tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76193001562665602542024-02-07T13:42:19.210-06:00By God's DesignUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger658125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-9655396405354686692012-11-21T07:31:00.000-06:002012-11-21T07:31:00.284-06:00Adoption BlogI will be blogging here while we are in China:<br />
<a href="http://www.tomorrowinhereyes.blogspot.com/">www.tomorrowinhereyes.blogspot.com</a><br />
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We leave TOMORROW!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-72999149810515545712012-11-19T16:00:00.000-06:002012-11-18T22:53:35.456-06:00What I've Been Doing Lately<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-4644549244483532872012-11-18T22:44:00.003-06:002012-11-18T22:50:35.440-06:00TA Arrived!Our TA (Travel Approval) came on November 7!!! It's official...we are going to China for Collins. We leave on Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 22, and Gotcha Day will be on Monday, November 26! I can hardly wait.<br />
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Since
we were matched on September 6, this adoption has moved at warp speed.
Such a relief to have things move fast after waiting 6+ months for a
referral. The typical timeframe from match to travel is usually about 5
or 6 months. We are going from match to travel in 2.5 months. I <i>never</i> in my wildest dreams thought this adoption would move so fast.<br />
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When
we adopted Lia Kate in 2009, we were an I-600 family (in other words,
adoptions were quicker back then), and we went from match to travel in
exactly 2 months. Since we brought her home and knew we were going to
adopt again, I had been preparing myself to have to look at a sweet
picture for 5 or 6 months before we could hold our next child. So
thankful that was not the case and that we will be on a plane to China
soon! As in, four days soon.<br />
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In fact, in exactly a week from now, at this very hour, we will be getting ready to go to the Civil Affairs office to meet CC. <b>Can. Not. Wait.</b><br />
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<i>Stay tuned...</i><br />
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Do you see the photo pillow in the crib? This is the first care package item we sent. I wanted something where she would see our faces, but since she is so young, I knew she couldn't flip through a photo album. So, voila, the solution was a photo pillow. There are pictures on the other side too. The mom who took this picture said the pillow was already in the crib and the nannies positioned it so it would show in the photos. Love!<br />
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My sweet sleeping girl! We will have her soon.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-36655706788703866362012-11-15T22:55:00.005-06:002012-11-18T21:46:23.647-06:00Q&A About CC<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Last
month, I had Gretchen and Lillian from China Adoption Help get some
questions answered about CC from the orphanage. These answers are from
the beginning of October when she was just turning 8 months old. Here is
the Q&A! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">1. What are her current measurements – height, weight, head circumference, feet?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Height 66cm, Weight 6kg, Foot length 10cm.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">(Height 26in, Weight 13lbs, Shoe size = 2) </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">2. What is her personality like?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">She is extroverted. When she hears somebody calling her name, she will
laugh and swing <br />her arms and legs, and make sounds like 'oh', just like
she is talking with you. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">3. Does she suck her thumb or fingers or a pacifier?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">4. How do you comfort her when she’s upset? Does she like to be held?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">She could only be upset when she is hungry or her needs not to be met. She loves being held.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">5. Does she have a favorite toy or blanket? </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Teething toy is her favorite, she likes holding it and sometimes put it in her mouth.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">6. What are her sleeping habits - how much does she sleep and when? Does she wake up at night? </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">She
likes to suck her finger to go to sleep. Nap time: 11:30am-1:40pm, night
time: 8:30pm-6:00am. She needs to drink milk once around 11pm. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">7. How many bottles a day does she drink? </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">5 times a day, formula with rice cereal, 250ml each time.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">8. Who is she closest to? </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone likes her so much.<var></var></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">9. Is she sitting up now?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, but she is not willing to. She sits for a while and will ask for being held.</span><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">10. What makes her happy? What makes her cry?</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nothing particularly.</span></span></div>
