Monday and Tuesday nights. She doesn't eat that much of it, but she does very well with it! She's up to 17 pounds 5 ounces now, and she is so so long! Our littlest baby is getting not so little. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-z5cXxTRR88xzq3m-oS64fv-NBw49sibAZq4Xk7LpR4Mbj0twpkyVfHi59FgXIhIBGsb3fbtY1RVon8432GqXf3oSg1-w6UdI9tZG78S1IR3u7zyKQGeVOLWx6tIoVOt6RyvLPNTRhj8/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-z5cXxTRR88xzq3m-oS64fv-NBw49sibAZq4Xk7LpR4Mbj0twpkyVfHi59FgXIhIBGsb3fbtY1RVon8432GqXf3oSg1-w6UdI9tZG78S1IR3u7zyKQGeVOLWx6tIoVOt6RyvLPNTRhj8/s400/073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428391086936946" /></a>Nadine in her high chair!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PhbBJbKU91ujmYv9mUfcC8CKc60RcB9ZEml5cdmZGcE-_oPURCC1dDzUlJphEir1d52NirSEvsXQ5rN0T3emb24F6nMjvuAhuUxAmzmSTuARRs_lKK0qNkADz1GF1nB8kWzU2Cj-FoA/s1600/068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PhbBJbKU91ujmYv9mUfcC8CKc60RcB9ZEml5cdmZGcE-_oPURCC1dDzUlJphEir1d52NirSEvsXQ5rN0T3emb24F6nMjvuAhuUxAmzmSTuARRs_lKK0qNkADz1GF1nB8kWzU2Cj-FoA/s400/068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428383624837794" /></a>On the floor gym at work.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CzcDCI7vkMI_kUrxUlR7bXiXJ3cdzzrzrIxWmaCG3LQmVo5XenyQzZGWtFGydzmwdw3bjmqyit_f2tGJUu2kZ_SFWKk6CHroV0HEQkAYdPHXJlcmF4zMF750kIcE4KWmcFiDCxhDAHA/s1600/063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CzcDCI7vkMI_kUrxUlR7bXiXJ3cdzzrzrIxWmaCG3LQmVo5XenyQzZGWtFGydzmwdw3bjmqyit_f2tGJUu2kZ_SFWKk6CHroV0HEQkAYdPHXJlcmF4zMF750kIcE4KWmcFiDCxhDAHA/s400/063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428373868254210" /></a>Who needs toys when you have chub toes?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrRrIAq6e1AoI4cSxAD83B3ZmF7t286PbFP-a1TRsJYT2F4tICepAR7GcKW2zFMjj4tcgHHY7_pIuiLT_7gM9fyVusz-CoS4jcV0UGoMlffddMQjS76QAqPKabIvXzEKHoZDctqZBTBU/s1600/051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrRrIAq6e1AoI4cSxAD83B3ZmF7t286PbFP-a1TRsJYT2F4tICepAR7GcKW2zFMjj4tcgHHY7_pIuiLT_7gM9fyVusz-CoS4jcV0UGoMlffddMQjS76QAqPKabIvXzEKHoZDctqZBTBU/s400/051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428356769660834" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Nadine eating her first cereal with Roxanne's help.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2s-wnjgBQEHkb3MXtHVSTpUupVuiIxMZyH_a_9_XhEy882ykiYDS5FG5yB3wdCTDwdct1vvbanvdG0aH9GfyjoIqzcoKGObmJYJZXg9wm15Zszw1YbUg7RVhOVs7yT2s33LNDbPByPw/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2s-wnjgBQEHkb3MXtHVSTpUupVuiIxMZyH_a_9_XhEy882ykiYDS5FG5yB3wdCTDwdct1vvbanvdG0aH9GfyjoIqzcoKGObmJYJZXg9wm15Zszw1YbUg7RVhOVs7yT2s33LNDbPByPw/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427627612802962" /></a>Christmas morning!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWO3WiCISyFcmz6vvv3anIanqa-s696V6dcl_XE66FUl79Vl1Y2NFi5tW6QlURpTGctkehiUrfWUQ3m5ZJLr6JEBSkPP0aQQDDxeAq06bJTdGLd4ZzroOMS6HsvXWyiGbWPyo-1cmpvpM/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWO3WiCISyFcmz6vvv3anIanqa-s696V6dcl_XE66FUl79Vl1Y2NFi5tW6QlURpTGctkehiUrfWUQ3m5ZJLr6JEBSkPP0aQQDDxeAq06bJTdGLd4ZzroOMS6HsvXWyiGbWPyo-1cmpvpM/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427606616897426" /></a>Hot chocolate on the trolley at Callaway (light show!).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaKK8a1efmHh0bbwKmwh4dSixTGZAB3ZSsWCkUKHrHOEWqPY68244usoEWKUZ7cV3FoAI32_m6vCvlJpyocxUzW3acNW6L7gu9-vfdZWGfH5Ec7S6Euu4pF7nL3OtjO4TcQCtBSPw0VE/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaKK8a1efmHh0bbwKmwh4dSixTGZAB3ZSsWCkUKHrHOEWqPY68244usoEWKUZ7cV3FoAI32_m6vCvlJpyocxUzW3acNW6L7gu9-vfdZWGfH5Ec7S6Euu4pF7nL3OtjO4TcQCtBSPw0VE/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427594729255362" /></a>We had to...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8EQFAeGdB6n5VoYYSX4HYLfbrIYIukZjc1kMjOyh_zjvhMslGIa4S-QbWrYvXvRlF5pWvi7aaL66OjNInGjncUbn9cXKtdg9-HeRCMzigjAGCi671i5mk4QBXNTRdgXnWvlKsD0Xb0Y/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8EQFAeGdB6n5VoYYSX4HYLfbrIYIukZjc1kMjOyh_zjvhMslGIa4S-QbWrYvXvRlF5pWvi7aaL66OjNInGjncUbn9cXKtdg9-HeRCMzigjAGCi671i5mk4QBXNTRdgXnWvlKsD0Xb0Y/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427582163139202" /></a>Roxanne's real birthday night cupcake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBrfSNAM14ZAK4PpKrQMI3RwlHA7KaVlpePmb0WLOUR7UWFaMQdSaDO8dLFdrkBPaiw3AzqRlFKra7GWI-IqaZiclEgvIxdGVEn_0-iffHVRTK10HQaswTAx9hukgKyEfrH-r6sHCs2k/s1600/173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBrfSNAM14ZAK4PpKrQMI3RwlHA7KaVlpePmb0WLOUR7UWFaMQdSaDO8dLFdrkBPaiw3AzqRlFKra7GWI-IqaZiclEgvIxdGVEn_0-iffHVRTK10HQaswTAx9hukgKyEfrH-r6sHCs2k/s400/173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427578245638658" /></a>The night before Christmas; literally.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWPKTfGh0im9Vfp-j0eY2E98jw-lR0jP8O5laVCnC756qA-CsFutj7VSrptHbERSc-1-HGvnZFJyvxBPDSw5jVwUvoV3fIXXciQAWbM51BB9OqJpDnDohq3lhi4r-mG_dyCTOWtxxb88/s1600/134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWPKTfGh0im9Vfp-j0eY2E98jw-lR0jP8O5laVCnC756qA-CsFutj7VSrptHbERSc-1-HGvnZFJyvxBPDSw5jVwUvoV3fIXXciQAWbM51BB9OqJpDnDohq3lhi4r-mG_dyCTOWtxxb88/s400/134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698426955433023506" /></a>Decorating Santa's cupcake.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IwKsqg3pk_0FLTpTlwuKekyG3RVzwec1VeGD4iguJqn-7SYRyYtJCkyHhxg-56sRoOSL2RDaHMb3RIfssnZQV6t8Zj1ihcs5rcVz9rOX9n4t2Sx07kbVWKCbWIAHFNOawAAcgX3rQ-Y/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IwKsqg3pk_0FLTpTlwuKekyG3RVzwec1VeGD4iguJqn-7SYRyYtJCkyHhxg-56sRoOSL2RDaHMb3RIfssnZQV6t8Zj1ihcs5rcVz9rOX9n4t2Sx07kbVWKCbWIAHFNOawAAcgX3rQ-Y/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698426928962186818" /></a>Roxanne was an angel in her school's Christmas chapel.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBzVXZv_GkwJkLmS319JMlsQuSwIqsJEep-qYx2mLqL7UTqsOKJI7c6v-iDquS5_gdmnhrRioW938gdbby2EnaTyIKnd3lF59EDMr1tbZE4PwiJIYdIJlaqJWMtHvOscBDwbMiGaYUrU/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBzVXZv_GkwJkLmS319JMlsQuSwIqsJEep-qYx2mLqL7UTqsOKJI7c6v-iDquS5_gdmnhrRioW938gdbby2EnaTyIKnd3lF59EDMr1tbZE4PwiJIYdIJlaqJWMtHvOscBDwbMiGaYUrU/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698426912252904002" /></a>At her birthday party.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UnFbjNY8fpAG-3hoKxpN-hu9AyCN3W9ivkYkAu59ts4IcXOiqHccKEjVSksIaAkfchyphenhyphen35DJP7qGDI0OUfF9PcGsAgGgU_ZKTCcY3m3E3JxcRPogRoBz_VTUvlotqsO8CWGOeH1Hk-bU/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UnFbjNY8fpAG-3hoKxpN-hu9AyCN3W9ivkYkAu59ts4IcXOiqHccKEjVSksIaAkfchyphenhyphen35DJP7qGDI0OUfF9PcGsAgGgU_ZKTCcY3m3E3JxcRPogRoBz_VTUvlotqsO8CWGOeH1Hk-bU/s400/065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698426903582309186" /></a>Yet another birthday party at which she cried at cake time. She thought she had been skipped for a juice box. Sigh.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-43438515626406193962011-12-07T20:59:00.005-05:002011-12-07T21:38:46.536-05:00Four Months!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff843SxuSNcJAOPAVNc1dsdNfeae7IaS7wniL_2A2URnw_pf1_XwHeqvJ6bcID6mpelx0b4RBv_tFeii8XzfbmYEtzVmv4YfDN46MzK1E5V-yVE6oUVyWz6Jd4bWiBWXfutAu_GYs_s0/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff843SxuSNcJAOPAVNc1dsdNfeae7IaS7wniL_2A2URnw_pf1_XwHeqvJ6bcID6mpelx0b4RBv_tFeii8XzfbmYEtzVmv4YfDN46MzK1E5V-yVE6oUVyWz6Jd4bWiBWXfutAu_GYs_s0/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683578503695491090" border="0" /></a>(photo is of Nadine today!)<br />I can't believe it has gone by so fast, but Nadine is four months old today! Justin took her to her appointment this morning, and she is doing great! She's now 16 pounds, and is 85th percentile for weight (and 90th for height, but I can't find the sheet with her height written on it...). The doctor said she looks very healthy and is on track with her milestones. Those milestones include smiling, giggling, reaching out and grasping toys (and then putting them in her mouth), sitting up with some kind of assistance, lots of babbling, and rolling from side to side. She has rolled onto her belly once, but I think it just scared her. She's doing pretty well with tummy time, in that she doesn't hate it quite as much as her sister did. And of course, she's heartbreakingly adorable. Her eyes are still blue for now, and we are starting to think maybe they will stay that way...? Her hair is definitely dark. When it's wet, it seems curly. Of course, the thing about baby #2 is that even while you have fun making guesses about how they will grow and end up, we know how fast it goes, so we are much better at slowing down and really soaking up each stage. She really is just such a wonderful little baby. I feel so incredibly lucky that I've been able to spend every day with her and be her primary caregiver. Roxanne also love love loves Nadine and wants to do lots of fun things with her little sister. She always wants to take a bath with her, but we only do that every once in a while because it's so hard to hold Nadine up in the big tub. Roxanne always wants to have matching clothes with Nadine, and she asks all the time about getting bunk beds. She really wants to share a room with Nadine, and we're considering it in a year or so. Maybe longer... Either way, it's very sweet that Roxanne is so in love with her little sister.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNPPQ_iE0OXwGVU4vlVZguHkysS3G8bttHXJR3b80wzXlajsu66l5hHWQDkVHYNOxUffpexrkXjHC0ITrJgLLzr0H1gGjyCs99z-gDofmCQoBufARHdGq6eI9e9dEp5FY6wZol4z7EQY/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNPPQ_iE0OXwGVU4vlVZguHkysS3G8bttHXJR3b80wzXlajsu66l5hHWQDkVHYNOxUffpexrkXjHC0ITrJgLLzr0H1gGjyCs99z-gDofmCQoBufARHdGq6eI9e9dEp5FY6wZol4z7EQY/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683578347046904786" border="0" /></a>Roxanne and Justin at the Children's Healthcare of Atlanta Christmas Parade this past weekend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebPvOUJ8fdp3vAT9rbT7oD2r52FlSz4-hC_Q2XzmOe1QptJxBXdpS5W98L8zJpgfDpOtUTWDMSLiw4L4UUbhTLxcvTGwwqs-NCQ-bCLU3JHVnV5MYJK1G_jRQq17Zo_n5TRUNSLjw-M4/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebPvOUJ8fdp3vAT9rbT7oD2r52FlSz4-hC_Q2XzmOe1QptJxBXdpS5W98L8zJpgfDpOtUTWDMSLiw4L4UUbhTLxcvTGwwqs-NCQ-bCLU3JHVnV5MYJK1G_jRQq17Zo_n5TRUNSLjw-M4/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683578332695396066" border="0" /></a>Nadine in the bathroom sink for a super quick bath.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4fAotycK1Eve-xphEnITpXXgU4I9VJX1zoqyVf6k6YSml1tma3LjYxMDYmdRcmbet_zSseA3WZitydzSjRId7-oxUJANLNWcZDSYSgpzjLD-cDsIAnnty-xLwHO4vEUhsAVv1g96v3Y/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4fAotycK1Eve-xphEnITpXXgU4I9VJX1zoqyVf6k6YSml1tma3LjYxMDYmdRcmbet_zSseA3WZitydzSjRId7-oxUJANLNWcZDSYSgpzjLD-cDsIAnnty-xLwHO4vEUhsAVv1g96v3Y/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683578320676633106" border="0" /></a>Storytime.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtGLL4Hu3KG-CY0w5b0Gp82Tax0dwcNtsp7m3HVNszfh7Guhuic8riDUCdgfmaKyGqIH0VTPlEdMOffw-8-S3Xcw8_N74dsi7Zmr5qHhl8Wj-R1_Vx_iWtHp6EoaWQiT2Yu-n70tjTMI/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtGLL4Hu3KG-CY0w5b0Gp82Tax0dwcNtsp7m3HVNszfh7Guhuic8riDUCdgfmaKyGqIH0VTPlEdMOffw-8-S3Xcw8_N74dsi7Zmr5qHhl8Wj-R1_Vx_iWtHp6EoaWQiT2Yu-n70tjTMI/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683578311770846690" border="0" /></a>Listening!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGw83q9YFXHKg38f2ftPpIrUfg5OAz5TskuCxeP2inPPfucj8f8-T7a2_v_BbPKnpswlUngGsbVt4BxMUCRK5OB-Z7sPsRUkDcmVDp-Tu9GT4-Zwg7ofNa5Bf2uUjSvipU4XaaUfWi8wQ/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGw83q9YFXHKg38f2ftPpIrUfg5OAz5TskuCxeP2inPPfucj8f8-T7a2_v_BbPKnpswlUngGsbVt4BxMUCRK5OB-Z7sPsRUkDcmVDp-Tu9GT4-Zwg7ofNa5Bf2uUjSvipU4XaaUfWi8wQ/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683578355374665202" border="0" /></a>Family portrait at the parade.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKBLeb5ZIpPYPK-h2vmRJu4k94iw5FFLZTzxk-jSbWY1Cgj4o1cvJspaSZ1cCWThdw6c8KJtRBhWM1h6VH2u4yl0PVV1ZFgMuBrbnh4RAGi0HEQb8XSskr1PPe8y20mYdealxoWa52gY/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKBLeb5ZIpPYPK-h2vmRJu4k94iw5FFLZTzxk-jSbWY1Cgj4o1cvJspaSZ1cCWThdw6c8KJtRBhWM1h6VH2u4yl0PVV1ZFgMuBrbnh4RAGi0HEQb8XSskr1PPe8y20mYdealxoWa52gY/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683576398361937026" border="0" /></a>Nadine sucking her thumb.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLpekdaulhsRLM_BQAlwmVfuxa9yNuI6-qllEyreSu0NJxpwE_fHxG0CBF2TFaw4e1DLtigB2IFnwnQAOM0XkK4ZnLgVaI50_AgdbtRXorgG5rJkEyjs5jkedUNUlITaEYhps5XmI3r0/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaLpekdaulhsRLM_BQAlwmVfuxa9yNuI6-qllEyreSu0NJxpwE_fHxG0CBF2TFaw4e1DLtigB2IFnwnQAOM0XkK4ZnLgVaI50_AgdbtRXorgG5rJkEyjs5jkedUNUlITaEYhps5XmI3r0/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683576388216822034" border="0" /></a>Roxanne's first pedicure (and my second) at our first quick mom and me outing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5fyqt7yoZjBhlz6_kcunb_NaXq9NEHCYvCxI6THdQARKLNtKleUK_zYwzqjW9iptjjUYQaUDsX2mrXS0xi7VBE6Zm-lvq97eQCaE4tJhieqQG2vyWPn4Q8eJUtpheyf7tE2LL_JX1Vc/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP5fyqt7yoZjBhlz6_kcunb_NaXq9NEHCYvCxI6THdQARKLNtKleUK_zYwzqjW9iptjjUYQaUDsX2mrXS0xi7VBE6Zm-lvq97eQCaE4tJhieqQG2vyWPn4Q8eJUtpheyf7tE2LL_JX1Vc/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683576374185503842" border="0" /></a>Roxanne at her school Thanksgiving chapel. Those are turkey legs on her hat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvd2X2vgLX7rvgim_gdYyP_1JEv6TPz1P88kP3hpfJSpII3vTjDXZuYVNmdkYvhto6rGkmkzVR9BFIhUj7aR0bY9JC3jCwAGZVjSzyGloYX2v_PcKirpW4tpBssfXzCnY9XqpEXcm0c4/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvd2X2vgLX7rvgim_gdYyP_1JEv6TPz1P88kP3hpfJSpII3vTjDXZuYVNmdkYvhto6rGkmkzVR9BFIhUj7aR0bY9JC3jCwAGZVjSzyGloYX2v_PcKirpW4tpBssfXzCnY9XqpEXcm0c4/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683576368486005842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwGqbp2ABU5pDI7s4b7dLniWrNYVN93TXaseICP6Yc-5akwkkJ5hyphenhyphentaVGezWEz1IcP1EqwSCtcTtlaTGky_2JdiYKvR7Fl3tIFRrDLDX9hay7pdiR8hQnNv_-6k4mL4YnPmrTVq9ECuk/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwGqbp2ABU5pDI7s4b7dLniWrNYVN93TXaseICP6Yc-5akwkkJ5hyphenhyphentaVGezWEz1IcP1EqwSCtcTtlaTGky_2JdiYKvR7Fl3tIFRrDLDX9hay7pdiR8hQnNv_-6k4mL4YnPmrTVq9ECuk/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683576416630868482" border="0" /></a>Sisters playing.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyPPYs89OPH5-0WW_Gnc9QoTM46uo8sxE-Zn_1lTSGdYWPlgpql5QsTax6WlE7xw5Vj05uguHLM3xkgqlXLXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Nadine video.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-52632323470761527632011-11-12T21:59:00.007-05:002011-11-12T22:35:52.876-05:00It's going too fast!Sheesh. Nadine is getting soooo old. Of course, Roxanne is, too! Since I've been bad at blogging lately, I'll just fill you in on all that Nadine is doing now. She's eating and growing wonderfully. She goes back for her next doctor's visit in early December. She is cooing, smiling, and has let a few giggles out, which are basically the most adorable thing ever. She sits up with assistance, and really really wants to be sitting up all the time. She wants to either be perched on your shoulder where she can look around and see everything or sitting up in your arms so she can see. If you try to lay her back, or put her in her bouncey seat or car seat, she grunts and struggles to sit up straight. We need to break out the Bumbo seat soon since we think it might be perfect to help her sit upright. And now onto the photos. They are in a weird order, since Blogger has the most annoyingly sequenced photo uploader ever... Sorry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1az3O2_sWWZEWlcqWFNv_BdhIDcdhc3Q-VpixgaZnyB14E5ygFQBQOSKUk8WgcTvXQtkYdXI1bqvO8w46fZufNcusryVAjtjSmttol6gMIszhu0v0NAoG09n2momWIsP4UeX5D5VJG9E/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1az3O2_sWWZEWlcqWFNv_BdhIDcdhc3Q-VpixgaZnyB14E5ygFQBQOSKUk8WgcTvXQtkYdXI1bqvO8w46fZufNcusryVAjtjSmttol6gMIszhu0v0NAoG09n2momWIsP4UeX5D5VJG9E/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674313645576143410" border="0" /></a>This is from tonight. Justin was watching football, but in a house with all girls...he was also getting the dress-up treatment from Roxanne. Isn't she sweet?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQqd6Ol4TPrfzKQXWwtAcKPlOrqQ26Or4Dr2tx7AASOmu6Q1BzBfyA-eYDcWoe6JUkxfnL7fo_C03qu8Aj1nO_sjPGH160LuJ40yqw_mqhfxfpRNnUHi-9EJ5Urstjfu1IH6rIginEBY/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQqd6Ol4TPrfzKQXWwtAcKPlOrqQ26Or4Dr2tx7AASOmu6Q1BzBfyA-eYDcWoe6JUkxfnL7fo_C03qu8Aj1nO_sjPGH160LuJ40yqw_mqhfxfpRNnUHi-9EJ5Urstjfu1IH6rIginEBY/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674313437268584354" border="0" /></a>I love this picture of Nadine because you can see how pretty her eyes are. They are still blue, and we're hoping maybe they will stay that way...? My mom has blue eyes, so it's not impossible. I mean, we have a blond kid, so yeah. Recessive genes are a real thing!