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I think we're ready to go to China now! Some sweet friends threw a "Stock the Suitcase" shower for us last night. We have everything we need to take to China for Collins (and then some). Thank you, dear friends, for celebrating our baby girl in such an awesome way.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-50331936011585860132012-11-01T12:40:00.001-05:002012-11-02T22:18:31.399-05:00Sweet Sleeping CCToday, I am thankful to kick off this month of thanks-giving, with some new precious pictures of sweet CC. I woke up to this picture. What a way to start November?!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/11/01/1527.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/11/01/s_1527.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-89007429082635829612012-10-22T08:59:00.001-05:002012-10-22T08:59:41.452-05:00Happy 3rd Referral Day!Three years ago today, this sweet little face popped up in my inbox! I knew right away she was my daughter. Can't imagine doing life without her.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/22/761.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/22/s_761.jpg' border='0' width='216' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-35980223894778359042012-10-07T20:13:00.000-05:002012-10-07T20:13:33.320-05:00Video of CollinsA couple of weeks ago, we got a sweet, sweet video of Collins from an adoptive mama who visited her orphanage. I cannot stop watching this video clip. Her beautiful smile speaks for itself.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="282" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/49784687" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="500"></iframe> <a href="http://vimeo.com/49784687">Collins -- 7 months</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3492177">Emily</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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Toward the end, you can hear them calling her CC! Such a precious baby girl.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-2854764237077254242012-09-26T20:56:00.001-05:002012-09-26T20:56:35.120-05:00LOA!In record time, and very unexpectedly, we got our LOA yesterday! It came only 12 days after our PA, which is crazy fast.<br />
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If you have no idea what I'm talking about ...<br />
PA = Pre-approval from China<br />
LOA = official Letter of Approval from China to adopt Collins<br />
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We are so excited with how fast things are going. The reason we got our LOA this quickly is that we did all of our waiting before we were matched. Our dossier moved through translation and review during the 6 months we waited for a referral. <br />
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We have a series of steps to go through now on the U.S.
side of things before we can get our Travel Approval from China. It
usually takes about 8 weeks (if no roadbumps) to get TA from this point.
So, we are hopeful for December travel ... just like with Lia Kate.<br />
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Can't wait to meet our sweet girl in a few months! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-89190047863188735212012-09-25T16:12:00.000-05:002012-09-25T16:39:09.725-05:00Red Threads ... and Road blocks ... To CollinsMy friend <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.rushtonsrecipes.blogspot.com/">Rushton</a></span>
wrote a very memorable post after they were matched with their daughter
last year, about all the "stones of remembrances" that God gave them
for their daughter ... signs and ways they knew the little girl in the
picture was their daughter. The "stones of remembrance" term comes <span class="Apple-style-span">from
the Old Testament when Samuel set up a stone to remember where God had
moved on their behalf in a miraculous way to defeat the Philistines.</span><br />
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In that same vein, in China, there is an ancient legend about a red thread...<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"An invisible red thread
connects those destined to meet,
regardless of time, place, or
circumstances. The thread may
stretch or tangle, but never
break." -</i><span style="text-align: right;">
<i>Ancient Chinese Proverb</i></span></span></span><br />
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So,
here are the red threads ... the stones of remembrance ... the things
that I want to remember about how it was so confirmed that this precious
little one was meant to be in our family.<br />
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Stone #1:<br />
We
started this adoption in July of 2011. Normally, special needs
adoptions from China take about 12 months from beginning to end. But not
our adoption. The two friends I started this process with are already
home with their children! We have hit some paperwork snags along the way
and had a long wait for a referral. Our biggest snag was with U.S.
Immigration. After waiting 78 long days for our case to get to an
officer's desk, we were issued a RFE (request for evidence) because I
spent a summer in Washington DC in college and failed to get a
background clearance from there. Oops. I was very upset at first because our
agency was waiting any day for the files of some precious little ones,
any of which I was hoping to adopt. And I needed my papers to be in
China so that we would be eligible to get one of their referrals. The
minute I got the email about the RFE, I knew those children I had my eye
on were not mine. I knew my daughter was out there somewhere, and,
despite being sad, I had to trust that this roadblock happened in order
that we would find our way to the sweet child meant for us. I
immediately applied for a background clearance but DC is not the fastest
place to get one from. Thanks to the dogged persistence of my adoption
agency, it only took about three and a half weeks to get it. Record
time. My social worker Karla emailed me on February 2 saying "I got
it!".<br />
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Little did I know that on that same day -- February
2 -- halfway around the world, a tiny newborn baby girl came to live in
an orphanage in southern China. Soon, that little baby will belong to me. <br />
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<b>When I was so desperate to get my paperwork to China, our daughter hadn't even been born yet. </b>I am praising God for roadblocks.<br />
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Stone #2:<br />
Back
when we got Lia Kate's referral in 2009, I opened up her file and the
very first thing I saw was her birthdate, which is July 31, which is
also my birthday, which is also my younger sister's birthday. It was
pretty much a done deal from that point on. So, imagine my surprise when
Karla calls and tells me about Collins' referral, saying her birthday
is also a 31st (different month). On top of that, she shares a birth
month with our son, Britton, and my brother who just passed away and lots of other
people in both of our families. It's a little thing, but considering
that 3 of the 5 in our immediate family will have 31st bdays, it is
significant. And I love how both of my Chinese daughters have a 31st
birthday, and that their birthdays were part of the confirmation that
they were ours. <br />
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Stone #3:<br />
This is kind of a
silly one, but I don't want to forget it. I rarely dream, but at some
point this summer, I had a very real dream about getting our new child.
We were in China, and they placed the littlest baby in my arms, not the
toddler I was expecting we would get. She was precious with dark hair
and beautiful skin and blue eyes. Yes, blue eyes. That part was strange,
but the dream was so real and I woke up with my arms aching to hold our
next child. It made the wait for a referral that much harder. When we
got Collins' referral and saw that she was only 7 months old, I
remembered my dream of the tiny baby in my arms. And just last week, as
Lia Kate and I were looking at Collins' picture, she said "Mama, when
you stand back a little bit, her eyes are blue!" She knew nothing of my
dream and I'm not sure what she was thinking, because Collins' eyes are
most definitely not blue. But the blue eyes comment meant something to
me!<br />
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Stone #4:<br />
This is the most significant one of
them all. We had decided on the name Caroline Collins for our next
child a while back. They are family names and we loved the way they
sounded together. After we got our referral and called Danny's parents
to tell them about her, his dad said, "I'm going to call her CC".
Appropriate, I thought, because it rhymes with the pronunciation of her
Chinese name, "SheShe". What I had forgotten about is that in Collins'
province they pronounce things differently because they speak Cantonese,
not Mandarin. For example, Lia Kate is from the same province and they pronounced her name "Jing Jing" as "Gang Gang." I listened carefully to the video of Collins that a sweet mama who visited the orphanage sent me. And as clear as day, they call her "SeeSee". Yes, CC. <b>The sound of her Chinese name and her forever initials are one and the same.</b> I am absolutely floored by this. She was so meant to be our Caroline Collins.<br />
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And it was February 2, when she came to the orphanage that they gave her this name ... the day that our "road block" was finally cleared up and our paperwork could be on its way to China.<br />