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3x6_1_24-T3TsK05JiDg0m96mGbZQ3yOyz5S7WV60GeNcIRqLRmHsfkI6EV-hOwtKoIEF8jxX9GEG8jBa2dgH4g1kB9ZwW8NsgYYzuarKBJ_6naF39B8UTwhfV5ef7_pkO6R4qvuCAI/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3x6_1_24-T3TsK05JiDg0m96mGbZQ3yOyz5S7WV60GeNcIRqLRmHsfkI6EV-hOwtKoIEF8jxX9GEG8jBa2dgH4g1kB9ZwW8NsgYYzuarKBJ_6naF39B8UTwhfV5ef7_pkO6R4qvuCAI/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674313421057112098" border="0" /></a>Here's her beautiful big smile. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlSBLITuCUaRDYLyToS2N9Ugj38Lc3cT_ldL3qJyEYn2ljTcY7rWmsr0qq-y-FtxBQry8tLtO3Pif5hZTJV9DZIIeXSF_O_PmiPcSJ7aemc-pkM9lTIy-kTk1lKFkWVOFIseI8mRj1Ds/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlSBLITuCUaRDYLyToS2N9Ugj38Lc3cT_ldL3qJyEYn2ljTcY7rWmsr0qq-y-FtxBQry8tLtO3Pif5hZTJV9DZIIeXSF_O_PmiPcSJ7aemc-pkM9lTIy-kTk1lKFkWVOFIseI8mRj1Ds/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674313416313624818" border="0" /></a>Yes, she's wearing a disposable diaper. We are still using the cloth diapers almost exclusively, but if she gets diaper rash and needs ointment, we have to use the disposables. Ointment messes up the cloth diapers. They are definitely a little high maintenance, but so worth it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7gBl6fuVj3-XNwF_HAZgQ2-m0e8IGaH3RQvXRfhuhZVn6BQbCR6qJzS9FmzK322ya43N7Vno6DekZ_kZD2APQy7L5npOK-Sevl0YqTGiOH5QVEFHbZUJtZHvK5s4Mq2lqlAbPJISeso/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7gBl6fuVj3-XNwF_HAZgQ2-m0e8IGaH3RQvXRfhuhZVn6BQbCR6qJzS9FmzK322ya43N7Vno6DekZ_kZD2APQy7L5npOK-Sevl0YqTGiOH5QVEFHbZUJtZHvK5s4Mq2lqlAbPJISeso/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674313413831503346" border="0" /></a>Here she is in one of her sleep sacks. She was waving like a mad woman trying to grab me and/or the camera. She is definitely figuring out how to grab everything!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_I26IeHdCY2XUtf-QkaWQv-7OYowimKeMLh36xJll7SPkhp2n9KRjctWZl4ej6F21oc9cqCncX1fn5dw5vexlcNVWZNy2j4q2EmUklgWUaYE2IRkeQKQsalib3crM_EIsqKgxibP2Zyc/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_I26IeHdCY2XUtf-QkaWQv-7OYowimKeMLh36xJll7SPkhp2n9KRjctWZl4ej6F21oc9cqCncX1fn5dw5vexlcNVWZNy2j4q2EmUklgWUaYE2IRkeQKQsalib3crM_EIsqKgxibP2Zyc/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674313443272552370" border="0" /></a>Again from tonight, Justin was watching football with Nadine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkg2fZwR6MPl4wcqXVSPusdTy345AU2xKZvu6KFktE0jRG4AKWk3dCGwMPo8fGWWhtbiPD2nOTeUEjOBdxJ6CqIs8IuX1cj8q72wQwd6VzpmpGAYMAEXN1LtqdzHdSpJh1m_QXwHdvHJI/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkg2fZwR6MPl4wcqXVSPusdTy345AU2xKZvu6KFktE0jRG4AKWk3dCGwMPo8fGWWhtbiPD2nOTeUEjOBdxJ6CqIs8IuX1cj8q72wQwd6VzpmpGAYMAEXN1LtqdzHdSpJh1m_QXwHdvHJI/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312917114191794" border="0" /></a>This is how Roxanne fell asleep on her bed last night. We got home from work at 6 and she had fallen asleep in the car. I set her on her bed and she wiggled to this position and slept through the whole night. She is in a sleep transition right now. She doesn't want to nap, but probably still needs to. Definitely still needs to...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd12favsYqwCfrDsjyq2XgfyuSW6EBbKL490ZMFY6exxBQ0yL2KhYT-p2vctW7jNz3T_0gJVmeD0y9A2EGY4vyHHXNvk4LgWCZZArnGgE-QyVEqcPDi3-h038KUBV0epPUgM5XmDEAEO4/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd12favsYqwCfrDsjyq2XgfyuSW6EBbKL490ZMFY6exxBQ0yL2KhYT-p2vctW7jNz3T_0gJVmeD0y9A2EGY4vyHHXNvk4LgWCZZArnGgE-QyVEqcPDi3-h038KUBV0epPUgM5XmDEAEO4/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312910907716770" border="0" /></a>Here's me giving Nadine her very first bottle last night! Her pediatrician kept telling me I had to give her one much earlier, but we just didn't really get around to it (or maybe I didn't feel ready?). In spite of this picture, she actually took to it really well and ate the whole 2 ounces I had put in there. I used pumped milk since we aren't planning on using any formula unless something unforeseen happens. But I'm very relieved she took to the bottle so well. *knock on wood* it will make things much easier when I start back to school two nights a week in January.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_IBEB9rcP24nkU0O4jjhX-lW7-DJgthXiaEh6wF2ejOnq3IuNmXQFBcj5yIUqo_UnX4bRefkyr7MOYP-XORMCJqk5E9IylN3b_Q9feGg6zTwEtP29_jWjClpF_nXZL_jmqMnI3LrRa4/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_IBEB9rcP24nkU0O4jjhX-lW7-DJgthXiaEh6wF2ejOnq3IuNmXQFBcj5yIUqo_UnX4bRefkyr7MOYP-XORMCJqk5E9IylN3b_Q9feGg6zTwEtP29_jWjClpF_nXZL_jmqMnI3LrRa4/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312900995337394" border="0" /></a>Here she has it down pat! Please pardon my end-of-the-day-exhausted-in-pajamas looks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8arPNsOXF4kDyfGA_oFCHkbG9iQ2D9Fq8NZHCQ_pFuV0CedSj3N6j_JRYX4EMDRYDu4w2SQ6-JEisdmSuMjOQWQpjFFUB4LymzECfUe07t8CFIA32PFoi8GGz-rzwm3MdoTiBUuHKQhA/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8arPNsOXF4kDyfGA_oFCHkbG9iQ2D9Fq8NZHCQ_pFuV0CedSj3N6j_JRYX4EMDRYDu4w2SQ6-JEisdmSuMjOQWQpjFFUB4LymzECfUe07t8CFIA32PFoi8GGz-rzwm3MdoTiBUuHKQhA/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312899583403346" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne and Nadine on the kitchen floor. This baby seat was from me or my sister. Nadine likes it because it allows her to sit more upright.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-972Ei10Bkdfo8DS1HAIOzl5gH9qedVUq4prlcPo6f-XdDmvCIXjEnQ5EdCNQSqil7NXfmyoHdxNwq-Uc9zoI5yYfWj8zGOfx0-cL5CeQzXYmydhAqHXc5bwF9LXr90CNSSW2WPgIluc/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-972Ei10Bkdfo8DS1HAIOzl5gH9qedVUq4prlcPo6f-XdDmvCIXjEnQ5EdCNQSqil7NXfmyoHdxNwq-Uc9zoI5yYfWj8zGOfx0-cL5CeQzXYmydhAqHXc5bwF9LXr90CNSSW2WPgIluc/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312923721965922" border="0" /></a>Looking serious in the sleep sack...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEbf15GwyGNU0kVJHUYwwLKSJgdCRB7dk3hkbXrhSFnVnaAB-kroQLoScRTxGFZRkUGXFwrxI84OOHPwOb0uuzY5QnA8N0v2epe2VOG7pjF84f65da8fhGL8xQp9p3sI2obMczUz-Xkw/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEbf15GwyGNU0kVJHUYwwLKSJgdCRB7dk3hkbXrhSFnVnaAB-kroQLoScRTxGFZRkUGXFwrxI84OOHPwOb0uuzY5QnA8N0v2epe2VOG7pjF84f65da8fhGL8xQp9p3sI2obMczUz-Xkw/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312225863464194" border="0" /></a>Here's a blurry picture of Roxanne trick-or-treating! We went with my friend Sarah and her adorable daughter who was dressed as a bumblebee. Roxanne was a watermelon fairy. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSc_aQoywvoqaqJBypC3DNyM3laz9Qkbq1MBhhWqzrnk8JyS8ELArwX8gtAOOl-8DZko_CsMqu17jFTSKjcsHLHs4Ta82t5rYX-ZkrLhAr1YAMZGSj_yVomp7nD3D2m8o6vlSMkExwSo/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSc_aQoywvoqaqJBypC3DNyM3laz9Qkbq1MBhhWqzrnk8JyS8ELArwX8gtAOOl-8DZko_CsMqu17jFTSKjcsHLHs4Ta82t5rYX-ZkrLhAr1YAMZGSj_yVomp7nD3D2m8o6vlSMkExwSo/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312221700070386" border="0" /></a>We went trick-or-treating in a neighborhood near downtown Decatur. Our neighborhood was a ghost town on Halloween last year (pun intended) so we ventured out. This little section of Decatur is full of kids and very safe. And as you can see, Roxanne was pretty happy with her candy haul. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJY62AdrMtCnFtq9XSaWDlNGVw9v8dAB18TLPrFZHyGNd2IiDRos_KbDccaWUVHJHnNv4OZZ7b0By5QgAOrvI6lToN4RuFGQQYs1BzT_7kjl9P6AfBrgiQ1QUWzqPNXQ8t-5xzZbxkcU/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJY62AdrMtCnFtq9XSaWDlNGVw9v8dAB18TLPrFZHyGNd2IiDRos_KbDccaWUVHJHnNv4OZZ7b0By5QgAOrvI6lToN4RuFGQQYs1BzT_7kjl9P6AfBrgiQ1QUWzqPNXQ8t-5xzZbxkcU/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312208624045746" border="0" /></a>At the start of trick-or-treating... She couldn't contain herself. Blurry photos should just show you how excited she was. She couldn't stop moving!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd9yy8XnD05Hie1eoyTLdzWjgTSba5HEZ0m-r4YW07BkpjpACBi6OCJITieHa7J1P7RSDm2GBuiDX7JOUPrhg-nanrcKLrZ1JoxwOXX5S8sQIgs87JJtnmm58tYmLqj7k6iYCMhP69xY/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd9yy8XnD05Hie1eoyTLdzWjgTSba5HEZ0m-r4YW07BkpjpACBi6OCJITieHa7J1P7RSDm2GBuiDX7JOUPrhg-nanrcKLrZ1JoxwOXX5S8sQIgs87JJtnmm58tYmLqj7k6iYCMhP69xY/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312201623539218" border="0" /></a>Here's baby Nadine on Halloween. She had a matching Watermelon Fairy costume, but it was just too chilly. So we opted for her panda sweater. Cute and snug.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCFk5ox9O17CwKUjYK8ua4nEsEedj8EDQXxPQSXlhIdCgI_RjSARxIR_yufYvDshQE__RkuPGjbFcddBRhzGMFI-PXF-GScZpWMWHNJsaEvw2f-u8xP3nUE_n4WA3aOwFX7267n-Nb6I/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCFk5ox9O17CwKUjYK8ua4nEsEedj8EDQXxPQSXlhIdCgI_RjSARxIR_yufYvDshQE__RkuPGjbFcddBRhzGMFI-PXF-GScZpWMWHNJsaEvw2f-u8xP3nUE_n4WA3aOwFX7267n-Nb6I/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674312231798023490" border="0" /></a>See with the weird order?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukVIFHsKXhvnXTskvBRIYuS82rHZxUAO4xyi-bQeDxOJduAUKOGgQKzB8t_guihzIaO32i0N7kUYrzO5UbIZ4rGgepRotaOQnry7JNS3wOjkh_5W3RjxtbmzzhYF-74PmlIuZB3IcohA/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukVIFHsKXhvnXTskvBRIYuS82rHZxUAO4xyi-bQeDxOJduAUKOGgQKzB8t_guihzIaO32i0N7kUYrzO5UbIZ4rGgepRotaOQnry7JNS3wOjkh_5W3RjxtbmzzhYF-74PmlIuZB3IcohA/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674311766349175250" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne in her costume at the Little Five Points Halloween Parade. It was really really fun. Of course, waiting is not her strong suit, so the time before the parade started was a little rough... Fortunately, my dad came with us and brought his super cute dog Eddie. Eddie helped pass the time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWDuPA3VRjn7q7Nx4b5rj8_mt76vAPcnxgvsX9mrsSh3B9ODKa2kVQXLGOy8I6mWlv2LnnxqjukqZFfFcnrOHS7WVcryeP-GtjYUaLP7KpVkO4wamBz5TYkdQupaEdE3Esyl4f-X-nl4/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWDuPA3VRjn7q7Nx4b5rj8_mt76vAPcnxgvsX9mrsSh3B9ODKa2kVQXLGOy8I6mWlv2LnnxqjukqZFfFcnrOHS7WVcryeP-GtjYUaLP7KpVkO4wamBz5TYkdQupaEdE3Esyl4f-X-nl4/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674311750511064866" border="0" /></a>Nadine the baby watermelon fairy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6sMmZkLDnHaVaS65T8uwnC1FFALuRhRF91vnnsAOvojPP19muPLZ9u0AxvKUgSFAaDbdemS3dBP6rloaNcp3PapIz8C0TgO_BRjAs3yec3VIHuA4X_dJBvA66pYPufDgNvsBv-70NIQ/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6sMmZkLDnHaVaS65T8uwnC1FFALuRhRF91vnnsAOvojPP19muPLZ9u0AxvKUgSFAaDbdemS3dBP6rloaNcp3PapIz8C0TgO_BRjAs3yec3VIHuA4X_dJBvA66pYPufDgNvsBv-70NIQ/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674311743577323890" border="0" /></a>The wings on the back? Adorable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjik1Yd7PmnJGeWBmBl9uBhaj9ySOU_uaACw3lEsHG9FulmntxhfbT8cksoYDH8d7AwCVAg2tzhzOIwuhOOdXjn1i2KtTKnGKsJVDDZdmzl9uD2Pl_26abpIsG3m_HI66qrN5fAR5YoEs/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjik1Yd7PmnJGeWBmBl9uBhaj9ySOU_uaACw3lEsHG9FulmntxhfbT8cksoYDH8d7AwCVAg2tzhzOIwuhOOdXjn1i2KtTKnGKsJVDDZdmzl9uD2Pl_26abpIsG3m_HI66qrN5fAR5YoEs/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674311741067051730" border="0" /></a>Pop Pop (my dad) got Roxanne a chocolate ice cream cone. Which she promptly dropped on the ground. Of course, he replaced it. Grandparents are the best.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwS1ttDDKSDIolUnTdMtoVD0xBm4QG4uMfmsjIlOd12ogYpodcSW2gaf0KhMK_WfV_rc-RG1GzvaXXnrJ-QoJxmFHNYNMbiilQRERK56t2oVLCYZdo50LkRJ9_cQ-SAgnESYN0ImVz3FE/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwS1ttDDKSDIolUnTdMtoVD0xBm4QG4uMfmsjIlOd12ogYpodcSW2gaf0KhMK_WfV_rc-RG1GzvaXXnrJ-QoJxmFHNYNMbiilQRERK56t2oVLCYZdo50LkRJ9_cQ-SAgnESYN0ImVz3FE/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674311769205534962" border="0" /></a>And here's Roxanne at pre-school working on her art project for the Halloween party. I'm glad I was able to go. The kids were adorable in their costumes!adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-35352258616759082352011-10-17T20:50:00.004-04:002011-10-17T21:31:11.894-04:00In honor of our new camera!Justin's dad and Susan came for a lovely visit, and gave us their old (but awesome) camera. Yay! We've been very busy with everything and I'm back at work now. We're doing well and Nadine is getting huge! She is more smiley and interactive. Roxanne is loving school and being back at work. Yay for fall!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaefgvjWOOqm4d9QF6PmVfK0Gx8Rj2LplA3MREkLoTVeNg7-CqveXzf6q7qZY5Q-2mKoxY45G3ifSp1VBBNTsfINLfIbVNqninxS_nGBCVwZBnz7GdQ0Cdu0XPb_Wz0hbPuM0bwu7Dj6g/s1600/075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaefgvjWOOqm4d9QF6PmVfK0Gx8Rj2LplA3MREkLoTVeNg7-CqveXzf6q7qZY5Q-2mKoxY45G3ifSp1VBBNTsfINLfIbVNqninxS_nGBCVwZBnz7GdQ0Cdu0XPb_Wz0hbPuM0bwu7Dj6g/s400/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664633286537239666" border="0" /></a>She loves her bouncy seat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJd_Wyy6UZ13PCgzCJwU_x0ebNSIDXoMgojlIL-ipcvH7YMdgjr549J_txLvZ2hYtoP7I0CHQxexxFYQR-wi41zDqDv4_eNHFz3-QCpATps1wDDeOIdGUxLseMEv7h0RwXjsRbW2tYJs/s1600/084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJd_Wyy6UZ13PCgzCJwU_x0ebNSIDXoMgojlIL-ipcvH7YMdgjr549J_txLvZ2hYtoP7I0CHQxexxFYQR-wi41zDqDv4_eNHFz3-QCpATps1wDDeOIdGUxLseMEv7h0RwXjsRbW2tYJs/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664633278718696562" border="0" /></a>Please love the smile and ignore the drool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QKAKet3K-7pDYV5_rPNa7WvNT2MU1EcgnCoAR17wPTLA7yrgyRQivZJNOs8RXVFpuNVKAZ-bseQnzcRPwB6r649Ho2DCYrNBh9Fp5YgrUqgQvhBg4WNC7nmD3D-cWrQk9aJXTylu_ck/s1600/079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QKAKet3K-7pDYV5_rPNa7WvNT2MU1EcgnCoAR17wPTLA7yrgyRQivZJNOs8RXVFpuNVKAZ-bseQnzcRPwB6r649Ho2DCYrNBh9Fp5YgrUqgQvhBg4WNC7nmD3D-cWrQk9aJXTylu_ck/s400/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664633276226968386" border="0" /></a>So alert!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwvVMmI8TcyDYdmrvgtMELTOwut6zVAYIOjam6iXuoOf-MHiUc7Yxqgd8P8FHlgZpnclub2Tx_J-0oda4ct71xGMg4GOh7NC0Kf62wCIISeNkBXZqlWXyHHMb_GP7vafg-A7CwN_sps0/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfwvVMmI8TcyDYdmrvgtMELTOwut6zVAYIOjam6iXuoOf-MHiUc7Yxqgd8P8FHlgZpnclub2Tx_J-0oda4ct71xGMg4GOh7NC0Kf62wCIISeNkBXZqlWXyHHMb_GP7vafg-A7CwN_sps0/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664633272070125906" border="0" /></a>She loves the elephant.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qtMT8S1fiaSr-kZM7YB6dfzOBRvccVOD1GDK-JUmDMiB9sfDZk_5JvxljXGnHes3Xk7vOo7rB6IQKy3wMjbg8oSJs618m-nKKXCLKTYqkTDsWEn2wwy9vLyAFqDDnh-1yf3KOG6bZG8/s1600/099.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qtMT8S1fiaSr-kZM7YB6dfzOBRvccVOD1GDK-JUmDMiB9sfDZk_5JvxljXGnHes3Xk7vOo7rB6IQKy3wMjbg8oSJs618m-nKKXCLKTYqkTDsWEn2wwy9vLyAFqDDnh-1yf3KOG6bZG8/s400/099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664633289298324322" border="0" /></a>Getting huge!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnDF-vDutiaeg8fXWimBhsC9tZFFcAl20RGsH_CdV7VwHHJLz7_N2m98NAyIokvhd7DMKXz8SCLStb3LsvrglgMm5QZ_SlUKjdsXKvgxbR5cC3v5p36GAVGRjIOfQUlXDf7Z-ISAHicU/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnDF-vDutiaeg8fXWimBhsC9tZFFcAl20RGsH_CdV7VwHHJLz7_N2m98NAyIokvhd7DMKXz8SCLStb3LsvrglgMm5QZ_SlUKjdsXKvgxbR5cC3v5p36GAVGRjIOfQUlXDf7Z-ISAHicU/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664629980822958514" border="0" /></a>At Yule Forest (farm/pumpkin patch).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSy5t9voZ6JjGNlJHZ4TMg5fk3ttjSLLuwywU4wb4HyNZRlJScN7AJ7jtgvKb_a92Dckf_OWmFLBVsIpG6PmNehWobKfIiQs0vCHGimVPEGvPIMP-wS-mVWIXbL2Sf78crMeg1_vJi4Z0/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSy5t9voZ6JjGNlJHZ4TMg5fk3ttjSLLuwywU4wb4HyNZRlJScN7AJ7jtgvKb_a92Dckf_OWmFLBVsIpG6PmNehWobKfIiQs0vCHGimVPEGvPIMP-wS-mVWIXbL2Sf78crMeg1_vJi4Z0/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664629967328660338" border="0" /></a>Hayride at Yule Forest with Grandpa Jim and Mimi.