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Today, I am praising God for road blocks. I just love seeing how it all comes together. Yes, He has done great things for us and we are filled with joy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-73093502268054127742012-09-19T16:41:00.000-05:002012-09-19T21:52:56.933-05:00We Finally See Her Face!!!I am thrilled to introduce our newest daughter...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Caroline Collins </b></span></div>
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Our sweet Caroline Collins, whom we will call Collins, is *seven* months old and living in southern China in the same province that Lia Kate is from. We are so in love with our beautiful girl already and we can't wait to travel to bring her home forever.</div>
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Here is the story of how we were matched with her...</div>
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We have been waiting for 6 months now to be matched with our daughter. Our dossier was logged-in in China on March 1, 2012, and we have just been waiting for files from our adoption agency's new orphanage partnerships to come in. But nothing really moves fast in the adoption world. We thought the files would be here in July, but they weren't. Then, August, but no. Then September rolled around and I was getting anxious. </div>
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On Thursday, September 6, our awesome social worker, Karla, called and said she might have a file for us. She told me a little bit about her. I told her we were definitely interested and I asked how old she was. Karla hesitated and said she needed to check and would get back in touch with me. We were really wanting a young child (under 15 months) because we want some space between our older two and the next one. When she hesitated, I thought she might be older, but we were not going to pass up looking at a file. That afternoon she called back and said she had gotten the file together and was ready to send to me. She told me a little bit about her and then said, "Now, hold on to your socks because she is SEVEN months old!" I was in the car driving two sleepy children to gymnastics, and all I remember saying was, "No way! Holy cow! No way!" over and over. Seven months is *very* young for medical needs adoptions from China. She told me she was emailing me the file right then. I happened to be stuck in a massive traffic jam, so I checked my email and there was the file. I opened it up, saw her sweet face and started screaming. I immediately called Danny and told him I had just seen our daughter's face. This is verbatim what happened when we got Lia Kate's file. Danny is a little more even keel than I am, so he was like "Okay, send me the file." I did. Then I texted our social worker back and said "Oh, Karla. I'm done. She's the one. Hope my husband is on board!". Just like with Lia Kate, I knew right away. No doubts.<br />
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We sent her file to be reviewed by the International Adoption doctor who had visited her orphanage in April and did a physical on Collins, and waited for her to call back. Since we were going out of town bright and early the next morning, I spent that night writing a care plan so that our agency could send our Letter of Intent (LOI) as soon as we were ready to officially say yes. I may have gotten about three hours of sleep that night. I was just so giddy and excited. The next day at noon, even though we hadn't talked to the adoption doctor, we decided to go ahead and have our agency send LOI. We knew she was our daughter and there was nothing the doc was going to say that would change our minds.</div>
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<i>"To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. <br />We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We <br />share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family<br />griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time."</i> - Clara Ortega</div>
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At times, I can hardly believe this happened and, at times, it is all too real. My family lost my grandfather in a river rafting accident in Utah in 2000. He was 74 and was the reason my brother was so drawn to the water and the west and the outdoors. I am still in disbelief that lightning has struck twice in my family. One of the greatest sadnesses in all this is that I don't get to see my children grow up with their Uncle Jon. I don't get to see him get married or get to know the children he might have had. It is a devastating loss.<br />
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At some point after all of this happened, I heard a young men's acapella group singing the old spiritual "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". And listening to it, I had the image in my mind of angels over the river carrying my brother home.<br />
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It might sound hokey, but it gave me great peace. I am taking comfort that, while the loss of my brother has been a shock to me, that nothing takes God by surprise. He was there on that river and He is here in my grief.<br />
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I have been able to spend time this summer in Colorado with my brother's sweet girlfriend, Karen, and with many of his friends who were like family to him. Grateful for all of them and the wonderful memories they have shared. It has been very healing to be in the place he loved so much with the people (and dogs) he loved so dearly.<br />
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I am still at a loss of words to say, but I wanted to share here how much my brother is missed. He was only 18 months younger than me and I don't remember life before him. He is the one person with whom I have the most shared experiences with. It is unfathomable to me that he is gone. I found the quote I posted above sometime this summer and it sums up so well what I feel. We know each other as we always were ... we live outside the touch of time.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-12254816027881589362012-06-01T11:17:00.000-05:002012-06-01T11:18:26.736-05:00Adoption Update ... In the WaitingToday marks three months since our paperwork made it to China and was logged-in to their system! Usually by this point, families with our agency have been matched with a child and are waiting to bring him or her home. We are still waiting to be matched, and I'll tell you why. Back in April, our agency announced that their partnership with the Maoming orphanage had been extended for another year, and that they were just signing contracts to partner with SEVEN more orphanages! This is a different and unique way to do adoptions in China. The common route is to be matched with a child off the Shared List, which is a central registry of children maintained by the governing adoption authority in China and used by most adoption agencies. This is how we were matched with Lia Kate. These orphanage partnerships are different because our agency actually has relationships with the orphanages ... they send teams of medical professionals to go over to these orphanages to do physicals on the children and help the orphanage get the ball rolling to make the children paper-ready ... they offer financial assistance and resources to help with children who need medical or developmental interventions. It is a win for the orphanage because they get extra resources with which to prepare children for international adoption ... a huge win for the children because most of these children would probably have never been available for adoption ... and a win for families like us because we actually get to talk to someone (in our case, local International Adoption doctors and agency workers) who will have first-hand knowledge of the children. The other benefits of adopting a child from one of these partnership programs is that there will be a lot of children coming home from these orphanages to families in our city, so they will grow up together with the shared experience of having been in the same orphanage. This is very different from our adoption with Lia Kate as we only know of one sweet little girl who was in her orphanage at the same time. Needless to say, we have decided to wait to be matched with a child from one of these partnership programs. The orphanages are in Guangdong province and in Chongqing Municipality, so we know that our child is in one of these places. Guangdong province is in southern China and is where Lia Kate is from. In fact, two of the partnership orphanages are very close to Lia Kate's orphanage. Chongqing Municipality is a ginormous city of 32 million people located in central-southwestern China, and we actually have a number of U.S. friends who live there. So adopting from either would be really awesome. The first round of children's files will probably not be ready until August. So, we will just be waiting patiently (or not so) through the long, hot summer before we finally see our little one's face...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-85066029544610081882012-04-24T13:36:00.000-05:002012-04-26T16:00:53.918-05:00Our Happy is Too Loud<br />
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So, I'm writing this as I am flying home from San Francisco after <br />