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxvXHTkMJKFDdWDiw89bqF3g6IP7vo2AFCPBLG23SCs0vN1jHuKaeQRSQPqW-JnGbqvwSr86yq1kepl1Uyv9GprGhgEGWcgNggVU6WeWbL_lHPgvISq-UFL1BrDR5oZzZSi_ca3BtcZo/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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She was probably crying. Did you know pumpkin vines are actually covered in fine spikes. Tiny, but painful. We had the exact same thing happen last year. Sigh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIO62u9RHm74sDL0dNLCVX7JvRb_qqk5V3OxxzvJCY-N4qW0e6vOqbLtQD5ue3Cf-XBrvXq75Xa6munQDqu9fvKeMpxpJGLve78M4YhT-quxqbdyt2iV6nVkRFzcwwsyXatIsyLOXC0vQ/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIO62u9RHm74sDL0dNLCVX7JvRb_qqk5V3OxxzvJCY-N4qW0e6vOqbLtQD5ue3Cf-XBrvXq75Xa6munQDqu9fvKeMpxpJGLve78M4YhT-quxqbdyt2iV6nVkRFzcwwsyXatIsyLOXC0vQ/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664628846367506802" border="0" /></a>Roxanne on a horse at Yule Forest. She rode one here last year! The same guy led her last year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUBg1vyIRYbQY3dkK41fT7jIra8NKVt9JYd4WnBOIjpjQYOqum3bmVHXFV2X-YQh3kXX0QNlNEsXGMeEULG8kfo4OnPtJwsRC3jOwUswhf_niLc4Fnqk9jXqzMOHMqmVyJ7_bfbC453s/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqUBg1vyIRYbQY3dkK41fT7jIra8NKVt9JYd4WnBOIjpjQYOqum3bmVHXFV2X-YQh3kXX0QNlNEsXGMeEULG8kfo4OnPtJwsRC3jOwUswhf_niLc4Fnqk9jXqzMOHMqmVyJ7_bfbC453s/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664628868945130498" border="0" /></a>Roxanne and Justin cutting off the perfect pumpkin at Yule Forest.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwmU3ibQECHi1cKLmwvFDWQY3Rst1AeF-5NR5yH5WHQwmMYVA-hMZDbSYNzERMNr3t7hKRDmjjI8qwCViOjHgVfh4ohBu5N0CrMryw_nqELMxut0hzkoIRQnGeIQDOVS75Uk_VsLRgAE/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwmU3ibQECHi1cKLmwvFDWQY3Rst1AeF-5NR5yH5WHQwmMYVA-hMZDbSYNzERMNr3t7hKRDmjjI8qwCViOjHgVfh4ohBu5N0CrMryw_nqELMxut0hzkoIRQnGeIQDOVS75Uk_VsLRgAE/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664629995869936450" border="0" /></a>At the Ellijay Apple Festival. We somehow didn't take many photos at all here... <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGxNXTp_9ehQQq-sdx2N3bTlBD_bg2jMHUxLyP00mBkuHPybC8MoqsVNFIINa5U_XwZcdo2iDe6nKxogVflExFR-JVd4C6J3znGZrEzcQ_6yBzLZH_DLM2NGUMwZ9nOgGk8PGZ7tBkFI/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGxNXTp_9ehQQq-sdx2N3bTlBD_bg2jMHUxLyP00mBkuHPybC8MoqsVNFIINa5U_XwZcdo2iDe6nKxogVflExFR-JVd4C6J3znGZrEzcQ_6yBzLZH_DLM2NGUMwZ9nOgGk8PGZ7tBkFI/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664628839491379922" border="0" /></a>Sisters.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-66507543581243237262011-09-23T21:23:00.006-04:002011-09-23T22:09:17.876-04:00The Girls!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmEYiJQ0lHhtCsz4MkC0sujmt9ICJ56avShSd3iT0QQAScjVEithcEkoME6u_DgOLGqV1RSlXQZKMSasBjxzh-vxNZH70fX71G61ejNtmrqJIp9JtFCgbwUmItSIpSna_VfD_nyfXhYw/s1600/150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmEYiJQ0lHhtCsz4MkC0sujmt9ICJ56avShSd3iT0QQAScjVEithcEkoME6u_DgOLGqV1RSlXQZKMSasBjxzh-vxNZH70fX71G61ejNtmrqJIp9JtFCgbwUmItSIpSna_VfD_nyfXhYw/s400/150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655740386723058962" border="0" /></a>Here's Nadine in her bouncy seat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3f_R7m7CLMvo76QN0wfjJWAE33GqiFlLfdVm-SZD3N4ZOwU_YXOS6nsviMaWDNDA6QU5pT9MPjtts8PGgk8HXLp6Kt6OZ-m2m7xMRVUwFgyro1f2rqkVtHf7dJWqrwEcOj76mLU_dG0Q/s1600/136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3f_R7m7CLMvo76QN0wfjJWAE33GqiFlLfdVm-SZD3N4ZOwU_YXOS6nsviMaWDNDA6QU5pT9MPjtts8PGgk8HXLp6Kt6OZ-m2m7xMRVUwFgyro1f2rqkVtHf7dJWqrwEcOj76mLU_dG0Q/s400/136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655740388062890498" border="0" /></a>Roxanne working on a family of bears.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlS348J1E4RKwPt2qkGEp6wxN2Bxal4xAb6gBi7lvE8ZevgB8rOAzsWorvmcEua3xqYHsTdiu9iC8B-xb7gFok1aVMhTIS2tHSokGmL5ia4suYI4ypmf4NBOCKgJPwgo2i9uMNmZc2rkI/s1600/138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlS348J1E4RKwPt2qkGEp6wxN2Bxal4xAb6gBi7lvE8ZevgB8rOAzsWorvmcEua3xqYHsTdiu9iC8B-xb7gFok1aVMhTIS2tHSokGmL5ia4suYI4ypmf4NBOCKgJPwgo2i9uMNmZc2rkI/s400/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655740379956425202" border="0" /></a>Nadine in her panda sweater.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpymIN2vZtXi4zcazsvY1XcRGrH5YJb-ASTPqSnpawBEOrDao16k8y3xaXvy112V8_aM0w8spzb14WK0AVv8QFHZ5Rrsef0mTJUXzJzNyoaC9hOZvo2EDWxmK6uc0TUCJOQ7lZIao6QA/s1600/133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpymIN2vZtXi4zcazsvY1XcRGrH5YJb-ASTPqSnpawBEOrDao16k8y3xaXvy112V8_aM0w8spzb14WK0AVv8QFHZ5Rrsef0mTJUXzJzNyoaC9hOZvo2EDWxmK6uc0TUCJOQ7lZIao6QA/s400/133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655740377142718514" border="0" /></a>Teensy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXHS6RvKexSKoosiMqKitCTqF34l-qMvGp4fjfoTOu1zZnV1h4ugpVgFv1EUkRkGLQBz13F_3OSBneuF_NVJWzyetE0CmGsElimk7YdKNKSLbrNODeXG6ncCfoaY97Ka8Q63k4iCq9OI/s1600/158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXHS6RvKexSKoosiMqKitCTqF34l-qMvGp4fjfoTOu1zZnV1h4ugpVgFv1EUkRkGLQBz13F_3OSBneuF_NVJWzyetE0CmGsElimk7YdKNKSLbrNODeXG6ncCfoaY97Ka8Q63k4iCq9OI/s400/158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655740390078933634" border="0" /></a>Roxanne was desperate to be in a picture with Nadine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitU0zBSRQdW-WSQfupjqfUZQBwsrj62L_QMFFQIOP4E65tOOyxVfJcOG6Uka4rd5rk_h60BzaYZ4rxm2crHzQCaT61ppfzfNs4PlqZu6os0thj8wiRK6AT2FwuSv5Q5Rtxb_5MX50zh30/s1600/094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitU0zBSRQdW-WSQfupjqfUZQBwsrj62L_QMFFQIOP4E65tOOyxVfJcOG6Uka4rd5rk_h60BzaYZ4rxm2crHzQCaT61ppfzfNs4PlqZu6os0thj8wiRK6AT2FwuSv5Q5Rtxb_5MX50zh30/s400/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655738610208289730" border="0" /></a>That's Roxanne's head hanging out of the pumpkin ferris wheel at the fair.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMk7QwychhRilFeDIi6dnN7M_Pl8189lim3eO_Dyb2NCWI-8GFZ8AONvZ65NX0JwcdkdQzC0e3DTjlBA1huN6habZqcfCe7nOWQ-fVZPTeAXdT_eDf7aLJ0rvh339uaQFiv9hdRE5-IY/s1600/113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMk7QwychhRilFeDIi6dnN7M_Pl8189lim3eO_Dyb2NCWI-8GFZ8AONvZ65NX0JwcdkdQzC0e3DTjlBA1huN6habZqcfCe7nOWQ-fVZPTeAXdT_eDf7aLJ0rvh339uaQFiv9hdRE5-IY/s400/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655738606507429138" border="0" /></a>Bumper boats at the fair!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszfYVQT9XNU9rEHExROvHIvK2mlY7J1vYxjXMWQSX35bAm1xfTASLf32lABGRt_qvMUQbfsBlLfVw-e6q5IxClPf2zAKqQnYLMO2jjvI13mRXz4M505uXHXqJt67MWr47tsl7pdOvT4E/s1600/088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszfYVQT9XNU9rEHExROvHIvK2mlY7J1vYxjXMWQSX35bAm1xfTASLf32lABGRt_qvMUQbfsBlLfVw-e6q5IxClPf2zAKqQnYLMO2jjvI13mRXz4M505uXHXqJt67MWr47tsl7pdOvT4E/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655738603266451762" border="0" /></a>Waiting in line for a ride.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8OQTn4J5rD6urvjcIW6H8iMrWU1zVmB_Hmq42-SeP18x5GFE7Zmnx-pBI1LEAN354B685IaNER5eKmR7BstkVTKqYB2IKGXl255p4rHMgy0AhNm6lyCSqW2FSdlgzUHSC7UMcuQHrqI/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8OQTn4J5rD6urvjcIW6H8iMrWU1zVmB_Hmq42-SeP18x5GFE7Zmnx-pBI1LEAN354B685IaNER5eKmR7BstkVTKqYB2IKGXl255p4rHMgy0AhNm6lyCSqW2FSdlgzUHSC7UMcuQHrqI/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655738597585086882" border="0" /></a>See how Nadine is staring at Roxanne? We were playing "this little piggy."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWmgLUOFjTV8Atb2kLRQuNSoEmfsbs8CzXSnu1y3aiiXD-zR5hESh0kih1XGTmC-21RqH5MEhTlxO7WwdxlGbKbMrac9c-XDsQimc1e8Hfx4eIpE94yJaWMhLAfWTfYLM5zPbUtzfvYQ/s1600/050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWmgLUOFjTV8Atb2kLRQuNSoEmfsbs8CzXSnu1y3aiiXD-zR5hESh0kih1XGTmC-21RqH5MEhTlxO7WwdxlGbKbMrac9c-XDsQimc1e8Hfx4eIpE94yJaWMhLAfWTfYLM5zPbUtzfvYQ/s400/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655738601126398066" border="0" /></a><br />Little hams. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivElQTV30eTFCeTuB27lXMZZx7tbDRPGiwrq5vfD2Ppl2SqA6XjzaGRiEyxDsjtTx1Bybq9aAzPSA2gIAvOSzvl_JAcoQ7s9l8bwzI0qSG6_TR4IGuwQZLlMg6StYiTkPme86hJBNd_3w/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivElQTV30eTFCeTuB27lXMZZx7tbDRPGiwrq5vfD2Ppl2SqA6XjzaGRiEyxDsjtTx1Bybq9aAzPSA2gIAvOSzvl_JAcoQ7s9l8bwzI0qSG6_TR4IGuwQZLlMg6StYiTkPme86hJBNd_3w/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655737336180737906" border="0" /></a>Daddy and his girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlStBPcU5qj0XzbsIxLOo2pdM3C3OezP6tfvuxNIQfCQHhxyQeVCyR99odaV2KXRkV0QxRDHquQhO6MdoIytE9nxHjJ0MYA4N8Ubxl6Xd24HGSVj51Zyj_OpPSxhHKJksfG1y32XXqF3U/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlStBPcU5qj0XzbsIxLOo2pdM3C3OezP6tfvuxNIQfCQHhxyQeVCyR99odaV2KXRkV0QxRDHquQhO6MdoIytE9nxHjJ0MYA4N8Ubxl6Xd24HGSVj51Zyj_OpPSxhHKJksfG1y32XXqF3U/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655737334206125890" border="0" /></a>So cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLLDj-2XbSktOTVU5EHFgqhDM7p2zNEE_CLffZdES2C2UpX7-o55Hg8z1i_NSlIJvgr6a5e_cuLAydH8etQ1vq9xAsrLjma0GIyU75nEhu7zrLaescGNhMIrXA0UZyvkDxCge4ERjupU/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLLDj-2XbSktOTVU5EHFgqhDM7p2zNEE_CLffZdES2C2UpX7-o55Hg8z1i_NSlIJvgr6a5e_cuLAydH8etQ1vq9xAsrLjma0GIyU75nEhu7zrLaescGNhMIrXA0UZyvkDxCge4ERjupU/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655737328799724498" border="0" /></a>This is how you eat a chocolate covered banana at the Piedmont Park Ice Cream Festival.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZXsPiSk308mC3D1-lIuls422EVXFPzvW2wSNk9s3njvJU_FCIJi3sHde9PO3srYK9DruZPLQnyDTeJYnMvWfX357DI_cH8EZo-VFn04I_PqSgCqI9WzpjPrLeujzGvqP_r5bUFvklzM/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZXsPiSk308mC3D1-lIuls422EVXFPzvW2wSNk9s3njvJU_FCIJi3sHde9PO3srYK9DruZPLQnyDTeJYnMvWfX357DI_cH8EZo-VFn04I_PqSgCqI9WzpjPrLeujzGvqP_r5bUFvklzM/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655737321932717986" border="0" /></a>How the girls ride in the double stroller. Roxanne likes to turn around and sit on her knees to talk to Nadine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fhgPCLbRDSzTsxrfLjd1kn-pgyABHGQDuC4CkjtIfKWh_cM50o_Y1qqyrnZiCRJ-d5MYjiXVKBCaFYWllJwPQngvqs8iId4zYeg50cnoUtommU8tNfYoksyvZnyBKVHYQaT_9yE2qVQ/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fhgPCLbRDSzTsxrfLjd1kn-pgyABHGQDuC4CkjtIfKWh_cM50o_Y1qqyrnZiCRJ-d5MYjiXVKBCaFYWllJwPQngvqs8iId4zYeg50cnoUtommU8tNfYoksyvZnyBKVHYQaT_9yE2qVQ/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655737341449524226" border="0" /></a>When Daddy stops paying attention...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghauc0YoMsn4mme6vyHqYq2LlPpLywlrapMU_olHBpfLLwLOAkcS6QzkbuEC2dV9NGvhQNjmr35wON0_sTIlZ-GTBSQAm5R3F7g73bWPOwmaZwmSWAODfh5z1TBV7MJG50g4x6_JExkJ4/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghauc0YoMsn4mme6vyHqYq2LlPpLywlrapMU_olHBpfLLwLOAkcS6QzkbuEC2dV9NGvhQNjmr35wON0_sTIlZ-GTBSQAm5R3F7g73bWPOwmaZwmSWAODfh5z1TBV7MJG50g4x6_JExkJ4/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655736016091638626" border="0" /></a>The closest I've gotten to catching a smile!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vdcsN6Xx5OmrL4-oiLgu59xdFky_ChstJM4O1ikJM1iN2nW9UFUjM_AgR4EO9D1hIt0XhmvsfLlAX5npTmr71K8yL0UTk0Fl6m7UUpHKiQhdOWaRhWViPTSUFDEL_vv-e7vyU2Prf3s/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vdcsN6Xx5OmrL4-oiLgu59xdFky_ChstJM4O1ikJM1iN2nW9UFUjM_AgR4EO9D1hIt0XhmvsfLlAX5npTmr71K8yL0UTk0Fl6m7UUpHKiQhdOWaRhWViPTSUFDEL_vv-e7vyU2Prf3s/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655736005309164578" border="0" /></a>Roxanne in her classroom. She was supposed to be sitting with the other kids, but she insisted later that "there was no room." The teacher was nice enough not to reprimand her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1h7rmWjh5zIgqSDJdSgLcfjvmXvPF6vG4R24lDyXrN3IRVr-HfwVVr7LWc8bPQCwW-cy5Yn4MGMZhBz4SV-8ZTTReacwYKYMNDTTjjKGnD9LyPVLS_PRhwavU_Rb1XgTEzPSFtfaAkqk/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1h7rmWjh5zIgqSDJdSgLcfjvmXvPF6vG4R24lDyXrN3IRVr-HfwVVr7LWc8bPQCwW-cy5Yn4MGMZhBz4SV-8ZTTReacwYKYMNDTTjjKGnD9LyPVLS_PRhwavU_Rb1XgTEzPSFtfaAkqk/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655736007239046146" border="0" /></a>Roxanne at DragonCon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjq9z8CepkoZkj7fZMwkcpQ-xvD10zZTrGt1pn7HBaIA-Tp71o2dbi3bsXGysyqPwhKI5U60lfmZjoxSQeeLfe6wvOkv9uZeoGEkcL0QMko8psMQu0pyS0NpEAZNtG3MKyuChyCxL6D4/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjq9z8CepkoZkj7fZMwkcpQ-xvD10zZTrGt1pn7HBaIA-Tp71o2dbi3bsXGysyqPwhKI5U60lfmZjoxSQeeLfe6wvOkv9uZeoGEkcL0QMko8psMQu0pyS0NpEAZNtG3MKyuChyCxL6D4/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655736019063827026" border="0" /></a>Nadine in her new crib!<br /><br />I apologize for letting so much time pass! I always try to remind myself that it's so much easier to write frequent and short blog posts than wait forever and feel like I'm writing a novel, but then time gets away from me... Anyways, I'll try to be concise!<br /><br />Nadine is almost 7 weeks old now! I can't believe how fast it has gone. She has started smiling, which is adorable. I haven't caught it on camera yet, but I'll keep trying. The cutest is when she does big smiles, which start out like a yawn. It's like she's figuring out how to do it. She has also started looking at toys more, and just this week started reaching for toys. She doesn't do it all that often, but she has a butterfly attached to her carseat that she stares at and sometimes grabs. It has helped a teensy bit with car trips. Nadine HATES being in the car. She usually cries/screams when she's in her carseat. It's so pitiful. Usually it gets better and worse as we drive so she's not just fussing the entire trip, but once she gets going, she means business. She is definitely more intense than Roxanne was at this age in that she wants to be held a lot. She is starting to be OK with sitting in her bouncy seat or swing for short periods, but still only about 10 minutes at most. Usually it's only about 2. :) I wonder if maybe she's a little more needy because she gets dragged around so much. With Roxanne, it was easy to just stay home and snuggle and nurse most of the time, but with a 3.5 year old at home, we've got errands to run and places to go to avoid cabin fever. Either way, it's definitely not awful by any means, just noticeably different than her big sister.<br /><br />Roxanne is love love loving pre-school. She gets to take yoga, Spanish and music classes as part of her weekly schedule with school, and we also signed her up for pre-ballet on Wednesdays after school. She had her first ballet class on Wednesday and has asked me about five times a day since then when she gets to have ballet class again. She loves all of her various teachers, and spends a lot of time at school drawing pictures for them. She spends hours every day at school and at home working on drawings. She also loves gluing sequins (and anything else she can get her mitts on) onto her drawings. I bought her a pack of confetti/sequins a while back at Target and she loves taking the hearts and butterflies and flowers and incorporating them into her pictures. She'll draw herself and then glue the sequins onto her dress in the picture. Or she'll glue flower shapes in a straight line along the bottom of the page and then draw in a stem and leaves. She loves displaying her artwork and tells us it's an "art festival." She loves making cards for everyone, and practices writing names. Since she's a lefty, a lot of her letters are backwards and she writes names (including hers) out of order. But she draws a line before writing and so at least her letters are all on a line.<br /><br />Together, the girls are adorable. Poor Nadine gets Roxanne an inch from her face all the time, but she seems to kind of like it. She smiles at her sometimes, and always stops what she's doing to look around when she hears Roxanne talking or yelling (which is ALL THE TIME). Roxanne always tells me she wants to play with Nadine or hold her. She loves giving her kisses, too. We have to work on not giving Nadine toys all the time, even though I always tell her Nadine is too little for things like stuffed animals. But at least it's that and not eye-poking or roughness. Roxanne tells me "You have me, and when Nadine gets bigger, you'll have two kids! Isn't that great?" So I know she has trouble understanding about Nadine being a baby versus a big girl, etc. In that same vein, she'll tell me "When Nadine gets bigger I'll have a sister!" Still, we're very grateful that Roxanne loves Nadine and hasn't had any aggression towards her.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-21069915398538100652011-08-30T22:12:00.004-04:002011-08-31T00:10:09.828-04:00Apologies in advance for the blurry photos...Yes, our camera is on the fritz again, so we've been using an iPod Touch to take pictures. Unless you are outside in bright light, they come out pretty fuzzy. I'm going to try and keep working on the old camera. No funds for a new one at the moment, so please don't get dizzy from looking at these blurry pictures! It's the best we can do for now. :)