spending an *entire week* away from my two munchkins. I have missed them so much, but have realized how needed some time away is every once in awhile. I flew to the Bay Area to see one of my dearest friends, Emily, and her two sweet boys. I had not yet met her youngest son, Miles. Aren't her two adorable? <br />
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Em and I have been friends since the 9th grade. Twenty years of being friends is pretty darn awesome. Every time we are together, we just pick up where we left off.<br />
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The day after I flew out, Danny flew out, and the two of us drove up to Napa for a much needed getaway and to celebrate his 40th birthday! We spent our days relaxing, visiting some wineries and eating some pretty fabulous food.<br />
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I have to say that Napa was pretty amazing. We had some of the most fabulous food we've ever had. If you're heading there any time soon, you must check out Redd in Yountville. Amazing. Before we travelled, friends of ours recommended it and said they giggled all the way through their dinner there ... it was that good.<br />
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And, we agree. It was that good. So, Danny and I enjoyed our little vacay by sleeping in, relaxing, eating good food and driving around God's country. Northern California is so beautiful. On our last day, we drove back on the windy roads to the coast, ate oysters on the bay, drove down highway 1 through the beaches and hills, across the Golden Gate and into the city. <br />
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After a night in the city, Danny flew home and I got to spend a few more days with Emily. While her husband was out of town, we laid awake late at night, just like we did in our high school days, but this time talking about being mamas and the weight it carries .. and how both wonderful and difficult it is ... and how we couldn't imagine doing anything else at this moment in our lives ... and finally, how blessed we are to have the munchkins God gave each of us. One of the things I was struck by on this trip is how quiet and calm my friend's children are compared to my rambunctious crew. My kids are just loud, I've come to realize. It's a beautiful loud, but ... um ... still loud.<br />
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But, how I've missed that loud. I've missed kissing their chubby cheeks and laying down with them at bedtime and hearing their sweet voices in constant chatter. This is the longest I've been away from the two of them. I had never spent a night away from Britton until we flew to China to adopt Lia Kate. And before this trip, I have only been away for a couple of weekend getaways over the last two years. We are so thankful to our family who took such good care of our monkeys so we could get away! Huge blessing.<br />
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So, as I'm flying home at the moment ... the in-flight movie is "They Bought a Zoo", and one of the lines of the movie talks about their "happy" being "too loud." And that's what I'm going with. We have a loud house because "our happy is too loud." After years of longing to be a mama and walking the difficult road it was to get to this beautiful place, I am thankful for the loud I get to hear day in and out. And, have I mentioned how much I miss these two??? Mama's coming home, babies!<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-76244172763533373972012-02-15T16:22:00.000-06:002012-09-19T22:34:08.493-05:00We Are DTC<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0UuJUwbg9pZKyUMtNemQOI27ydBbTiuVU9xUuiwua8SwA_Eu_wM1B_GfQ1sYxLV85kIJyEDayxGKUrf3uN6B99KyfqRrSp4InvL4FlCp9tN6Cme77bc7OrFAaF_xW5LG8fl8K0-KpWk/s1600/DTC.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712831513014404018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0UuJUwbg9pZKyUMtNemQOI27ydBbTiuVU9xUuiwua8SwA_Eu_wM1B_GfQ1sYxLV85kIJyEDayxGKUrf3uN6B99KyfqRrSp4InvL4FlCp9tN6Cme77bc7OrFAaF_xW5LG8fl8K0-KpWk/s320/DTC.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
For the past 8 months, we've been working on a little something behind the scenes. And, finally, we are DTC! So what in the world does that mean? It means "Dossier to China", baby! Yes, we are adopting again, and at the moment, our dossier of all the important documents that took 8 months to collect is on its way to China.<br />
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We have known we would be going back to China to adopt another child since we were in China the last time adopting our Lia Kate. We finally decided the time was right to start on paperwork again so here we are. We anticipate being matched in the next few months and then travel in the Fall. We are excited to be on this journey again. It has been a journey already with bumps in the road, paperwork delays and wild goose chases. But it's all so worth it and all in God's timing. And, having done this before, we have mostly been at peace with the twists and turns of this process so far.<br />
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So, next up is LID, then we are matched with a child, then we wait for PA, then LOA, then I800, then Art 5, then TA, then CA. Then travel! But we won't get ahead of ourselves (or the acronyms) for now. I'll fill you in on what all that means as we move through the process.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioelx44mqj7diPI_w1sPFvjXSSOZeQalRgfqUQhJcKFy4RQkJWsnNF5kaTzt0rh-6W62jNRWTgDpCs1fAUIt64mb3yLCeNzLpaOwgB0VG6Vts06qFIKVwbyWK-U-DctN22FhNOHwp2AxU/s1600/DSC_0599.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712831504363999970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioelx44mqj7diPI_w1sPFvjXSSOZeQalRgfqUQhJcKFy4RQkJWsnNF5kaTzt0rh-6W62jNRWTgDpCs1fAUIt64mb3yLCeNzLpaOwgB0VG6Vts06qFIKVwbyWK-U-DctN22FhNOHwp2AxU/s320/DSC_0599.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 213px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>I love this picture of my two monkeys who are so excited to be a big sister and a big brother! And I love their shirts that say <span style="font-style: italic;">"One less orphan in China"</span> created by my China adoption coffee group here in town.<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-36494984557287138322012-02-14T08:58:00.003-06:002012-02-14T09:32:01.572-06:00Happy Valentines Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhHSP8CDKO5YhO7Ji2pmMqZWxZZWd_4mj2YP7_JEGSrRpcHMTFSdrJCDpj89kHvwHw_B2OXWZHNm-4Ok_TgaCkl8njzE3uNqiM7oCjk6SnBHLs48tO5qT1Abnumy0opNRMUCCqbnYH3k/s1600/DSC_0653.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhHSP8CDKO5YhO7Ji2pmMqZWxZZWd_4mj2YP7_JEGSrRpcHMTFSdrJCDpj89kHvwHw_B2OXWZHNm-4Ok_TgaCkl8njzE3uNqiM7oCjk6SnBHLs48tO5qT1Abnumy0opNRMUCCqbnYH3k/s320/DSC_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709006778441210466" border="0" /></a><br />It's Valentines Day again. Such a fun day with little kids. I always have fun making Valentine cards for their classmates. <a href="http://by-gods-design.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html">Last year</a>, we did a version of the photo Valentine. It was so easy and fun, I wanted to do it again. Found <a href="http://grinandbakeit.com/valentines-crayon-hearts-craft">this idea</a> on Pinterest and decided to combine the two ideas.<br /><br />So, making crayons was so much fun and a great way to get rid of the broken crayons. Also a great way to keep little hands busy. Here are our colorful heart crayons...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM08NRJU3sShSg5HIwi1lA3Hbxg2nTifF2pqGqwNesHddd22Z-5f6uQ0ap302i6QrNXkv4aooraYIQtuYeyXg1FMtCV-ngh8xEBTDTEDx-yeZFxUNHHGClrYMvQCXA6jswtKGvE78EE_I/s1600/DSC_0642.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM08NRJU3sShSg5HIwi1lA3Hbxg2nTifF2pqGqwNesHddd22Z-5f6uQ0ap302i6QrNXkv4aooraYIQtuYeyXg1FMtCV-ngh8xEBTDTEDx-yeZFxUNHHGClrYMvQCXA6jswtKGvE78EE_I/s320/DSC_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709006857851321778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zkX-cEtoB1dljOrndyyaX2tljxDP8Yomkc932zDi5KBag6NBrhqP3dSN7XpdEy50Ul7ri0ObVIne2OAslKNkvbR1b1tiKWpHHQBoLkB1-4fZkFoC7-rfnaFdRmYIoyBxlfWJc4ohR1I/s1600/DSC_0643.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zkX-cEtoB1dljOrndyyaX2tljxDP8Yomkc932zDi5KBag6NBrhqP3dSN7XpdEy50Ul7ri0ObVIne2OAslKNkvbR1b1tiKWpHHQBoLkB1-4fZkFoC7-rfnaFdRmYIoyBxlfWJc4ohR1I/s320/DSC_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709006843193970098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The finished product...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJww6XRLE2lEsDiRFsyCnBNrMR0BFeaOrMY5cgdll-uZRWrXGJEQ957qr-i6404aPdrx4BzyaiftY5aYPqCH9OjtYh73HBhBfvlUA3TXB0EFc4TTlLV0LKiSlxNlB6n5pWBRR95Xc9ZoE/s1600/DSC_0647.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJww6XRLE2lEsDiRFsyCnBNrMR0BFeaOrMY5cgdll-uZRWrXGJEQ957qr-i6404aPdrx4BzyaiftY5aYPqCH9OjtYh73HBhBfvlUA3TXB0EFc4TTlLV0LKiSlxNlB6n5pWBRR95Xc9ZoE/s320/DSC_0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709006831548108130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My little Valentines...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrXQ6V3OYYlJP6w946GYBuV8B1uN5SQFZmMmk94jI-mPqBDQGwJEd55y4yonOiFAI2IyOCOaRswHehs5vToeSbsXYKj__G9RCx5_6PA9Yrid-atZd8pdv2IQL_Ky5-Of4oNyqgVRprek/s1600/DSC_0650.