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFqnfwQ5V2Xw0kqh7llQFYu6uaNPBEgUXKT2T4k7IzyXuTETUCG46MQH-CoDl30QdvV-DcmQFgFl47F6hT6BUw7wjhJKG6pMzOYXF3s3-_jS08KAyUFRsXDqn-KLBwL3JxLZkI7PdL9Y/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFqnfwQ5V2Xw0kqh7llQFYu6uaNPBEgUXKT2T4k7IzyXuTETUCG46MQH-CoDl30QdvV-DcmQFgFl47F6hT6BUw7wjhJKG6pMzOYXF3s3-_jS08KAyUFRsXDqn-KLBwL3JxLZkI7PdL9Y/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646848762895614658" border="0" /></a>Here's Nadine modeling one of her fancy BumGenius cloth diapers! We are so lucky that we were given enough to cloth diaper. I still use disposables sometimes for overnight or when we go out, but we're moving towards full-time use of them. They really are wonderful, and we can't thank our generous family and friends enough for helping us get set up with 12 of them. I might pick up some more here and there, but 12 is a great number to start with. They are on the smallest setting now, and fit her wonderfully. And lots of room to grow! They are supposed to fit until 35 pounds. Which should definitely be potty-training weight. Yay!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBv5JsdkXd9Qiif7MUjb2abNfldZUpOP3RNRf7NcoDxMcusba0qjZKkw04KVzaCezTUIetTYC9vJHK8iRSJDKzons13NsbcRWzloQoB2Avs_isiyUTMIdbyD0VIV0JZ4CwWcqAogxJHPo/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBv5JsdkXd9Qiif7MUjb2abNfldZUpOP3RNRf7NcoDxMcusba0qjZKkw04KVzaCezTUIetTYC9vJHK8iRSJDKzons13NsbcRWzloQoB2Avs_isiyUTMIdbyD0VIV0JZ4CwWcqAogxJHPo/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646848768342847026" border="0" /></a>Here's a fuzzy close-up from the same diaper photo shoot tonight. Her eyes are the prettiest purpley/blue/gray right now. I know they will change soon, but I wanted to try and catch them in their newborn shade. And I know there is no cover on our changing pad. Awful, but she spits up a LOT and loves to pee on the changing pad during diaper changes. I gave up on trying to keep a cover on it for now.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gpHvfSIt1w5FZCE-gkbEz9Vf0JfHoqDcd8zaccZxOp8WlqXueoWnQXpGNmd7MHwSDOSIF70u2G0ioImZZiiwD7WzeGmWdUruedPZXEqKbXOALTA1AjlUfup51R2BYlUff6wt3GOScqY/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gpHvfSIt1w5FZCE-gkbEz9Vf0JfHoqDcd8zaccZxOp8WlqXueoWnQXpGNmd7MHwSDOSIF70u2G0ioImZZiiwD7WzeGmWdUruedPZXEqKbXOALTA1AjlUfup51R2BYlUff6wt3GOScqY/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646848764842765378" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne feeding a parakeet at the zoo this morning. I took her and Nadine and we had a lovely time. This is our last week before Roxanne starts pre-school next week!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycFZC1CaPNMy9NEzdfxfpZuX1HNnZMXcZ4U05HNVDmjsdlbBntlqd7TR_b1_fFbty20yzhpJWH03nP7qNu_x0K4xoN_9JB7SbuNzEIVehZONwqFVDtoik70zigP7phbxVdsJ1wEkaOkY/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycFZC1CaPNMy9NEzdfxfpZuX1HNnZMXcZ4U05HNVDmjsdlbBntlqd7TR_b1_fFbty20yzhpJWH03nP7qNu_x0K4xoN_9JB7SbuNzEIVehZONwqFVDtoik70zigP7phbxVdsJ1wEkaOkY/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646847833910816274" border="0" /></a>And here's Nadine enjoying the zoo from inside the sling... What a muffin.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2gXUUTLZodaD6rsTdwNudJts6xHyQT2Sl1Aw-WOzMC_XR_aJHKVgOa_uGk9dXe9DnG-iC6iUZ0nqbJTDYWFdS3PBTnCDYChyRANAYnE0TF0aR4gcu_3pzTRiofiecar9T_F_LS8-7Hc/s1600/130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2gXUUTLZodaD6rsTdwNudJts6xHyQT2Sl1Aw-WOzMC_XR_aJHKVgOa_uGk9dXe9DnG-iC6iUZ0nqbJTDYWFdS3PBTnCDYChyRANAYnE0TF0aR4gcu_3pzTRiofiecar9T_F_LS8-7Hc/s400/130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646847834241118594" border="0" /></a>Here's Justin reading to his girls this week. He reads to Roxanne every night, but Nadine only sits in once or twice a week. Roxanne loves it when all four of us sit together for story time. Of course, then we have to sit on the couch or her bed. We don't all pile up in that rocker.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wHirG8VdZinIwQjG0DytOClpbmamPYARNLpyuls-nQC7Rqhk_cO5CLosE5tnGr7g4c2UhQuZ6WjfQBX6W7oF8bVv3AViGMtAHMAXB6OtVC-3JVymzr_fFjgizdMrOSPNaCjGyKv5JDM/s1600/123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3wHirG8VdZinIwQjG0DytOClpbmamPYARNLpyuls-nQC7Rqhk_cO5CLosE5tnGr7g4c2UhQuZ6WjfQBX6W7oF8bVv3AViGMtAHMAXB6OtVC-3JVymzr_fFjgizdMrOSPNaCjGyKv5JDM/s400/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646847828130316754" border="0" /></a>It really almost looks like Nadine is listening...
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCY1XJ-n9RXb77DK8KPxkCUoKuHgeqAwkBOqGFijCvHWKYZpFtA_XgcTJep5K0todwlls5YfUgbuVtSljt-ZwZlE2Zodz2vX94T3Scz36Oqo15O_puIUci8Q9eyzXfSX9cySprG0IP4w0/s1600/113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCY1XJ-n9RXb77DK8KPxkCUoKuHgeqAwkBOqGFijCvHWKYZpFtA_XgcTJep5K0todwlls5YfUgbuVtSljt-ZwZlE2Zodz2vX94T3Scz36Oqo15O_puIUci8Q9eyzXfSX9cySprG0IP4w0/s400/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646847827671217810" border="0" /></a>One of Roxanne's favorite things to do during the morning/day with me and her and Nadine at home is read to the baby. Here she is reading <span style="font-style: italic;">Owl Babies</span>, one of her favorites as a baby. Of course, she's not actually "reading." Just making up words that actually are close to the real ones. She sometimes gets absorbed in the books and forgets to say anything out loud. Then Nadine gets bored and fusses.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSF2S5LAx3FwiPIu5eULJWTMd9iQczypbHZ6Hh6VuNBuq0ia3l8-ejfjKe6fQdHGxf0QJTxhvAPXpfDzF91L0qEBcgkn7fDi7vfi8M6hO3IvFbABf0nXalsfjqR9_lsIQGvWi6oFgyPw/s1600/103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSF2S5LAx3FwiPIu5eULJWTMd9iQczypbHZ6Hh6VuNBuq0ia3l8-ejfjKe6fQdHGxf0QJTxhvAPXpfDzF91L0qEBcgkn7fDi7vfi8M6hO3IvFbABf0nXalsfjqR9_lsIQGvWi6oFgyPw/s400/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646847823276815666" border="0" /></a>Here they are both being camera hams.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkR79FxlZBWicKXTMX1z-1Q0rUZ_B7zc4mms1W8NiiVHgSK2ZsM4Cs1pCSkU3FVg3FUZF_cKZWDR_D_jk4PYn6raWkI0_96gy_6BA7T_o_jA-19XZb1B519A38uwipfb8Q_z2wjDMkEbI/s1600/090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkR79FxlZBWicKXTMX1z-1Q0rUZ_B7zc4mms1W8NiiVHgSK2ZsM4Cs1pCSkU3FVg3FUZF_cKZWDR_D_jk4PYn6raWkI0_96gy_6BA7T_o_jA-19XZb1B519A38uwipfb8Q_z2wjDMkEbI/s400/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646845899083066770" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne and I playing in the Chattahoochee on Sunday. We went to a park in Norcross with river access. It was gorgeous. Roxanne had a dress on, but since we had a spare in the car, we let her get soaked. Her favorite part was digging in the "sand" on one area of the shoreline. It was mostly dirt. Red dirt. Ew.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVHztF_U7EOwD67TrrYWYSUKm7fzKHdLX6Jch6Ry_Y6tDqVh4skxrU9CZEiMxD_rG26F8cPh02fgA5LEzprWCFmXDYBKKcaBcNYurQa-fhJAksiH7J3n8npTpltJC6HBY8vguZ48HTWk/s1600/078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVHztF_U7EOwD67TrrYWYSUKm7fzKHdLX6Jch6Ry_Y6tDqVh4skxrU9CZEiMxD_rG26F8cPh02fgA5LEzprWCFmXDYBKKcaBcNYurQa-fhJAksiH7J3n8npTpltJC6HBY8vguZ48HTWk/s400/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646845896126137906" border="0" /></a>Justin was on baby duty. We've tried to be creative about taking the girls places that are fun and get her out of the house but don't expose Nadine to lots of germs (ie: no jumpy places!).
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwiQc-zM1dia9DLvjrDTjJNDjt5EQBEiZxzPC5INeUi3Ekd9uUBULHSiripZ0p6hyphenhyphenzQn5upZ9HE7LfMKAzPy2acE-tKNmXqLBPE8ShIFekc8gWeHlmyeN_VVdAUBwh649BfcD7V_htbQ/s1600/067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwiQc-zM1dia9DLvjrDTjJNDjt5EQBEiZxzPC5INeUi3Ekd9uUBULHSiripZ0p6hyphenhyphenzQn5upZ9HE7LfMKAzPy2acE-tKNmXqLBPE8ShIFekc8gWeHlmyeN_VVdAUBwh649BfcD7V_htbQ/s400/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646845892674011922" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne all dressed up for her pre-school playdate last week! School starts next Wednesday, but the room moms organized a playdate at a park near the pre-school. She got to meet some of her classmates and we met her lead teacher. Her teacher is really really sweet. She nannies in the afternoons, so we talked a bit about that. Roxanne played a little with some of the kids (especially Ben, who will be in her class) but she also loves swinging. I noticed two other kids in her class who wanted to just stay on the swings. Their moms kept urging them to go play with the other kids, which I did, too, but I finally just left it alone. She wasn't being shy or anything, she just really likes swinging. :)
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_YlReuQVaXVuhK4FdwqhKOa5Rg17KLlYl3JOEYl4Ob4s4esF5y5CqC8aRq4Al1LKA8123sLZeH-SX5qR_SuZvBbBOL8p5ppdpURsRno9mSKDrmQBl5u1W0rkEwYByTkyo3VbqUnIXIM/s1600/075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_YlReuQVaXVuhK4FdwqhKOa5Rg17KLlYl3JOEYl4Ob4s4esF5y5CqC8aRq4Al1LKA8123sLZeH-SX5qR_SuZvBbBOL8p5ppdpURsRno9mSKDrmQBl5u1W0rkEwYByTkyo3VbqUnIXIM/s400/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646845895594380594" border="0" /></a>Here she is at the playground, playing in the dirt. Sigh. She was burying treasure apparently. A little boy came over and started digging with her, and the two of them had a really elaborate conversation about buried treasure and whether or not to mark the spot with an X. She really is a social little thing, she just doesn't seem to feel the need to have someone play with her all the time. I think she'll like pre-school though. Oh, and she'll be going 5 mornings a week from 9-12. She'll do yoga and Spanish and music on rotating days. Fun!
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzN7ll-vhw0Ho5C3HwwY2MGqhvFDXb6rczPKlOKlWHEvWiXGuvoebyQ0f889M4ydh0zaOdZPnYuxdCfItBXUnt8AwfnDrIUvl742SKYbuuW__LqMNyeugvlzS-oFv0UN_IfnTe5FXnEo/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzN7ll-vhw0Ho5C3HwwY2MGqhvFDXb6rczPKlOKlWHEvWiXGuvoebyQ0f889M4ydh0zaOdZPnYuxdCfItBXUnt8AwfnDrIUvl742SKYbuuW__LqMNyeugvlzS-oFv0UN_IfnTe5FXnEo/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646845886156521794" border="0" /></a>And here's one last Nadine photo. This was probably the middle of the night during one of her peaceful but wakeful periods. We're working on getting nights and days straight. In the meantime, there's coffee for mama and the basement bedroom for daddy. Thank goodness for that.
<br />adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-55402698641690188282011-08-17T19:51:00.004-04:002011-08-17T20:28:30.302-04:00Photos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-C9ZnsMDd2n1v5Yi4OIhLM1nJuA7qNcaLehDSDVNnbLf-O7S3EHzvabnJgdoGcZvlmzPKXhcdA-pQGo-FDsIRIGNSu3mxhCP5ic7BvwVj3sLui-tnqZexDhRmyT6Ox9oPEPr3K5FdEs/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-C9ZnsMDd2n1v5Yi4OIhLM1nJuA7qNcaLehDSDVNnbLf-O7S3EHzvabnJgdoGcZvlmzPKXhcdA-pQGo-FDsIRIGNSu3mxhCP5ic7BvwVj3sLui-tnqZexDhRmyT6Ox9oPEPr3K5FdEs/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641983713571458306" border="0" /></a>I know it's gas and/or a nice baby dream, but even involuntary smiles are cute.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxIevhMSRrBCnVhhE2hbD_TCur785HT6rc69twglOPObO-qX0IGT1YuRGob76pBKTU6M71QxpnvE4Yexc0WtQ3jDzXNciQD9FbhXPctfmTzWE8t2O6sWkn0Ep0QnX5EwFG4veRrrOM-Q/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxIevhMSRrBCnVhhE2hbD_TCur785HT6rc69twglOPObO-qX0IGT1YuRGob76pBKTU6M71QxpnvE4Yexc0WtQ3jDzXNciQD9FbhXPctfmTzWE8t2O6sWkn0Ep0QnX5EwFG4veRrrOM-Q/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641983708099160978" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyNOK07GDVDycVwlBqELyKXAJedjsa_HC7iyV2kfGAKNbEzQLfcG2PQPZAQ-iKO06XkW2F6oOART0U_AusjhbGZAEAqGtnvjzZYn-dGMJBdG2hN7KOs4VyIMBS9WPjAT903toCmCQps0/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyNOK07GDVDycVwlBqELyKXAJedjsa_HC7iyV2kfGAKNbEzQLfcG2PQPZAQ-iKO06XkW2F6oOART0U_AusjhbGZAEAqGtnvjzZYn-dGMJBdG2hN7KOs4VyIMBS9WPjAT903toCmCQps0/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641983700089656546" border="0" /></a>Having a serious chat with Daddy. Roxanne picked this outfit out for Nadine at Target. We let her pick out two, and of course one is pink and the other is purple. She keeps asking me why Nadine doesn't have any dresses to wear. Oh, and they had newborn sized pink tutus at Target. Roxanne really really wanted to get one for Nadine, but we convinced her we should wait a little while.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJeKWgI_YwcRe_HAMwBQRYhcbnuX6ukuUGcgGHkpyiGcL0R6kShZQtiWv8-IlZgjsissPq0q4wj2_Ps8-D2hdLKTVJ3bEcFDx80WckX6vFA1j2x20ByZ8idJ4jyCZg4m0h9lnMnM1pRw/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJeKWgI_YwcRe_HAMwBQRYhcbnuX6ukuUGcgGHkpyiGcL0R6kShZQtiWv8-IlZgjsissPq0q4wj2_Ps8-D2hdLKTVJ3bEcFDx80WckX6vFA1j2x20ByZ8idJ4jyCZg4m0h9lnMnM1pRw/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641983721845366482" border="0" /></a>Cloth diapers are WONDERFUL, but my favorite part is how they make her little booty look so big.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9Et2ZIuRqxJjYF6mWf6ZbFV6fyMiRD6jAIMmcOSZRxvT-unKtohEUKuttzI2YJEAK6cRoDJXGrWB8DGDSisjrr7jR8iolY7ZQpDluBX2SkWQRdHVpA-lX7bnsyItN2T6RTIi6BH_Ue0/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9Et2ZIuRqxJjYF6mWf6ZbFV6fyMiRD6jAIMmcOSZRxvT-unKtohEUKuttzI2YJEAK6cRoDJXGrWB8DGDSisjrr7jR8iolY7ZQpDluBX2SkWQRdHVpA-lX7bnsyItN2T6RTIi6BH_Ue0/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641982456544699346" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9j_FD9dEaefW-rmjfARcH0xj6r8WdzhNeMElmMad6PuMyjK3p6NNvB6ZMMeLDBB5zwBrIrB4Un82bTBakgqalB8qupDyjDab-WgsfBYfCudmGYF1JJr-C2TkkdqL8SzxUhXlgmHoqU0s/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9j_FD9dEaefW-rmjfARcH0xj6r8WdzhNeMElmMad6PuMyjK3p6NNvB6ZMMeLDBB5zwBrIrB4Un82bTBakgqalB8qupDyjDab-WgsfBYfCudmGYF1JJr-C2TkkdqL8SzxUhXlgmHoqU0s/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641982462839459218" border="0" /></a>Story time with Daddy. Look how tiny Nadine is compared to Roxanne!
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4stT7b0NUnrc3pO4RGWQAG4LYUbQvMRM9Fzq26NGwixvsT7HeODufogoIauv1u7m_XdYMEYwLsxbetvBe3P4WarzFuch4RvCbmaGgnOrldBivEUT4OfLJfDmggjEfXhz1tdCTvQCbzGQ/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4stT7b0NUnrc3pO4RGWQAG4LYUbQvMRM9Fzq26NGwixvsT7HeODufogoIauv1u7m_XdYMEYwLsxbetvBe3P4WarzFuch4RvCbmaGgnOrldBivEUT4OfLJfDmggjEfXhz1tdCTvQCbzGQ/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641982449869838434" border="0" /></a>This was taken while Nadine was in the sling. It was her first trip to the park! We went for a nice long walk at Mason Mill Park. Nadine did this the entire time. :) Roxanne found lots of "nature" that she made Justin take home in his pocket. If we had a dollar for every acorn, tiny stick, rock, leaf, etc., that gets brought into this house, we could re-do our bathroom.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRdJc7mbLpU_plwTy2xRs99Ulz5rMMW-iaY2C1LnJQGyRf6PENO8Ak_i-wQ3kS8vztpBduPwr7rJEXlQb96vK_hk_T2VjpERsUi8vFhFWLRBvFjsN6cNCuwuQ5WTxK7KfeHtevzNBOjw/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRdJc7mbLpU_plwTy2xRs99Ulz5rMMW-iaY2C1LnJQGyRf6PENO8Ak_i-wQ3kS8vztpBduPwr7rJEXlQb96vK_hk_T2VjpERsUi8vFhFWLRBvFjsN6cNCuwuQ5WTxK7KfeHtevzNBOjw/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641980778849737026" border="0" /></a>She's getting her chubs back. She's been nursing like a champ!
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLWWo75gFsE3pQn5pNshFom_DmN4-WMns5uzMB-AuLunJHK-6mchOH50-ConauZEGI7fiA63_ZSC1QBijDxbr7grMzVlUZqMLHEPRRJzQFC1_sbfFtQ0cKDiyu58voDncOz9WIOtg3ao/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLWWo75gFsE3pQn5pNshFom_DmN4-WMns5uzMB-AuLunJHK-6mchOH50-ConauZEGI7fiA63_ZSC1QBijDxbr7grMzVlUZqMLHEPRRJzQFC1_sbfFtQ0cKDiyu58voDncOz9WIOtg3ao/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641980774649484914" border="0" /></a>I know these are dark, but she has her longest wakeful period at night. Of course.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfqFTQa-DKJY6j55HkyqlvawFyyyOb3gE-zYr1FzfTuGawB8O7GKCW6VDGEWlPpc69h67YgQ7CPSUvpTQXjKsHapZPkDmYJD-K2P_K6BpjbqYv4l7UuMCX9MNKr0E-LBQwiH63spdsUY/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfqFTQa-DKJY6j55HkyqlvawFyyyOb3gE-zYr1FzfTuGawB8O7GKCW6VDGEWlPpc69h67YgQ7CPSUvpTQXjKsHapZPkDmYJD-K2P_K6BpjbqYv4l7UuMCX9MNKr0E-LBQwiH63spdsUY/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641980771670950418" border="0" /></a>So many fun faces to try out!
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWZuuB75bIvCJbuWcnm_mqq5Q1vQNv77poFlFP_UZhUQ0YyNOTPyAQ14v86ceqdCCTQGG0f5P6CIjbOFkfkXrX-Tr7yRllj-ePOB3ol4rDd4IBAahIjhRqjW5h8yFNWTs5JICKYjLRA8/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWZuuB75bIvCJbuWcnm_mqq5Q1vQNv77poFlFP_UZhUQ0YyNOTPyAQ14v86ceqdCCTQGG0f5P6CIjbOFkfkXrX-Tr7yRllj-ePOB3ol4rDd4IBAahIjhRqjW5h8yFNWTs5JICKYjLRA8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641980764821290146" border="0" /></a>Yawns.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Anjt-G1OzvwbPsfhZY6abEyEP1sxU-N0iHsbl3iPGKhsYeBQ3i1W4v8mkk56Dei30CPm8mzvDAdrsqO12cxR3kMJsBnLDc-XhJRE6fLLo340eXdxmiDzeVlnQCJ9EW-aonrFejO4cYg/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Anjt-G1OzvwbPsfhZY6abEyEP1sxU-N0iHsbl3iPGKhsYeBQ3i1W4v8mkk56Dei30CPm8mzvDAdrsqO12cxR3kMJsBnLDc-XhJRE6fLLo340eXdxmiDzeVlnQCJ9EW-aonrFejO4cYg/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641980789574156866" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne and Daddy on our walk at Mason Mill Park. We've also been taking long walks around the neighborhood. We took our Joovy double stroller on one and it was perfect. Nadine's baby seat fits into it, and Roxanne can hop on and off whenever she wants. Poor Nadine is getting dragged around way more than Roxanne did she was a baby. We've just been trying to keep Roxanne doing at least one fun thing each day so she doesn't go nuts at home. Story time at Little Shop of Stories, lots of walks, and Justin has been taking her to the pool some. We are going to miss him when he goes back to work next week...
<br />adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-81609818979025956412011-08-11T20:53:00.003-04:002011-08-11T21:53:50.468-04:00Nadine Patricia's Birth Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxnEsyTflDAj4K27pXSHQ7rK8R1208DRerqwr12mIduVLQsYrhgVPAVRFToyU_HSDCRd-SSMOsym2U1uVGFPPAZOiAabE4SOl4tcnmdiqKK1l3D1p0hvkZoR0trOWSoq60mbN0iDFLy0/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxnEsyTflDAj4K27pXSHQ7rK8R1208DRerqwr12mIduVLQsYrhgVPAVRFToyU_HSDCRd-SSMOsym2U1uVGFPPAZOiAabE4SOl4tcnmdiqKK1l3D1p0hvkZoR0trOWSoq60mbN0iDFLy0/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767356099126114" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGhI3yZT2EjrkccNDlcQHEul8UCSbX6P8eW_dVpbvhqRy9dop92f3_pOHcPDUI4-xLkds3SaC-wmBUmRLK3R56RmHcBp4L5_tUkt8IgyZum_vttct2IZD1wdKlmfcXJHN8m1AOIvzNoA/s1600/babies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoGhI3yZT2EjrkccNDlcQHEul8UCSbX6P8eW_dVpbvhqRy9dop92f3_pOHcPDUI4-xLkds3SaC-wmBUmRLK3R56RmHcBp4L5_tUkt8IgyZum_vttct2IZD1wdKlmfcXJHN8m1AOIvzNoA/s400/babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767350466602002" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPT5WNj1c6W6fL8oCXb61HBow5v_LQ68VDXTyUHnykbv4qg_yuxVZpbOd0SHuylz2a6DzWg1R12EIF81GV90TIpW5ouwAOl51ieQBU_mzayahHTIoBG3BlUmMxTf98w75JW2-LXsLzLI/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPT5WNj1c6W6fL8oCXb61HBow5v_LQ68VDXTyUHnykbv4qg_yuxVZpbOd0SHuylz2a6DzWg1R12EIF81GV90TIpW5ouwAOl51ieQBU_mzayahHTIoBG3BlUmMxTf98w75JW2-LXsLzLI/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767350235075666" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqaRzlaIWYfQ4dpslvYgzK974UIIDE3Qh2_j2CXMdOkMjTWls6z-irX1FgH8XwM4JhDY8PAWtOa29JE-jcd5kuAw2myHDZ3cb7mAqSdWc5p3coHtvr5AtJqkOBzrIhhOl3jtXJvotKc8/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqaRzlaIWYfQ4dpslvYgzK974UIIDE3Qh2_j2CXMdOkMjTWls6z-irX1FgH8XwM4JhDY8PAWtOa29JE-jcd5kuAw2myHDZ3cb7mAqSdWc5p3coHtvr5AtJqkOBzrIhhOl3jtXJvotKc8/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767346496664050" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCckUMGz9OpiY-oIt6zhGIBUJilgmFCoPko6rrYIpFOZQZKp46xi5_gE72gyJpwmflGYH5YhwvdU-sqxMT_jJyPyfuV5r1GU13zB6JI0xfT1hxopcig23GtlRSYStlyZLEL1LcIibKnW0/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCckUMGz9OpiY-oIt6zhGIBUJilgmFCoPko6rrYIpFOZQZKp46xi5_gE72gyJpwmflGYH5YhwvdU-sqxMT_jJyPyfuV5r1GU13zB6JI0xfT1hxopcig23GtlRSYStlyZLEL1LcIibKnW0/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767363518254530" border="0" /></a>Fair warning! I'm going to post baby Nadine's birth story before I forget it. Don't worry, I won't be too graphic or anything. But I have to say that everything went so wonderfully that I want to be sure and write it down. Obviously, my birth with Roxanne was also wonderful and amazing because it resulted in our wonderful and amazing daughter, but in terms of the details, it was difficult and painful and scary. Nadine's birth was kind of a walk in the park in comparison! So apologies in advance for a long and rambling post. And I'm sure some of you might think this is way too much personal information to share, so I apologize for that, too.
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<br />For the whole week before Nadine's birth (my 37th week of pregnancy) I was feeling lots of contractions and just generally had the idea that things were moving along nicely. The week before, I had been checked (at 36 weeks) and was already 2cm dilated and 50% effaced, so I was really thinking I'd go early. But, a whole week later, Friday the 5th, my midwife checked me and reported that I was still 2cm dilated and 50% effaced. I have to admit that I was disappointed. But I tried not to worry about it since I was supposed to work on Monday. I kept thinking that maybe I'd go into labor on Monday or Tuesday and that would be perfect. On the flip side, I felt really sure that the baby had dropped, which seemed weird to me since I read about fifty times that your second baby drops only once active labor has started. On Friday night, I felt fairly sure that I saw my mucus plug, (sorry, gross detail) but not positive. On Saturday the 6th, I felt a funny feeling, and continued having contractions irregularly throughout the day. I was really emotional (ie: cranky and annoyed at everything) and felt this need to get some things done. I washed all of Nadine's cloth diapers, ran some shopping errands with Roxanne, etc. Thank goodness I took a long afternoon nap during a thunderstorm. When I woke up, we all went to Fellini's (on LaVista, where they have frozen yogurt inside...yum) and ate dinner. I was still irritable, and my appetite was really weird. I ate a salad but couldn't even finish one slice of pizza. Somehow I found room for frozen yogurt...
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<br />Back at home, I was just resting and felt exhausted, but I could not fall asleep. Justin was in the dining room working on work work, as he had been doing for most of the day. He had been "nesting" worse than me I think, bringing home work often to try and tie up loose strings before taking leave. He seemed to know even more than I did that the baby was coming soon. Anyways, sometime around 11:45pm, I was just laying down and playing on pinterest.com and looking at cute nursery photos. I felt a pop, and then a gush. There was absolutely no doubting that my water had broken. I yelled to Justin and told him my water had broken and asked him for some towels. I called my midwife's office, then started calling my mom to let her know we were probably headed to the hospital soon. Of course, the midwife called back while I was making other calls, and I had to wait for her to call back. She did, and I explained to her my history with Roxanne and shoulder dystocia, etc. etc. I had not met her, but she was very nice and calming on the phone. She asked me if I wanted to come to the hospital or wait at home for a while longer. Because I was nervous and felt like things might end up moving fast, I told her I wanted to come in. I guess I was also freaked out about how much water I was losing.
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<br />Justin had to finish up what he was working on before we left, so I paced around the house, which seemed to get my contractions going. Before then, they had still been irregular. After my water broke, they got to be around 15 to 20 minutes apart but got farther apart if I wasn't walking. After Justin finished, he gathered up our bags and scooped up Roxanne who was completely asleep, and we all got on the road. About ten minutes into our drive, we realized that we had forgotten shoes for Roxanne. Oops. We had her little suitcase, but no shoes. So once we got the hospital, Justin had to carry her everywhere. We waited in the triage area for a while before being brought back to a room. We settled Roxanne onto the "couch" with her pillow and blanket in our room, but of course she didn't fall asleep... Fortunately, my mom and Mike and Leah got there soon after we did, and waited with Roxanne while so we could figure out an approximate time line for when and how things would happen. I saw a nurse who came and did a few things while we waited for the midwife. Kate, the midwife (who again, I had never met before) came in and I immediately liked her a lot. She was very friendly and calming. She checked me, and I was only 3 cm dilated and about 60% effaced. She suggested I try and rest for a few hours and then she'd come back around 6am to check me again. I think by this time it was around 1:30 or 2am. I told her that was fine, and we told my mom and Mike and Leah to go ahead home with Roxanne since it would be a while. Justin settled in and tried to sleep, and I tried to relax, but my contractions were roughly 5-7 minutes apart by then and were very uncomfortable. I was still able to just breathe through them and distracted myself watching HGTV shows. I was also lucky that although I had an IV in, I wasn't hooked to anything, so I could unplug myself from the fetal monitor and blood pressure machine and move around. I was in and out of the bathroom constantly, and just generally felt really uncomfortable. I was definitely not able to rest, but I tried to at least keep quiet enough for Justin to sleep a little.
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<br />By about 4am, I was really really hurting. The contractions were much much closer together and they kept double peaking, so that I would get one, then one second later get another. I was exhausted, too. I called the nurse and asked her to send in the midwife to check me again. She came in and said that I was 6cm dilated and 90% effaced. She helped me into the glider chair in the room, which was MUCH more comfortable for my contractions, but I was really getting scared that without any rest, I would not be able to actually push when the time came. Because of my experience with Roxanne, I was just terrified that I would end up pushing for hours again. I was afraid to get an epidural because I thought it might slow things down. The midwife talked me through everything, and assured me that things were moving fast enough that a C-section was really not on the table, and that she didn't think an epidural would slow things down at all. After a particularly awful contraction, I opted to get the epidural. I think they placed it sometime around 4:30am, and I immediately fell asleep.
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<br />I woke up at 6:30am feeling a lot of pressure and discomfort. I felt like it had to be time to push, but the midwife had promised to be back at 7am, so I tried to just wait it out. I woke Justin up with my laboring, and asked him to start calling people. He was really out of it, but called people and told them he thought they might want to head to the hospital if they were coming. He didn't understand that I thought it was going to be any minute, but when he talked to my mom (who had Roxanne) I tried to make it clear that I wanted them to come ASAP. By about 7:10, my midwife still wasn't there, but I was REALLY uncomfortable. I felt the urge to push very strongly, and when the nurse came in and saw me, she said she'd get the midwife immediately. She did, and the midwife agreed that I was ready. Everyone got assembled and got things ready, and I started pushing. The midwife suggested I lay on my side, which was a million times better than laying on my back. After a few rounds of pushes, I was feeling frustrated and kept saying "I feel like I'm not doing anything!" but everyone did the usual reassuring that I was doing great. About 20 minutes into pushing, the midwife yelled, "look down! look down!" and I looked down to see Nadine being laid on my chest. They told us she was a girl, and Justin and I were both happy beyond words. She had lots of dark hair, and looked just like baby Roxanne.
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<br />The midwife told me that Nadine was bigger than she had previously thought. And the nurse who was going to weigh her guestimated that Nadine was a "hot 8." I'm kind of in love with that phrase... In the end, she was 8 pounds 12 ounces and 20.5 inches. A big girl! I'm so glad that she decided to arrive when she did, since another week or so could have ended in a very different birth situation. Everything seemed to happen exactly as it was supposed to, and we couldn't be happier with our new baby girl. We are a lucky family.
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<br />adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-50426400632584673772011-07-28T20:46:00.003-04:002011-07-28T21:14:55.085-04:0036.5 week check-up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQukpkHJHKsmvKGeI81RmnlgwwHldQ6rJbQPRYtRVn8e1h0nrr1ZbUGxKiIQD2tWAFZz0mAtPm3UEJwINIxJTzJqkVgnbfyw0yRUiZnKaBezSP9u7-6QU-JXsQ0vmDPWvc4FGcu8q3l8g/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQukpkHJHKsmvKGeI81RmnlgwwHldQ6rJbQPRYtRVn8e1h0nrr1ZbUGxKiIQD2tWAFZz0mAtPm3UEJwINIxJTzJqkVgnbfyw0yRUiZnKaBezSP9u7-6QU-JXsQ0vmDPWvc4FGcu8q3l8g/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634570378752741490" border="0" /></a>Here's my woefully unflattering 35/36 week photo. Although if I do say so myself, Roxanne looks adorable. This photo was taken on Saturday, and I hit 36 weeks on Monday. Just to give you an idea... :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQhyphenhyphenARdLzhbMTo1sPPJ1QOjuY9V9qV9I_shF47FiwMab8e4-ERqq9G10nfZc5WR2xg-NScpBP1IcugadWJAfGsC4t7iMrqHQBgeCJjk6u2lSflAOUA2wD2givnv7F7d6lL2Ijh4789tc/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQhyphenhyphenARdLzhbMTo1sPPJ1QOjuY9V9qV9I_shF47FiwMab8e4-ERqq9G10nfZc5WR2xg-NScpBP1IcugadWJAfGsC4t7iMrqHQBgeCJjk6u2lSflAOUA2wD2givnv7F7d6lL2Ijh4789tc/s400/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634570384398913602" border="0" /></a>Here's a sequence of photos I took of Roxanne in the "atrium" at Northside while we were waiting for our "family tour" on Sunday. We got to visit different areas of the labor and delivery/recovery/nursery parts of the hospital. It was very very educational. Northside is definitely very different from Piedmont. Even if just in terms of sheer size. There are so many floors dedicated to babies and mommies! It also made it all much much more real. It won't be long before we are in that hospital with a new baby. Some big differences between here and Piedmont. They don't put any cap on how many people are in your room during labor. No children other than siblings are allowed to visit once you move to a recovery room. Which is sad, since we have lots of beautiful cousins and friends we'd like for the baby to meet right away. Sigh. They encourage rooming in as much as possible, and keep your baby with you much more than Piedmont did. So good things! The guide also mentioned in passing that if we have an emergency where we have to get to the hospital in the middle of the night and bring Roxanne, they will help keep that under control. It's not their preference, but they assured us they are a "family hospital." <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sWKNcIFMN-nX-4xqhxTuP2Yf8ETJYrDmZLvGGhyphenhyphenk2uINF-l3ZXHIWk8t-NlJdaO3wmpjY1UcBlkTsRm2d_TSmwYJBgRPgNUDP4am50eLEjZno8I8kKB5lVMaGGc2EwkHbIiY-Yl0ROU/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sWKNcIFMN-nX-4xqhxTuP2Yf8ETJYrDmZLvGGhyphenhyphenk2uINF-l3ZXHIWk8t-NlJdaO3wmpjY1UcBlkTsRm2d_TSmwYJBgRPgNUDP4am50eLEjZno8I8kKB5lVMaGGc2EwkHbIiY-Yl0ROU/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634570382890450946" border="0" /></a>As you can see, Roxanne has a bandage on her right hand. She burned her finger/knuckle on the grill the other night. We didn't take her to the hospital (maybe we should have?) but we've been keeping it clean and Neosporin-ed up, and it's healing beautifully. But she loves talking about it. Her favorite part? Telling people that it was an accident, but that Daddy wasn't paying attention. Oops.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQukpkHJHKsmvKGeI81RmnlgwwHldQ6rJbQPRYtRVn8e1h0nrr1ZbUGxKiIQD2tWAFZz0mAtPm3UEJwINIxJTzJqkVgnbfyw0yRUiZnKaBezSP9u7-6QU-JXsQ0vmDPWvc4FGcu8q3l8g/s1600/011.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7brqJrcTgz7GsN4NXZdW02Tu7uc5G7utRhyphenhyphen8oVXsTkFiMQMlvyf9n_bIgdzBof55kCrhNRBH241zMXoTrAxCYwqPa5Rp7H83aR35K3IIVgBI1LKETfdAIiB4b4R4CnCBi-hA5sCzrJ60/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7brqJrcTgz7GsN4NXZdW02Tu7uc5G7utRhyphenhyphen8oVXsTkFiMQMlvyf9n_bIgdzBof55kCrhNRBH241zMXoTrAxCYwqPa5Rp7H83aR35K3IIVgBI1LKETfdAIiB4b4R4CnCBi-hA5sCzrJ60/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634570386872739826" border="0" /></a>She likes her shirt that I made. The top itself is a super cute hand-me-down from my sister, and I got these flocked iron-on letters from Michael's. I've been looking for cool "big sister" shirts for a while, but no luck. This one will do. :)<br /><br />So, today I had my check-up with the midwife. I'm about 36.5 weeks. I'm measuring 37.5 weeks, but I've been measuring about a week ahead for a while now, so no big news there. Heart rate sounds good, and measured at 141 beats per minute. I'm convinced this baby is a girl... I also asked the midwife to check me, and she reported that I'm currently 2cm dilated and 50% effaced. I'm very much hoping that it's an indicator that I'll go into labor in the next week or two, and maybe avoid an induction on or around 8/15. I'm having a few other symptoms of early labor, so fingers crossed it will be sooner rather than later. Of course, I'm probably jinxing myself... Either way, I've got one more week of work, and my next midwife appointment will be early next Friday. But to be on the safe side, I think I should probably go ahead and pack the hospital bag. I can't believe it's time to do that! It's crazy how things move so fast even when they feel like they are crawling... I'm also done with my summer semester, which is really a big relief. Unfortunately, I don't have much energy to do all the cleaning, etc. I need to be doing. On the upside, we've been getting in some extra pool time after work, and it's wonderful for all of us. De-stressing and de-swelling. Perfect!<br /><br />I apologize if that entire thing was incoherent. I'm really sleepy. All the time... It's like I have mono. Or a giant baby in my belly...adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-11513866610952616962011-07-17T15:33:00.002-04:002011-07-17T15:41:25.483-04:0034/35 weeksI had my midwife appointment last Friday. It was short, and not much news, but the nice part was that the midwife let Roxanne "help" a lot. It was very cute. She got to stand up on a stool and help with the doppler and help measure my belly. So cute! I'm still measuring large, but at the same proportion as last time, so the ultrasound results should still stand, putting the baby in the 62nd percentile for size. She didn't mention anything about another ultrasound, just that "we'll have to make an executive decision at some point" about the c-section versus not. I go back in two weeks.<br /> I'm feeling OK. Just trying to wrap up about a billion things while also keeping my feet up as much as possible. The swelling in my feet and hands is starting to be obtrusive, in part because of the heat I think. I need to be drinking more water, but it's rough! Having to run to the bathroom every five seconds is trying enough, but when you add extra water, I might as well just stay within five feet of a restroom at ALL times. The baby's room is coming along well. I'm going to post photos on the house blog, but here's a few shots of the room, just for fun.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVxBTGfywcKFloDjObrHXdaENv4Xx372d0pq-gzPjP4U_-Hf6n4BHqqBJXVZLhGmjlTGfSCRKk_aJ7dbMkM5MMJVK4LNnNXfsBsnTiDKZcvhWJLp4AfVrLGTc_3akw0qdI7iaA7oFyzg/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVxBTGfywcKFloDjObrHXdaENv4Xx372d0pq-gzPjP4U_-Hf6n4BHqqBJXVZLhGmjlTGfSCRKk_aJ7dbMkM5MMJVK4LNnNXfsBsnTiDKZcvhWJLp4AfVrLGTc_3akw0qdI7iaA7oFyzg/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408457881418002" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCPMyUIZN8Fc-0gvAiYRMj6nEPOHsXw9zXRRzJn2HeowKibum4lE-a164wM9uUIF2uD9kIY4uLcxru-LhMPbe6z-m2B1Po4p08PxJUdig05HqyfVV9aJJOUo8z3_TyfBBwLWGkHqmKq0/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCPMyUIZN8Fc-0gvAiYRMj6nEPOHsXw9zXRRzJn2HeowKibum4lE-a164wM9uUIF2uD9kIY4uLcxru-LhMPbe6z-m2B1Po4p08PxJUdig05HqyfVV9aJJOUo8z3_TyfBBwLWGkHqmKq0/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408462697839090" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsTffjAB3OxyeGBJiVQwqEC4HRMHHOfVuHyo9dznyb_dbHUNErbGEqzTnGFGnBCb4hI7moCRrxD7s_7IUWGgIXfAmTErV-0mW950gxTM7dwXP7BFCclyLH503jvcaYLmKvNcGl7d2YlM/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsTffjAB3OxyeGBJiVQwqEC4HRMHHOfVuHyo9dznyb_dbHUNErbGEqzTnGFGnBCb4hI7moCRrxD7s_7IUWGgIXfAmTErV-0mW950gxTM7dwXP7BFCclyLH503jvcaYLmKvNcGl7d2YlM/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630408455485539378" border="0" /></a>adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-52645204548286720772011-07-06T20:38:00.002-04:002011-07-06T20:43:30.492-04:00Some Roxanne photos...OK, so I still can't find my camera charger, but my bosses have the same one, so I charged the battery at work. I asked Justin to take a few pictures of Roxanne in her dress up clothes while I was in class last night, since she almost always puts on one princess dress or another once she gets home. These were on the camera once I checked it after class.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwqxs6sC4FiaI74Su2SMBR8obQ-qQOGlsmYzosWeIB8iZ5lmPFhvV6D-A9FX0_VD81AsZRGqSUncjI3lpeXMiyDJYmjB8lyD0CrnkrwObOWpgRzFn699Gs5jdXZjH6V4mD_1bLMsz7uA/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwqxs6sC4FiaI74Su2SMBR8obQ-qQOGlsmYzosWeIB8iZ5lmPFhvV6D-A9FX0_VD81AsZRGqSUncjI3lpeXMiyDJYmjB8lyD0CrnkrwObOWpgRzFn699Gs5jdXZjH6V4mD_1bLMsz7uA/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626403677696390370" border="0" /></a>Here's a portrait of Justin by Roxanne. She loves taking pictures these days. I find this one particularly awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AzdABlEKdJ_ygfFi1mqyZj0KM7kpY0utYMQFZWOKaE5Os6Fl2xkzxCkPORc6BJbdQMjJzmbp2WkFaBefcZENzBtcrTAG5S031vbU9O8PhtJjOfCg2STED9qKAPU_GK4pIlkHcoZUVrQ/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AzdABlEKdJ_ygfFi1mqyZj0KM7kpY0utYMQFZWOKaE5Os6Fl2xkzxCkPORc6BJbdQMjJzmbp2WkFaBefcZENzBtcrTAG5S031vbU9O8PhtJjOfCg2STED9qKAPU_GK4pIlkHcoZUVrQ/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626403669532362818" border="0" /></a>Here she is in her Belle dress, with the addition of fairy wings. How can one make a princess even better? Add wings. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXDlyEeNRLfHIalHi1USJ5vEFZa2G8rh0mBk2z33Eais86q7nYUh4R7n6KNXcd60T8tknlEVx47ebgPzwz5W4upJa0_JbpcjWP6f7rHmRrguxpClQag58SzsPl9VDx7ryfQWH3AmGquA/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXDlyEeNRLfHIalHi1USJ5vEFZa2G8rh0mBk2z33Eais86q7nYUh4R7n6KNXcd60T8tknlEVx47ebgPzwz5W4upJa0_JbpcjWP6f7rHmRrguxpClQag58SzsPl9VDx7ryfQWH3AmGquA/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626403661466917698" border="0" /></a>Yeah, she really really really likes pretending to be a princess these days. Can you tell?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-OLbYRAFoIqeApd-keTLZf-iiFc4i-ojwaKMTiGaWo4S4UvpHksGCbWp3ARRSeOKv2Y9DIFhG8LBKAwvftKRxLPLk7fVmg8gzgLJpxz3bJ_mqG1WL4swoUqzfytFTuOiOdBcAUHHl_A/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-OLbYRAFoIqeApd-keTLZf-iiFc4i-ojwaKMTiGaWo4S4UvpHksGCbWp3ARRSeOKv2Y9DIFhG8LBKAwvftKRxLPLk7fVmg8gzgLJpxz3bJ_mqG1WL4swoUqzfytFTuOiOdBcAUHHl_A/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626403690594672082" border="0" /></a>She's also become a big fan of making weird hand gestures in photos. She's like a frat boy making some kind of secret hand gesture every time we get the camera pointed at her. Except hers have no relation to the Greek alphabet.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-26663200356566203582011-07-04T23:35:00.003-04:002011-07-05T00:07:57.907-04:00Happy Fourth of (rainy) July!I hope you all have had a nicer fourth than we did. Well, that's not true. Ours was nice, but not what we planned, thanks to all the storming. We went to our neighborhood pool party, which was surprisingly fun. It was a pot luck, and I brought some baked squash and zucchini, which I promise didn't taste like a wintery dish. They are both in season right now, so the Farmer's Market had a lovely selection of them. Anyways, we had a nice time at the pool, but after we finished eating, it started thundering and the lifeguards made everyone get out. It seemed like things were only getting worse storm-wise, so we ducked out and went home. Roxanne and I napped while Justin mowed the lawn... We ventured back out later and had dinner at the new Big Tex Cantina in Decatur (yum) and tried to gauge whether or not the fireworks would be cancelled. By 9:30, it was still raining with intermittent lightning and thunder so we gave up and headed home. Roxanne got a consolation "dirt and worms" sundae at Bruster's on the way home. Late bedtime for Roxanne means tomorrow is going to be rough, but oh well. That's what holidays are about, right?<br /><br />This weekend has been nice, but it went by way too fast! We wanted to get as much done on the baby's room as possible, since we are closing in on delivery day. But more on that later... We got out the baby clothes we had saved from Roxanne, and rewashed all of the 0-12 month stuff and are in the process of putting the roughly ONE BILLION outfits into the dressers in the baby's room. The good news is that we have plenty of gender neutral stuff in 0-6 month sizes. After that it's more girl-specific and summery, which won't work too well based on the fact that this baby will be 6 months old in winter-time, and the fact that it could be a boy. Although that is highly doubtful... We also sorted baby gear, and washed carseat covers and put things in easy reach for when the baby is actually born. We are so lucky to have more room this time around, and also so lucky to have such wonderful family to share equipment with. The only thing we need to purchase for the baby is the crib, but since my aunt and uncle gave us a pack and play with a bassinet attachment, we aren't in a huge rush to get it. We've settled on the Gulliver crib from IKEA, which with a decent mattress (also IKEA) will cost under $200. It was not an easy decision to not use Roxanne's beautiful crib, but after hours and hours of research on the new crib safety standards, we decided that spending the money would be worth the peace of mind. It's never a good sign that we would actually be breaking the law if we tried to resell Roxanne's crib. Seriously. It is now illegal to try and resell any drop-side cribs. Even thrift stores, etc., are no longer allowed to. If we knew this baby wasn't going to be a climber, or would only be in the crib for a short time, we'd definitely have just used it. But considering this is at least a 3 year deal (including the time that it will be used as a toddler bed) the extra investment just seems worth it. Can you tell I still feel a little guilty? On the upside, IKEA's cribs are rated very well, and they conform to European safety standards, which are more stringent than the American ones. Phew. It's amazing how much has changed since we had Roxanne...<br /><br />As for the nursery, we got some art on the walls, and really only have three or four things left to do. I finished knitting the pouf stool I've been working on, so now I just need to find time to stitch it up and stuff it. Soon! I'm also planning to make a mobile. I've been looking around online and I think I have some good plans, but we'll see. A big "to do" is to replace the light fixture in there. There is currently a rather rickety ceiling fan that is ugly and makes me nervous when the fan is running. I think we have a fixture we could use in basement (bought when we moved in but never installed). I'm just not sure how I'll get my 8 month pregnant self hoisted up and able to balance things well enough to switch the fixture. Justin could probably do it if I walked him through it, but I know he doesn't like dealing with the electrical stuff. Maybe we'll just call in some friends to help... :) I did finally finish the curtains this weekend though. I'd take photos, but even though I finally got our camera to work again, I now can't find the battery charger. Sigh. Trust me, the room is coming along, and looking cute. But if anyone has any leads on where to find CHEAP but large storage bins for toys, please let me know. That's one thing I haven't been able to find.<br /><br />For the baby update: I had my ultrasound last Friday. Justin came, but it was a little anticlimactic, since we didn't really get to see much of baby bumblebee. We saw the top of the head and the heartbeat, but no face, no little feet, etc. And we certainly didn't get any fun pictures to take home! Oh well. I guess getting an ultrasound to determine the baby's size is probably not the time that they do all the fun stuff. As far as that goes, they estimate the baby to be around 5 pounds 5 ounces, which puts the baby in about the 65th percentile, which is great! After that I had a good visit with Judy, the most senior midwife at my practice, who I *really hope* will deliver the baby. She is very straightforward and doesn't sugar coat things, which can be hurtful sometimes, but she definitely knows what she's talking about. She said that I've done very well with my weight gain so far (I'm up about ten pounds since I got pregnant) and that might be helping with the baby being more "average" for weight. The downside is shoulder dystocia is apparently VERY hard to predict and can happen even in second or third deliveries, and even with smaller babies. So, for now, her proposed course of action for delivery is to schedule an induction for 39 weeks if I don't go into labor on my own before then, and go ahead and have a doctor on call in case I end up needing a C-section. If they schedule the induction, she said they will watch very closely for ANY kind of slow downs at any point in the labor. If any slow downs occur, they will proceed with a C-section, under the assumption that the slow down could be related to shoulder dystocia. I trust her judgement on things, in part because she is currently researching shoulder dystocia extensively because she's helping to defend a midwife who was involved in a "bad case of shoulder dystocia." I found out after Roxanne's birth that shoulder dystocia is apparently a big source of liability lawsuits for midwives and OBGYNs. It does surprise me a little, since shoulder dystocia only happens in about 1% of births.<br /><br />Here's me at 33 weeks:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KNBa7I5_HAj2h7NSg6skDsZd-EVpL5fRFeu69WpMo_F_Xfif-_90oHdHv-OWZ9w5XxmzUGc756U4p2mgMhvwkcnhq79z9iC4aJGriS3F_qOh8BHMjHNoaerShANmRZfGDSg3dNtnC2A/s1600/33+weeks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KNBa7I5_HAj2h7NSg6skDsZd-EVpL5fRFeu69WpMo_F_Xfif-_90oHdHv-OWZ9w5XxmzUGc756U4p2mgMhvwkcnhq79z9iC4aJGriS3F_qOh8BHMjHNoaerShANmRZfGDSg3dNtnC2A/s400/33+weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625713988413632066" border="0" /></a>On an unrelated note, Roxanne has been telling me often that she is "so excited about the new baby." She has been playing pretend babies very very often the last month or so, too. Poor kid, I hope she feels that way in two months when she isn't getting as much attention anymore... She loves putting baby dolls or stuffed animals (also called babies) under her dress and then having them "come out" even though she tells me she doesn't know how they got in there. She tells me she has lots of babies in her belly and they kick her all the time. And she reminds Justin often: "You don't have a baby in your belly, Daddy, you just ate a lot of food." Poor Justin. He really doesn't have a belly though. Honest. He's as trim as ever. She basically talks non-stop these days (what's new?) and has started really showing her social inclinations. She wants to talk to everyone. She waves at strangers on the sidewalks and if they wave back, she tells me she made a new friend that she's never seen before. We've been gently trying to introduce the whole "stranger danger" concept, but I think it's not sticking at all. She wants to talk to anyone and everyone. I think she's going to really like starting pre-school in September. And let's hope that having a sibling around will help a little, too!adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-74399743341279689212011-06-26T21:03:00.004-04:002011-06-26T21:24:23.717-04:0032 Weeks TomorrowSo, this Friday we are going back to the special ultrasound place to have another "photoshoot" with baby bumblebee. At my appointment two Fridays ago, my belly measured large, which I find frustrating since I'm still only about 8 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight, but oh well. The midwife had originally said we should do an ultrasound at 36 weeks, but after the measurement, she decided to do it at 32/33 instead. Justin came with me for that last appointment, so it was nice to have a second set of ears to listen to the advice and procedures we have ahead of us. Basically, if the baby looks to be very large at the ultrasound, we'll likely be headed towards a C-section, but she also mentioned the possibility of having another ultrasound at 38 or so weeks, so we'll see. Other than that, things are pretty OK with pregnancy stuff. I get sore and swollen and uncomfortable by the end of the day and the Braxton Hicks contractions sometimes freak me out, but I know it could be much worse. Chasing 3 kids all day and then taking night classes twice a week is not ideal at 8 months pregnant (especially in this Georgia heat) but I thank my lucky stars every day that it's doable. I don't know what we would do if I had been put on bed rest, and as always, I'm very very appreciative that I'm in the home stretch and we will be having a sibling for Roxanne soon!<br /><br />We have a LOT to do before baby comes, but I'm just not feeling panicked yet. I think having to focus so much on work and school makes it hard to think about the hospital tour and getting the baby's room all done, but I'm sure part of it is also just that this is our second baby. I know that in reality, the baby won't be sleeping in his or her room for a little while, so I can finish up some of these projects while I'm on leave. I'm planning to take a week off before my due date and then 8 weeks after the baby is born. So 9 weeks total. I'm also taking the semester off of school, although I'll still be registered for "thesis research" hours, which imply independent study and don't require any classroom time or graded materials. I'm hoping I can get lots of reading done for my thesis, and maybe even have a prospectus written by the end of leave. That would be amazing!<br /><br />Roxanne is getting fairly excited about the baby, although I know it's still pretty abstract to her. She usually says she wants a sister, and she often wants to buy things like tiny tutus for it when we are out shopping. She has been playing with her baby dolls a lot more, and tells me she is a good big sister to them, and that her dollies can be "friend babies" for baby bumblebee. She also often puts the babies under her dress and then they "come out" and she takes care of them. She "nurses" them, but apparently that takes place through her knee. She is very curious about all of that stuff, and I'm sure it will get more intense once the baby comes, but I'm not worried about it. She usually asks funny questions of the midwife, like "is the baby going to come out through a door in Mommy's tummy?" or she asks me and Justin: "Have you ever heard of the name ___" complete with some really really weird combination of sounds. Although she has suggested "Felicia" several times lately, because she says it sounds like a flower. She will sometimes ask, "don't you love that name? Can we name the baby that?" and Justin and I always tell her we'll put it on the list of choices for the baby's name. Usually she is fine with that answer, but sometimes, she'll push and want to know why we won't just go ahead and pick that name as the baby's name. She spent close to a week pushing a name that sounded like "awful-cough" and still sometimes brings it up every once in a while. She definitely means well, and it's hard to tell her no!<br /><br />Oh, and I'm sorry for the lack of photos. Our camera has been acting up a lot lately, giving this "lens error" thing and then shutting itself down, and from what I've read online, it is something we can keep temporarily fixing by banging it into things (I have not resorted to this yet...) or blowing out the lens cap until I feel woozy, and doing a little bit of rough handling with the lens as it comes in and out. But the bad news is that this seems to be usually a sign that the camera is on it's way to dying. Considering we've had it almost four and a half years, I guess we shouldn't be surprised. It was not a super fancy camera to begin with. Just like our Mazda, which is also breaking over and over and bleeding us dry, there is no money for a replacement right now. Here's hoping the special tricks keep working on this thing for a while. Or else we'll be taking baby photos on my Blackberry. :)<br /><br />Oh, and just for fun, here's my 30 weeks pregnant photo at our old apartment when I was pregnant with Roxanne.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKELgNpiIa1HS1vxyf4AP4n-ZMgCTG6ApvZBFv2hYvYJUgKB37hbi0ugt_2mgh6FqJYFsdCByuVLIU-bjlqsoQTh9R0dC83j5-HtLxr4RqxigK_rYu1_zi4NvehgKGnOORekM664gkVYY/s1600/30+weeks+with+Roxanne.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKELgNpiIa1HS1vxyf4AP4n-ZMgCTG6ApvZBFv2hYvYJUgKB37hbi0ugt_2mgh6FqJYFsdCByuVLIU-bjlqsoQTh9R0dC83j5-HtLxr4RqxigK_rYu1_zi4NvehgKGnOORekM664gkVYY/s400/30+weeks+with+Roxanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622703520689232130" border="0" /></a>And here's me at 30 weeks with baby bumblebee. I guess my belly does look bigger... I guess I'm just confused because I always have been told that your belly is always bigger faster with your second baby. Better safe than sorry, I guess!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5GrdoRArxPW91K8qx-GPygW2XGO91Ucm5W4uCyO-jnlhZexvl4fpJXTIDs3VLnhdG4jCG7dKwBwOvaWonL8IwTZZmNf-K7wWKUz6bfffSj4sAV6d_LEayODfP9Qv37tVMTH0OfpN2JI/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5GrdoRArxPW91K8qx-GPygW2XGO91Ucm5W4uCyO-jnlhZexvl4fpJXTIDs3VLnhdG4jCG7dKwBwOvaWonL8IwTZZmNf-K7wWKUz6bfffSj4sAV6d_LEayODfP9Qv37tVMTH0OfpN2JI/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622704187337440530" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJXBVDkQ7JsACvimhyphenhyphensndMOaiWrJUVLX7_Gq5Z97w8oOMYUvxtDf6E2v4gxszRtP3Qvy1NuzT6zX-E11bMDYP6GVzPdDPhimot0ikuyBod4PJyzbNFYJlZO0hRCl5GaEtlG9lIcoalKs/s1600/001.JPG"><br /></a>adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-59717981287308728262011-06-07T22:44:00.003-04:002011-06-07T22:58:16.833-04:00Baby Bumblebee Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfLglYnZizfOwVIczfHrooeqTF-PfmAFDGmuZ-cMgrVbyvFgt6RbmkXOEfc-q5FkDAYVyeFxWmKg930EjK6VXW7LUq1Q0S91Dns4PzlCVZko9GhlETv5v611oa7MlDtISC5lXM6VV7uE/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfLglYnZizfOwVIczfHrooeqTF-PfmAFDGmuZ-cMgrVbyvFgt6RbmkXOEfc-q5FkDAYVyeFxWmKg930EjK6VXW7LUq1Q0S91Dns4PzlCVZko9GhlETv5v611oa7MlDtISC5lXM6VV7uE/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615674429229095234" border="0" /></a>So here's my belly tonight. And my exhausted face after a day of work and a night of class... I am 29 weeks pregnant as of yesterday. I seriously thought I was 30, but after double checking in a half-hearted way, I guess it's actually 29... I have NO idea how I lost track of such an obvious thing, but I do remember that happening with Roxanne sometimes, too. I haven't been as good this time around about taking weekly photos (close to it though) or posting on the blog, so I have less occasion to "announce" or record things. I can say with certainty that I'm now on the every 2 weeks schedule for midwife visits. Once I'm 36 weeks, it will be weekly. Ugh. I had my last appointment last Friday, and my next one will be next Friday. Last week I had my second gestational diabetes screen, and I found out today that I passed! I'm very relieved, since it looked like I might not based on my borderline results from the first test. I also talked to the midwife about my due date and the shoulder dystocia/giant baby concerns. She told me that they would not let me go past 39 weeks, so I will either be induced or have a C-section by then. They will have me do a late ultrasound probably around 36 weeks to check on the size of the baby, and that will dictate a lot of the decisions about delivery. I'm sincerely hoping the baby looks to be a smaller size than Roxanne, and based on the fact that I've been measuring "on track" for where I am in the pregnancy, I think maybe I have room to hope...? I feel pretty sure that with Roxanne I was always measuring ahead. I've also gained about 5 pounds to date this pregnancy, although the weight gain has picked up and I'm having more trouble keeping it off. Partly because I'm starting to have some swelling, especially at the end of the day... But I swear I had cankles with Roxanne way before this point, so that has to be a good sign... The baby's heartrate was in the 140's, so not great for pin-pointing a gender, but again somewhere in the middle. Sneaky! I have to admit, in my mind, the baby is a girl. It just seems more likely. I'd be perfectly happy to eat those words, though! We'd be happy with either. I'm just hoping for a healthy baby. I'm still so relieved we've gotten this far. We feel very lucky. :)adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-49113509665411281852011-05-31T21:58:00.006-04:002011-05-31T22:20:18.589-04:00Memorial Day Beach TripI'm sorry for the radio silence. I've been taking a Maymester class, which is an entire semester smashed into 3 weeks. Blergh. But it's over! My final was tonight, so I have a whole four days or so before my next semester starts up next Tuesday. This one coming up is going to be AWFUL. The syllabus is the stuff of nightmares... But I'll get through it. I'll be taking a nine week maternity leave starting on August 15, the week before my due date. I think that will be a really nice break. Back to the point; we just got back last night from a short trip to St. Simons Island. We had a great time, and got to meet up some with my sister and her family and my mom and stepdad and half-sister, too. We had lots of fun adventures on St. Simons and Jekyll Island, and it all went by too fast. I did remember to take some photos, although I fully admit I forgot the camera SEVERAL times. Blame pregnancy brain... Also, the photos are in reverse chronological order. The beach photos are all from Jekyll Island, where we had a nice visit to the Sea Turtle Hospital (as Roxanne calls it) again, and Roxanne was excited to show Justin. Then we went to Driftwood Beach at Jekyll, with all the giant, gorgeous driftwood trees. The beach there is lovely, but the part we were on faced an inlet, so not many waves and the water was really silty. Still nice though. The pier photos are from St. Simons. I'm telling you, I dropped the ball on the camera thing, so you'll just have to imagine all the cute images of Roxanne playing in the ocean and pool with her cousins. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwWqgtuY-qRFpfGWXofDuQwc-N6cPVGXIY_xQkYElzimkubzjRvDjN_hTk5rxIektnsqVmBGbHDNMUSnLvX4q5Ni731rFNxrSb17MUbTO2JxG2VVqiOawRsXvi2527jumoInI7x0zN3k/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613066991382703170" border="0" /></a>adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-4116335707635795342011-05-08T22:03:00.002-04:002011-05-08T22:24:24.059-04:00The little bossWhew, Roxanne is getting to be a sassy kid. I keep reading about how 3-year-olds go through tough phases, and yeah. Don't get me wrong, she's still awesome, just a little more challenging. She's always had such strong opinions, but now she is almost impossible to deter on things because she can take matters into her own hands. She's extremely independent, and doesn't want you to do much for her. She wants to climb into the car, buckle herself into her carseat, pick out her own clothes, put on what she can figure out on her own (before dissolving into a fit when she can't totally succeed on her own...) and definitely get her shoes on by herself. Basically, anything that she is physically capable of doing by herself, she wants to do by herself. In some ways, it's definitely nice, but in others, it gets old. Like when you are in a hurry and you just want to buckle her in and not wait for her to fiddle with her whatever six toys she's brought into the car, or buckle her babydoll into Ben's carseat (if he's not in the car), etc. etc. before buckling herself. She's always had strong opinions about the radio in the car, and wants the volume up to her liking, but now she's starting to (try) and pick the station, too. She likes the station we often listen to, which is an indie rock/college radio type XM station, but she will sometimes ask for "Fifties on Five," which she asks for just like that. And some days she's very patient about listening to NPR with me in the mornings or evenings, but other times she'll demand "music please! I don't want to listen to the news." Fair enough...<br /><br />She's getting back into playing with baby dolls, which had been thrown over for playing with tiny Hello Kitty statues and Squinkies and Calico Critters. She still loves the little things, but now she wants to feed her babies, and change their clothes, and talk about their diapers. I'm not sure if it was brought on by talk about Baby Bumblebee, but I think it's cute. We talk about the baby kind of a lot, just in terms of trying to talk about how much the baby is going to love Roxanne and want to play with her. She has plenty of experience through my job about how much babies cry and require attention, so I'm actually not all that worried about that aspect. I think she'll adjust to sharing me fairly well since she already does every day with a baby and another toddler, but I do worry sometimes about her jealousy with Justin. They have gotten so close now that he has nights during the week of just the two of them. I worry that fall semester especially will be rough. I'll have class two nights a week, and the semester starts on my due date. So Justin will be at home with a brand brand new baby and Roxanne by himself. On the upside, I'm basically only taking one class, and it's shorter, so even though it's two nights a week, I'll be done and home before 9, whereas I usually am not home until after 10 twice a week. I'm sure they'll figure it out, but I hope it won't be too rough on them both! I've been trying to do plenty of reading about helping toddlers transition to having a sibling, etc., and I'm hoping that since she'll be 3.5, she'll be able to handle it fairly maturely. At least not too violently...<br /><br />In other Roxanne news, she's still obsessed with writing and painting and drawing. She is very into letters and spelling. She loves "Super Why" on PBS Kids, and will often pretend to be "Princess P" from the show. I've been trying to scale her back on TV that isn't educational in an outright way, and keep her mostly watching PBS shows. She seems totally fine with that. She always wants to talk about different letters and what words start with them. I make letter color sheets for her so she can practice tracing the letters, and she definitely likes to. I don't hawk over her and monitor what she's doing, and it's all very laid back. I'm nervous about teaching her to write because she's left-handed. I have been reading about lefty toddlers, and it sounds like you have to be careful not to try and teach them writing the same way you would a righty. Sounds silly, but looking at the research, it totally makes sense. I'm trying to find a good book/workbook to help educate me and Justin about how to help Roxanne as she's learning to write. I keep reading that if you force them into righty habits in writing, they will often hit a point in school where they lag behind in writing skills. For now, we're trying to encourage her to keep practicing writing and learning the sounds letters make, but not in a scary, or even school type way. I'm a firm believer in the concept that just because a toddler <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> read or write does not mean that they should. But I love it when she asks me "Does "B" start with "Baby Bumblebee?" She always phrases that backwards. It's so cute.<br /><br />Sorry for no photos this time! I've been bad about taking any...adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-31492726157293461282011-05-01T18:26:00.006-04:002011-05-01T18:56:06.182-04:00Roxanne photos!I'm way way way behind on photo sharing. So please bear with me. I am starting with the oldest photos first. We've been so busy lately, and I've been spending a TON of time on schoolwork. We're still doing fun stuff on the weekends, I just haven't had time to blog about it! And about half of our events have gone un-photographed (for various reasons I won't bore you with explanations of). We have no Easter photos, or photos from our mini-family reunion with some of my Dad's side of the family. But they were both fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrhpmb50ziUB1Tjo99S3De3VOYW61EIl0TD5_2y7eBvreGea4ivyvQvwSmeha0Hbm_nlONTevLLrsORrIdgh2DjWFwwuR4SIUMzw29TIW7R7TdkKj1Hz8VyyIL3E_PvnOmcFAbWP9PwM/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrhpmb50ziUB1Tjo99S3De3VOYW61EIl0TD5_2y7eBvreGea4ivyvQvwSmeha0Hbm_nlONTevLLrsORrIdgh2DjWFwwuR4SIUMzw29TIW7R7TdkKj1Hz8VyyIL3E_PvnOmcFAbWP9PwM/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601881563169132018" border="0" /></a>Pony ride at Little Creek Farm in Decatur. Sorry about the blurry photos. It was super dark in the barn, and our camera just isn't fancy enough to compensate. Roxanne LOVES pony rides though. Oh, and this is not really a pony. It's a horse. A big one. But Roxanne didn't mind. Grandpa Jim was here for this, too. Roxanne had a good time waving to him and me and Justin as she went around.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gq9BqRMuNxghLULO1coV2mwqg-4feB5OTeKBS34FxT0kjUAb8DUwgK7RQZfq0_abUw12y03Pc52ZVwObO3GnDz386tiAgZPEo5ITr1q4x3uZHculHaOriJ-8aaJV0esntV_JGY8pRAc/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gq9BqRMuNxghLULO1coV2mwqg-4feB5OTeKBS34FxT0kjUAb8DUwgK7RQZfq0_abUw12y03Pc52ZVwObO3GnDz386tiAgZPEo5ITr1q4x3uZHculHaOriJ-8aaJV0esntV_JGY8pRAc/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601881562966016178" border="0" /></a>Look how little she is on that horse! After she rode around, we walked around the farm, which is very pretty, and pet and fed some of the other horses. She still remembers you "feed them with your hand flat so they don't eat your fingers." See, I still remember a few useful things from my almost 10 years of riding horses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvdjJjHqZ_i5cwzrFfv4l5v0qenIbvD6I0yYQb8Wxbsrk7Go5uALVWiDAjVZTQiRaprlEBYxkydSR9WrOc_UJE9OpkoaihFIAP_zZZKG-yPSYyt05VEEUJChOAmpUi1FeLU49Vl4P9Dw/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvdjJjHqZ_i5cwzrFfv4l5v0qenIbvD6I0yYQb8Wxbsrk7Go5uALVWiDAjVZTQiRaprlEBYxkydSR9WrOc_UJE9OpkoaihFIAP_zZZKG-yPSYyt05VEEUJChOAmpUi1FeLU49Vl4P9Dw/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601881553870566514" border="0" /></a>I think the Mardi Gras beads are extremely appropriate in this equestrian setting. Right?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCr-9VjVJ6sIs-stb0Dr9V5Ser8w8ErHkf1mkfwgoVIHryrSz_iCyJeOch45xk8vOXFAVZu8jpEsqTPRTcPeze_NLHLKflFXHmfx3a0UhtqRuiSaysuW6xjtI17TbB_VntEq6EpDUhO8A/s1600/058.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCr-9VjVJ6sIs-stb0Dr9V5Ser8w8ErHkf1mkfwgoVIHryrSz_iCyJeOch45xk8vOXFAVZu8jpEsqTPRTcPeze_NLHLKflFXHmfx3a0UhtqRuiSaysuW6xjtI17TbB_VntEq6EpDUhO8A/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601881546740033490" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne at the Dogwood Festival at Piedmont. This was the Sunday after the pony rides, and Grandpa Jim was here for this, too. She had a BLAST on this scary jumpy thing. She kept saying she was flying like Tinkerbell. The guys operating the ride were super nice, and she kept asking them to make her go higher. They would grab her by the ankles and pull her down, and then she'd bounce super high. Terrifyingly awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUv2Gqt6uyratT5zV8b8uxT9vTOa52w72paYNXJUt7YcrJWgqb-BsJHgb7lPl75lt5TnDUG9wtAGHGGz2Uta53uT0PgLMRjUNBDQWNEKBicEl-wU3yMJ3O0xDI1rmA-wad-BuV6XyuuIw/s1600/054.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUv2Gqt6uyratT5zV8b8uxT9vTOa52w72paYNXJUt7YcrJWgqb-BsJHgb7lPl75lt5TnDUG9wtAGHGGz2Uta53uT0PgLMRjUNBDQWNEKBicEl-wU3yMJ3O0xDI1rmA-wad-BuV6XyuuIw/s400/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601881542711817746" border="0" /></a>Just like Tinkerbell...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmxgUtKQrFiHx2V30z4yVc0MT1cIzO14KNid4KXkz-QPM__8jVI0F4KknMqC0b2Q8xoF6ar9yOWwdU-0jmCTxNWA47D1IQ_2n1VR-wX4Ej7pAi5SombDf96i8k4LXFR-A1QDT_8mngeY/s1600/050.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmxgUtKQrFiHx2V30z4yVc0MT1cIzO14KNid4KXkz-QPM__8jVI0F4KknMqC0b2Q8xoF6ar9yOWwdU-0jmCTxNWA47D1IQ_2n1VR-wX4Ej7pAi5SombDf96i8k4LXFR-A1QDT_8mngeY/s400/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601880720233863346" border="0" /></a>Ready to go!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZYKhLAo4wMhfVvDN1y0cLMrChHMgGxBBWECFwO9QWmNbWMvrO3wYiaYvRDTi-WkkoE8soCwLsplJOJE1DFyo6hOAuA1EuQ-A6K3b7jp5sHgizjNXCnzMQdB66F3M-KMtHzoHIHJN96w/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZYKhLAo4wMhfVvDN1y0cLMrChHMgGxBBWECFwO9QWmNbWMvrO3wYiaYvRDTi-WkkoE8soCwLsplJOJE1DFyo6hOAuA1EuQ-A6K3b7jp5sHgizjNXCnzMQdB66F3M-KMtHzoHIHJN96w/s400/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601880712925645314" border="0" /></a>On an awesome old carousel with Justin at the Dogwood Festival. Justin's face is highly accurate, because this thing was going FAST. It made the Zoo carousel look like a baby ride. Roxanne rode it once with Grandpa Jim and once with Justin. I passed...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjArn_hSKKIgsWRnw4aZ6-00CdZs9mWYTmqA3ry7SnqkGS48rPU3V_foeR2YGpR5C85jTVvjcv1jOp1jx36oJlON7h5IEz9rzeJk5Pg5U_3nr3duXz4b0-AjRLaYL9GAgQWZVApuuSc8Lc/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjArn_hSKKIgsWRnw4aZ6-00CdZs9mWYTmqA3ry7SnqkGS48rPU3V_foeR2YGpR5C85jTVvjcv1jOp1jx36oJlON7h5IEz9rzeJk5Pg5U_3nr3duXz4b0-AjRLaYL9GAgQWZVApuuSc8Lc/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601880710591674258" border="0" /></a>Roxanne and Grandpa Jim running to the ferris wheel. She was SO disappointed that she was too short for it. But the carousel was a pretty good consolation prize.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMLz72fKVwaN6n4dVRFsH7rLojuaxxsh9yVwPhXY3AUtMhO0jrFGu9sx-3_XK7INBOJKqO5upkEK5tm19QdtvUg2NXhpgRzya_vhg2BtpLNCxLeVGvqOFQQRGNJdc4vbbFkaNf0I78OE/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMLz72fKVwaN6n4dVRFsH7rLojuaxxsh9yVwPhXY3AUtMhO0jrFGu9sx-3_XK7INBOJKqO5upkEK5tm19QdtvUg2NXhpgRzya_vhg2BtpLNCxLeVGvqOFQQRGNJdc4vbbFkaNf0I78OE/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601880704618916818" border="0" /></a>You have no idea how long it took me to convince her that she could wear a skirt and shirt (as opposed to a dress, as she was begging for). I normally don't bother trying to fight about it, but she had no dresses clean. Even though she finally put this outfit on, she told me about five times that she was going to put a dress back on as soon as we got home. Sigh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdOlyvg8EI5MGNSFFYt15gIjuX8mNB9oKxwEu3fcV819haWdTzX3D7MZv9USOeEP-dmT2MS6mQDL_UKrrdHpmUhhyrdfUcfnX4JoGv7rm4q-_Bx34NGYUI29OgjY1jYApBQt7exzfcfc/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdOlyvg8EI5MGNSFFYt15gIjuX8mNB9oKxwEu3fcV819haWdTzX3D7MZv9USOeEP-dmT2MS6mQDL_UKrrdHpmUhhyrdfUcfnX4JoGv7rm4q-_Bx34NGYUI29OgjY1jYApBQt7exzfcfc/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601880703905536578" border="0" /></a>Justin, Grandpa Jim, Roxanne, and Roxanne's belly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeID4LXkpLXygdAbtidy496ejafPyf-FMKdJ6d8mv71h4JWGfTKjj-E-r7d8JIzZ9flw0VkDW0NVUe9UmElQb1Nb5z-7TsYkNWG_QMMa_ALmyWdHU1wfcFG4hlcKMDU6wnYSGG87SStY/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeID4LXkpLXygdAbtidy496ejafPyf-FMKdJ6d8mv71h4JWGfTKjj-E-r7d8JIzZ9flw0VkDW0NVUe9UmElQb1Nb5z-7TsYkNWG_QMMa_ALmyWdHU1wfcFG4hlcKMDU6wnYSGG87SStY/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601879551231355522" border="0" /></a>Here's from yesterday at the Strawberry Festival at Washington Farms in Watkinsville. We had so much fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy90V2aEU5SUJdrJWYkM4yaCg1dufdn6KQozY9V7KfRy-Lz_B2kK574w-j8Dk9zDtDMqd1e18id21C95P7-Y5KehPCiL0yZXXw8qaY8St1ykkOqitp3sDvMBUAImSMSdQaVdpNllKwn6M/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy90V2aEU5SUJdrJWYkM4yaCg1dufdn6KQozY9V7KfRy-Lz_B2kK574w-j8Dk9zDtDMqd1e18id21C95P7-Y5KehPCiL0yZXXw8qaY8St1ykkOqitp3sDvMBUAImSMSdQaVdpNllKwn6M/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601879544912710626" border="0" /></a>Roxanne and Chloe feeding the goats.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4LcEks7BRbezry7R4ArLbPfsP_K0eYlhskwHdMHXAyzaNLCczaiYdoL9haBD0d571lxymSzTZpo9D_SEB77p6GCoumPgDZMQFM8_b8UB-2kNBQEnutH_b_iqo_M13Dsi1tlL74y521Y/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4LcEks7BRbezry7R4ArLbPfsP_K0eYlhskwHdMHXAyzaNLCczaiYdoL9haBD0d571lxymSzTZpo9D_SEB77p6GCoumPgDZMQFM8_b8UB-2kNBQEnutH_b_iqo_M13Dsi1tlL74y521Y/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601879544218168178" border="0" /></a>The cousins staring at the baby cows. They were pretty standoffish and not interested in being pet or fed like the goats. But holy cow they were cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzeevvLQsyPZIMaocA38IM2Dk8p3LGPDsXTc0g4LBekrQWKhWopeFQygkJ9iPQbJwBeRBW5a8mguPgECjyGdRJptHA1QR_7LWRKPyjYkM-N37j6KocGJGTjCvMkqc3oCpHAPWxUttmPs0/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzeevvLQsyPZIMaocA38IM2Dk8p3LGPDsXTc0g4LBekrQWKhWopeFQygkJ9iPQbJwBeRBW5a8mguPgECjyGdRJptHA1QR_7LWRKPyjYkM-N37j6KocGJGTjCvMkqc3oCpHAPWxUttmPs0/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601879538764942498" border="0" /></a>Roxanne and Chloe jammed into the same cow car on the cow train. Best recycling I've ever seen!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNMwKOxkNhf_BqBeIsx2piUNdeWqLJpyVarz3iwv6ZwmAXzxwFlgnTJOKTcbrZHGWmBSiK4nzRkbNN1528P6EKusvASe8-NliNlscUwMTPjrhi7YYW69eHuCoMubqBImwwgPeKYmrq6s/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNMwKOxkNhf_BqBeIsx2piUNdeWqLJpyVarz3iwv6ZwmAXzxwFlgnTJOKTcbrZHGWmBSiK4nzRkbNN1528P6EKusvASe8-NliNlscUwMTPjrhi7YYW69eHuCoMubqBImwwgPeKYmrq6s/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601879535479127058" border="0" /></a>Picking strawberries!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPq3EVn-B68Tb5O6qb_pydISQaDfxaFIs2SmPACmCGdtvVi4APpnYMk4Suw1KWA6hVip5uDydfqIASOgTMj6tDSyNq9rAz8RUJi7hWejNrcDyZZTFRaqG1OYnrJC0QcDXHQR2YyAZ7L8g/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPq3EVn-B68Tb5O6qb_pydISQaDfxaFIs2SmPACmCGdtvVi4APpnYMk4Suw1KWA6hVip5uDydfqIASOgTMj6tDSyNq9rAz8RUJi7hWejNrcDyZZTFRaqG1OYnrJC0QcDXHQR2YyAZ7L8g/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601878616139104930" border="0" /></a>Justin trying to help Roxanne pick good ones. She was basically only looking for the flowers...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLjc75Ba05cWZHIePe7SHLx9TdP2BXkaPd5Q3RuIcPqcc87FRfKLbpXvs_mLxi1rAabYPIRW4UYhd3kYfr3oOVbMSbpjdnVB2Xpns6IQs6eDsFKaH4RGHfy2h7vgHmd3BOjTYLq23SuU/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLjc75Ba05cWZHIePe7SHLx9TdP2BXkaPd5Q3RuIcPqcc87FRfKLbpXvs_mLxi1rAabYPIRW4UYhd3kYfr3oOVbMSbpjdnVB2Xpns6IQs6eDsFKaH4RGHfy2h7vgHmd3BOjTYLq23SuU/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601878611864038578" border="0" /></a>"I'll pick it, Daddy!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADeQzlAtemqi0Hz0xGfh8HkIechkBWZXbazN98BcwKKdoVv2unU6mIYoHj1yH_58145vp-wDXv2NG90WE1JsNesFxu8FGEBRboaIfr2_fWe0kD3r2XTOPBLezaE2LdP0WbbNEeBMLTrs/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADeQzlAtemqi0Hz0xGfh8HkIechkBWZXbazN98BcwKKdoVv2unU6mIYoHj1yH_58145vp-wDXv2NG90WE1JsNesFxu8FGEBRboaIfr2_fWe0kD3r2XTOPBLezaE2LdP0WbbNEeBMLTrs/s400/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601878603909747090" border="0" /></a>We weren't supposed to eat these as they were being picked, but I admit, a few were consumed. Oops.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFH5SMUhieP-Yq0qjH2sEftNT6hvWqUzkd84cVsbPi74t7WEgH1EbUzHL27aQrKo2HHSfQ23y_f4MTTK7vaHXEK0_fidFALL5gZj8jnEogEexYPlVqP_WIr47_LqyFiQjAsvnMTKFX5w/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFH5SMUhieP-Yq0qjH2sEftNT6hvWqUzkd84cVsbPi74t7WEgH1EbUzHL27aQrKo2HHSfQ23y_f4MTTK7vaHXEK0_fidFALL5gZj8jnEogEexYPlVqP_WIr47_LqyFiQjAsvnMTKFX5w/s400/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601878603512001522" border="0" /></a>Roxanne dressed up all of her "babies." Don't they look cozy?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowMH89F5Lh1rjALaP-u5L8xNPJZRL4Hbwnh0JE9bXj6yEk8MfzLkj83ZvR7RY3Bu3DgHpbz20ax6xe2u5fqRh4WHhUXvlh1GFLbyAEAAJN_S4cOkCK3t7349I5io_NfU0gTD05oMG2pE/s1600/077.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowMH89F5Lh1rjALaP-u5L8xNPJZRL4Hbwnh0JE9bXj6yEk8MfzLkj83ZvR7RY3Bu3DgHpbz20ax6xe2u5fqRh4WHhUXvlh1GFLbyAEAAJN_S4cOkCK3t7349I5io_NfU0gTD05oMG2pE/s400/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601878598925700386" border="0" /></a>Dressing up herself. Doesn't she look so so so old here???adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-73969368914190663832011-04-17T18:18:00.003-04:002011-04-17T18:33:14.528-04:00A very delayed Bumblebee update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3wTfRHx2huxttsm9Lbig_N6uRciNL-p9dxZubhAQKbW5tmWO05UFly1E5uZ1uC6YL1saxPrb9-nDi3GZtI3koH_KhwhEzz6fULSeeVIXwGoxsYmuupjDlGDQv-ut_ATi7kgP6NQo-as/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3wTfRHx2huxttsm9Lbig_N6uRciNL-p9dxZubhAQKbW5tmWO05UFly1E5uZ1uC6YL1saxPrb9-nDi3GZtI3koH_KhwhEzz6fULSeeVIXwGoxsYmuupjDlGDQv-ut_ATi7kgP6NQo-as/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681470592696770" border="0" /></a>Sorry, this photo is so blurry! This is the baby bump when Roxanne and I were at the beach. So, in a cheesy way, it represents Baby Bumblebee's first beach trip! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxL1cbftURW5Tzvn0cTF49IpcNxGcZM41Sjf7EWbKJirAp-Yw4Hks04suLCVKomKch9-2hw1Ilpo8_GJ2MnpJQu3_G1l89V2_PwAFVyDgY_Q8UtdVPzeHQWv3BWYzfMT3lfcrUeAfvnQ0/s1600/face.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxL1cbftURW5Tzvn0cTF49IpcNxGcZM41Sjf7EWbKJirAp-Yw4Hks04suLCVKomKch9-2hw1Ilpo8_GJ2MnpJQu3_G1l89V2_PwAFVyDgY_Q8UtdVPzeHQWv3BWYzfMT3lfcrUeAfvnQ0/s400/face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681476052665282" border="0" /></a>These ultrasound images are Baby Bumblebee's face profile. They were taken when I was 20 weeks, 4 days, and Bumblebee measured 20 weeks 1 day. I'm still hoping that I can continue not gaining weight (I still haven't gained any!) and keep the baby's weight at a good, healthy place. The Friday that I had these ultrasounds, Justin was able to come with me to the ultrasound part. That appointment was in the morning. My midwife appointment was later in the afternoon. I found out at the later appointment that even though I passed the early Gestational Diabetes screening, my blood tests were VERY close to the cut-off. So now I'm trying to follow the Gestational Diabetes diet. It's not easy but if it helps me avoid a C-section, I'm willing to do my best. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-p_P41-uBs79NrfYUTF_843bmUGuL5Lc6987wmspAiV-TXgADQZcbLTPV7r2Ao4P_kWO_iox93rdAWlB530A9cJ65s9HJj6rkPb42w5gxtvp1QpZgTfBGD0-cQTrZIKUTpA9O4RVVvs/s1600/profile.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-p_P41-uBs79NrfYUTF_843bmUGuL5Lc6987wmspAiV-TXgADQZcbLTPV7r2Ao4P_kWO_iox93rdAWlB530A9cJ65s9HJj6rkPb42w5gxtvp1QpZgTfBGD0-cQTrZIKUTpA9O4RVVvs/s400/profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681472533417762" border="0" /></a>More Bumblebee pictures! The baby looks great on the ultrasounds. He or she was 15 ounces at the time of the appointment. Everything seems to be developing normally. The baby kept pulling his or her feet and hands all up together in front of his or her face. And waving one finger in the air. Oh, and for posterity, the baby's heartbeat was 154 at the ultrasound, and 159 at the midwife appointment. These rates are MUCH higher than Roxanne's were. And higher is supposed to mean girl. Of course, you can't totally rely on that, but it definitely points to girl! Justin says he'd love a boy, but that he doesn't think it's likely. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3wTfRHx2huxttsm9Lbig_N6uRciNL-p9dxZubhAQKbW5tmWO05UFly1E5uZ1uC6YL1saxPrb9-nDi3GZtI3koH_KhwhEzz6fULSeeVIXwGoxsYmuupjDlGDQv-ut_ATi7kgP6NQo-as/s1600/007.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQ-0gzdI2Ik0Qp2aXQRa7kbfWPSpDrbiyJorBldAAMFg07cWbrGkPZsiflIfLmO46lkn_hefOZXdZqM7v_hobXw0nUyPMdiXSUccEpplslc7C5EHti_qpG5Anbc7hlmZ8o7Llh19P8_A/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQ-0gzdI2Ik0Qp2aXQRa7kbfWPSpDrbiyJorBldAAMFg07cWbrGkPZsiflIfLmO46lkn_hefOZXdZqM7v_hobXw0nUyPMdiXSUccEpplslc7C5EHti_qpG5Anbc7hlmZ8o7Llh19P8_A/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681461412383922" border="0" /></a>Here's a 21 week belly photo. Classy basement bathroom photo... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8EF1kfo_GtXHHJ3qhyVcugqEDbOi1VhydAM6htq_KhQHryRuIKw7X8QzdQca7C_QnFQrJdIZiiRTYs59caVyzTT9EqNfLrtasZlAQgQUB4ogfp8fLUg9Wl9WZ0iTOuWJ7caXDoSnagA/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8EF1kfo_GtXHHJ3qhyVcugqEDbOi1VhydAM6htq_KhQHryRuIKw7X8QzdQca7C_QnFQrJdIZiiRTYs59caVyzTT9EqNfLrtasZlAQgQUB4ogfp8fLUg9Wl9WZ0iTOuWJ7caXDoSnagA/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681461212237794" border="0" /></a>Here's from today. I'll be 22 weeks tomorrow. I know my face is sun-burned and a mess here. We went to the Dogwood Festival today with Justin's dad (much to Roxanne's delight!) and I got too much sun; in that charming way that happens when you wear sunglasses and no sunscreen. Oops.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-30705146347870206832011-04-07T01:11:00.008-04:002011-04-12T23:06:21.883-04:00The Beach! 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lY5xJbF5-iyLkoGzUCqMy7c19V_Gmkzxo2-GLeAZwvLVEx1ds2XF2uIGPpHmi3ey2Q29HEZByGsxtAzR_VHH1aXw6J32kPHo48Tcimn7ualEr4J7nCaRHotAJYFWOT23Ml1cV3Z8rp4/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594894920706964322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuhOIvmohjuerA3CHrb6Hnit8_79Zu1XZPQCGgczNj6U_HT3b0XwEkKdX-ZBfAw8E7G_g6kAlLgX6tcsBbAVhatmv0MHSKrLYQjXBom65EcfBd_JAvTlPmamSEfQ1uk07GsbdqWQM9nw/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuhOIvmohjuerA3CHrb6Hnit8_79Zu1XZPQCGgczNj6U_HT3b0XwEkKdX-ZBfAw8E7G_g6kAlLgX6tcsBbAVhatmv0MHSKrLYQjXBom65EcfBd_JAvTlPmamSEfQ1uk07GsbdqWQM9nw/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594894906959641442" border="0" /></a><br />So, the Friday before last, Roxanne and I drove to St. Simons Island for a four day vacation. We were very sad that Justin couldn't come (pregnant lady hormones=an actual tearful departure... sigh) but he is currently having the busiest month ever at work. And since I'll be taking maternity leave from work in August, I knew that I couldn't do a summer vacation unless it was when my bosses were out of town already. When they told me they were going out of town last Friday and the following Monday, I decided to just take Roxanne to the beach. Did that sentence make sense? I'm tired... Baby Bumblebee is kicking and kicking in a way that makes it hard to sleep. So I'm delirious blogging. Dangerous!<br />Back to the beach... We had a great time. There were definitely some stressful parts, since herding a 3 year old for that many days all by yourself can get old, and even more so when said 3 year old is an extremely stubborn little thing. Still, it was very very worth it. Our routine basically consisted of waking up, me letting Roxanne watch some cartoons while I tried to sleep in a little, eating some snacks for breakfast on our way to the beach, spending a few hours on the beach, heading to a restaurant for lunch, then going back to the beach until dinner. We added in some shopping and walking around the Village at St. Simons here and there, but I tried to keep the beach the main focus. Roxanne LOVES the beach. She loves playing in the sand and splashing in the water. While it was way too cold for me to swim, she had a good time splashing in the water and occasionally laying down in it.<br />On Friday, she was content to play with me and/or amuse herself, but by Saturday, she told me she was going to find a friend on the beach to play with. And sure enough, each time we went back to the beach, she would find a "friend" to play with for at least part of the time we were there. They were all little girls, and most were around her age or just a bit older. It was amazing to see her be so incredibly social (not that she isn't always pretty social) and to see how well kids can get along at the beach. It's like they are all in this state of happiness that makes it impossible for them to be mean to each other. Of course, at one point, she ran back to me from being down at the water with lots of other kids (including some wild boys) and said something along the lines of "all of those jellyfish are dead. They all got killed." Sigh. There were a ton of jellyfish washed up on the sand for some weird reason, but I had been telling her they were resting. Oh well. In any case, ever since we've been home, Roxanne has been begging me to take her back to the beach. She says she wants to live in the hotel. Forever. And never come home. A girl can dream.<br />On Monday morning, I took Roxanne to the beach for about an hour before we headed to nearby Jekyll Island to visit the <a href="http://www.georgiaseaturtlecenter.org/">Georgia Sea Turtle Center</a>. I had been asking her for days if she wanted to go to the "turtle hospital" in the hopes that if I made it sound awesome enough, it would distract her from the fact that we were going home afterward. It actually was a lot of fun, and her favorite part was asking me all of the sea turtles' names. They all had very fancy names, and we got there in time to hear a short explanation about each "patient" and see them swimming in their pools. We even got to see some tiny tiny ones that had just recently hatched. They were Roxanne's favorites. Painfully adorable... The museum part was also really fun. Lots of interactive exhibits about different aspects of sea turtle protection and life in general. I'd recommend a visit if you are in the area!adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-39698239596162166272011-03-28T20:15:00.004-04:002011-03-28T20:24:01.768-04:00Belly progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMmz3WN3vw_m8yBrIC70TkWDTFC89VBVE2Acw6CBoP3LGz08tzBLEZBvy_kSQMZDM4XwmYi8ZJ5XYiIsgWA44-9_8k-kPFXTt_SntJZSb0pfWZKxN1T6LldcGE_WfZ8cOSJQ6SwbsF2s/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMmz3WN3vw_m8yBrIC70TkWDTFC89VBVE2Acw6CBoP3LGz08tzBLEZBvy_kSQMZDM4XwmYi8ZJ5XYiIsgWA44-9_8k-kPFXTt_SntJZSb0pfWZKxN1T6LldcGE_WfZ8cOSJQ6SwbsF2s/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589288973016716738" border="0" /></a>So here I am yesterday at 18 weeks. I'm 19 weeks today, so I just barely made it! Boo Boo is giving me moral support. I know it seems like she's just asking to go outside for the fiftieth time in an hour, but it's not. Support. I promise. I feel like my belly has been the same size for weeks. I actually even called the OB's office and asked a nurse about why my belly was actually shrinking (not in a crazy, hysterical way, just in a "please reassure me this is normal" way). Apparently when I was taking the progesterone supplement, it made my belly swollen and bigger than it really was. Hence the plateau in size... I also haven't gained any weight yet, but I totally admit that my exercise schedule is off track right now. Family, sickness, family sickness, and schoolwork are my big sources of blame. I will get back on track though. Honest. I do realize how much better I feel while working out, I just need all of the crazy 400 page a week reading assignments and constant papers to give me a break. And the strep throat. And the pink eye.<br /><br />And just for fun, here's some Roxanne photos.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofVBMwKFU1T3ZrmPtqAndBpQujg7pamyCgMmgidEyuMXU338oCuWaf8C8KXch1PCzT1ibZKAr0xvkHT8rQR1sj-51dpC9UqIUIJK290_96Ehh5g18BEBKPFq_jPkcfRVzk9RCLnzmXfk/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofVBMwKFU1T3ZrmPtqAndBpQujg7pamyCgMmgidEyuMXU338oCuWaf8C8KXch1PCzT1ibZKAr0xvkHT8rQR1sj-51dpC9UqIUIJK290_96Ehh5g18BEBKPFq_jPkcfRVzk9RCLnzmXfk/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589290199804764002" border="0" /></a>Here's her self-portrait. She's been loving taking pictures lately. Most are weird, fuzzy and impossible to see, but I kind of love this one with her mismatched Hello Kitty socks.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVxREW9t4uP3lophA-D1vrRfaOLYNN0US8sYu69rbli6ICsjp1aNuZja-DjqKYh4wXvqsAXZL8TnH0oFgn6aXqPr17J8RF55TqKMr2nkCdAx4JwSXg6b8sbcHH8dj670ZHPrKp7zCdnQ/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzVxREW9t4uP3lophA-D1vrRfaOLYNN0US8sYu69rbli6ICsjp1aNuZja-DjqKYh4wXvqsAXZL8TnH0oFgn6aXqPr17J8RF55TqKMr2nkCdAx4JwSXg6b8sbcHH8dj670ZHPrKp7zCdnQ/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589290194368903442" border="0" /></a>Here's her trying on a fake mustache a friend gave her for her birthday. I think this face is perfect. She's like an inspector.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHtUd1PRx3RsNlkmsG77wI1Cxng1CYfrKiYRKvS0ENpcKBQ-eizg5PCG1mLPvO67QN_K9xjMth8MFd-bASVOvBnL-D0n0e-7YvKUZQztFpKRp3VybOD-CLwL8pG83Gxv-tjk7i65wlYc/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHtUd1PRx3RsNlkmsG77wI1Cxng1CYfrKiYRKvS0ENpcKBQ-eizg5PCG1mLPvO67QN_K9xjMth8MFd-bASVOvBnL-D0n0e-7YvKUZQztFpKRp3VybOD-CLwL8pG83Gxv-tjk7i65wlYc/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589290188541490226" border="0" /></a>She is totally working this look. I told Justin we should have a family photo shoot with fake mustaches on. I know it's trendy to have ironic mustaches, but I don't care. They are funny. And there are like 15 styles in this pack, so we could all get really good and weird ones. We're doing it!adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-48887489351863658162011-03-25T22:33:00.003-04:002011-03-25T22:41:14.230-04:00Baby BumblebeeOK, so I just wanted to do a quick "new baby" post. I got a call from my midwife's office, and everything came back normal on my genetic screening tests. Yay! My glucose test was also normal. Also good! <br /><br />I'm feeling the baby move quite a bit now. It starts up most when I lay down for bed, or when I'm sitting in class. If I sit too hunched over, I think the baby gets a little squished and starts really kicking me. Sugary foods make the baby go nuts (duh) and cold stuff does, too. Tonight we went to my little sister's drumline concert, and anytime there were big bass drum hits, I got a pretty good popping feeling from the baby. He or she can hear now, so I'm sure the loud noises were not very welcome. Sorry baby. <br /><br />I'll be 19 weeks next Monday, and for now, I still haven't gained weight, but my belly is starting to really pop more. I noticed today I'm already "waddling" a little, and my back has been hurting from my joints spreading. Of course, I've also been busy at work with the littles, and several times this week I've had all four kids, so that definitely adds some strain to my back. But it's good practice! <br /><br />School is fine, but it's definitely a learning process for me to figure out how to write papers, etc., without any coffee. Sad, but true. When most of your study time falls outside of normal business hours, coffee gets to be a useful ally. But I'll make it (I hope). For now, my plan is to take 2 classes this summer, but then take fall semester off to help adjust to the new baby, and working with 4 kids. Hopefully by the spring semester I'll be able to start back with school. At that point, I hope to only need about 3 semesters more. But a lot will depend on what is available in the night classes. Sigh. I'm sure it will be fine though, even if it takes a little longer.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901473575913484135.post-12321088388644649952011-03-20T18:17:00.002-04:002011-03-20T18:30:46.301-04:00Swimming Queen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_R67bk0OR6-rMuYcTPLMzcWbgCzPr9ajTXeJTuPu7Sn7Rz_BhRfWhRi8c-5kA9gg_2Nj6Jb8om4JHZ8zsJ4Z2Vwcd7mIDFFdMeaJRuJA36c7Va0sdraSTYMPb-P3zs2sMeHb6fNMW9tY/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_R67bk0OR6-rMuYcTPLMzcWbgCzPr9ajTXeJTuPu7Sn7Rz_BhRfWhRi8c-5kA9gg_2Nj6Jb8om4JHZ8zsJ4Z2Vwcd7mIDFFdMeaJRuJA36c7Va0sdraSTYMPb-P3zs2sMeHb6fNMW9tY/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586290136857932674" border="0" /></a>Here's Roxanne as we were leaving for her swim lesson on Saturday. She had just finished throwing a giant fit. We are finding that Saturdays and Sundays are full of fun, intermingled with periods of INSANE grumpiness. Roxanne is giving up her naps, and the transition is not very pretty. But we'll still keep her. Her Nemo suitcase is from my mom and Mike and Leah, and she loves it. It's perfect for swim lessons (and overnight trips) because we can fit her towel and suit and change of clothes in it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0uh17RSW25Ves_OYH4YwTvMemcxDnD0wqgPQPh_UHJh3gv03P7VRsu8r1DlM5YwLC1lk24dzIAsg8b_Rom234TOXWRADmtzQek4HrRjyWbGoV4XmsO5IrPELQNLKZpIQD2iRtkxxKBM/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0uh17RSW25Ves_OYH4YwTvMemcxDnD0wqgPQPh_UHJh3gv03P7VRsu8r1DlM5YwLC1lk24dzIAsg8b_Rom234TOXWRADmtzQek4HrRjyWbGoV4XmsO5IrPELQNLKZpIQD2iRtkxxKBM/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586290131733726642" border="0" /></a>She's wearing her new sandals here. They are the pink version of the red ones she had last year, and they are by Livie and Luca. She picked them out with me at a consignment sale in Candler Park where they sold unused Livie and Luca old stock for about half the normal price. Thrifty and fancy! She is still insisting on wearing ONLY dresses, and her girly girl obsession is getting out of control. She often insists on having a bow in her hair, and she wants to paint her nails several times a week. I swear we aren't encouraging it, but we are also just not making a big deal about it. Hopefully it's just a phase... Today we were meeting some friends with two sons for a playdate, and before we left, she said "I can't play with boys, because I'm a girl. I want to play with girls." Sigh. Of course I talked to her for a long time about why boys and girls like to play with each other, and of course she had a lot of fun with the boys. But good grief. Where is all of this coming from???<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPzgBdE-h9GPa5BfzjcuERCP91tutUwUhlSbLuW_fs26emvarYWbSBwZ4caTq8f91dqscFyBygBUiHOKUU0k5Z0fj5woGx6OUQmCpkuEak90s0atI3eanuSN-REkEfnmqRp7qoXO80wY/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPzgBdE-h9GPa5BfzjcuERCP91tutUwUhlSbLuW_fs26emvarYWbSBwZ4caTq8f91dqscFyBygBUiHOKUU0k5Z0fj5woGx6OUQmCpkuEak90s0atI3eanuSN-REkEfnmqRp7qoXO80wY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586290131002534306" border="0" /></a>We took MARTA to Georgia State for Roxanne's lesson. I tagged along to watch. Oh, and here Roxanne is wearing her new Old Navy flip flops. Perfect for poolside, and she's starting to get used to walking in them. One thing about Old Navy; the clothes might be cheap and fall apart, but the flip flops are abundant, come in fun colors, and are CHEAP. Oh, and sidenote, we just realized at the MARTA station that the wheels of Roxanne's suitcase light up when you are wheeling it around. Fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jTwfKqiKQzPxcaoFTqx6qgOtg4Txdkrn-f-xZkUtE35aXIrWwrsl8c_T61rEDbwA2-OPhL0RQUGe16zmkAPE5P1S0DP6TppQXC4feq8RMRUB7Kj83MxXjcr2ap6CJz3aZyUL_sKB5IM/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jTwfKqiKQzPxcaoFTqx6qgOtg4Txdkrn-f-xZkUtE35aXIrWwrsl8c_T61rEDbwA2-OPhL0RQUGe16zmkAPE5P1S0DP6TppQXC4feq8RMRUB7Kj83MxXjcr2ap6CJz3aZyUL_sKB5IM/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586290124616147042" border="0" /></a>We got to the lesson a little early (shocked? You should be) so Roxanne stared wistfully into the water while waiting for the teacher to come and get her. She was the only little girl in her group, and the four little boys were at least a year older than her, but she still seemed to have fun. From where we were watching, she seemed to listen to the instructor on most things, but she definitely did not want to float on her back. She did finally try it a couple of times. She seemed to like it when they were squeezing these weird bean bag things over their heads and then practicing getting the water out of their eyes/faces. Her favorite was jumping off the side and into the pool to the instructor (who was a very sweet young woman). Hopefully by the end of the session (five more weeks) she'll have gained a lot more confidence and be on her way to being a little swimmer! She loves being in the water, she just gets nervous about going under water.adrianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15368213433617412948noreply@blogger.com3