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWrXQ6V3OYYlJP6w946GYBuV8B1uN5SQFZmMmk94jI-mPqBDQGwJEd55y4yonOiFAI2IyOCOaRswHehs5vToeSbsXYKj__G9RCx5_6PA9Yrid-atZd8pdv2IQL_Ky5-Of4oNyqgVRprek/s320/DSC_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709006785013617410" border="0" /></a><br />Valentines Day is also a special day around here because, four years ago, it is the first time we heard the words "he's ready to go home" after six long weeks in the NICU. On Valentines night, Danny & I spent the night in the NICU caring for Britton without the nurses, as we learned how to use his monitors, etc. And the next morning, we finally brought him home.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-54481156756434337592012-01-01T21:47:00.000-06:002012-01-23T11:53:33.060-06:00Our ChristmasWe had a wonderful, low-key Christmas this year! We spent Christmas Eve and Day at our house with my mom and grandmother in town. It was a fun, quiet ... who am I kidding, nothing is quiet around here ... Christmas. Perfect. Then we loaded up for a long road trip and went to Dallas to see Danny's family. Here are a boatload of pictures from our Christmas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mQ5agmVqsnybZh2bAavhPuHx3GN-SJ-UEviiV8sqKyZ8mgU53kohcagDk5q0d12_ar8s0vmrys-MFYBYDqwSDSZf7Wr6hSBmJuaihyphenhyphenGSnglPUa6NgpL2neUmtNlv04CTxFAp2MWTwuY/s1600/DSC_0441.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mQ5agmVqsnybZh2bAavhPuHx3GN-SJ-UEviiV8sqKyZ8mgU53kohcagDk5q0d12_ar8s0vmrys-MFYBYDqwSDSZf7Wr6hSBmJuaihyphenhyphenGSnglPUa6NgpL2neUmtNlv04CTxFAp2MWTwuY/s320/DSC_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696472723620811538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KFul7bNuEYcsg_I1CZfngCKkBd49sHWk8fyuxsfvg1iGV023k5y1_6okRptKuwxT_r5MUwU1PiYADwMmKUO4BTT89S2ejXY_fJvyW2lsk763-BviQmkjpz62ciTbf5TldkKRpy3O7SA/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KFul7bNuEYcsg_I1CZfngCKkBd49sHWk8fyuxsfvg1iGV023k5y1_6okRptKuwxT_r5MUwU1PiYADwMmKUO4BTT89S2ejXY_fJvyW2lsk763-BviQmkjpz62ciTbf5TldkKRpy3O7SA/s320/DSC_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696472730225521122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HNn7GK8t3WTPrXayYnxaXuUvrKbJZLG0pC_p-vLGlKjfHyTMz3cMl_GueQ_sirGx5qg8W-7SDzbH-_CSRLPvIc4gpz5AuqYitiYfQEBtJjDEdO8HN4j02v5rKmmfVEOUB6bBuCkPPmw/s1600/DSC_0446.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HNn7GK8t3WTPrXayYnxaXuUvrKbJZLG0pC_p-vLGlKjfHyTMz3cMl_GueQ_sirGx5qg8W-7SDzbH-_CSRLPvIc4gpz5AuqYitiYfQEBtJjDEdO8HN4j02v5rKmmfVEOUB6bBuCkPPmw/s320/DSC_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696472733594917618" border="0" /></a><br />Hamming it up on Christmas Eve.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6838cfV0qVw7OyVmlKNqHi_-r-bE1fUh3WWUAqb2UEnGdGSa7cf2EqIVlBul0F1nYSAHswpidYIxf3l4cMkxakn9F4DYBVYj4bZyLN4AC1UH9y-1cxmvHwNix4Dn3kj8oDgrJxqy8DI/s1600/DSC_0433.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6838cfV0qVw7OyVmlKNqHi_-r-bE1fUh3WWUAqb2UEnGdGSa7cf2EqIVlBul0F1nYSAHswpidYIxf3l4cMkxakn9F4DYBVYj4bZyLN4AC1UH9y-1cxmvHwNix4Dn3kj8oDgrJxqy8DI/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696472694313806770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHJViJBrfTSnKhbArnSfFInSNfJHO38oAc_7ClvyPqS6arTU0p6V1vqlwpW0UnSMShTcZkka64xsglPAO9cOTeRfBi5KDdgs_CIiE-31GfL135dwLz69lDTU-W8ew400X89CQQjtp5GA/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHJViJBrfTSnKhbArnSfFInSNfJHO38oAc_7ClvyPqS6arTU0p6V1vqlwpW0UnSMShTcZkka64xsglPAO9cOTeRfBi5KDdgs_CIiE-31GfL135dwLz69lDTU-W8ew400X89CQQjtp5GA/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696472688582122962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXdS2zqaV1snv3o1suP0X6VNOIgguy0EGEoaOQyX_TpornTxJK9ma3uPfTvJeG8BcQ01eanUbpGOx8ly1JgN0TFfw3qgSSqv9OU19_ApZyuZ8F_uNRppE9bNOISBnZh0XlxuVhjA0rig/s1600/photo%252897%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXdS2zqaV1snv3o1suP0X6VNOIgguy0EGEoaOQyX_TpornTxJK9ma3uPfTvJeG8BcQ01eanUbpGOx8ly1JgN0TFfw3qgSSqv9OU19_ApZyuZ8F_uNRppE9bNOISBnZh0XlxuVhjA0rig/s320/photo%252897%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695474612761693618" border="0" /></a><br />Begging for a piece of my grandmother's peanut butter fudge. It is a holiday tradition and some of the best stuff I have ever put in my mouth. Must learn how to make it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmz72Nd0qgrkV8KEAoXfCSFEqCQN51jNJWCho7cv5m8I7Rum-ildhbQM-0pOyy_FlYQkBlTKRZhBpZg5a9ZOzQuzWo78qGkH1dGqpDClCCXb-2g4ji-wbCV4I9pPMZw_SxV3KYqIpGkY/s1600/photo%2528110%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmz72Nd0qgrkV8KEAoXfCSFEqCQN51jNJWCho7cv5m8I7Rum-ildhbQM-0pOyy_FlYQkBlTKRZhBpZg5a9ZOzQuzWo78qGkH1dGqpDClCCXb-2g4ji-wbCV4I9pPMZw_SxV3KYqIpGkY/s320/photo%2528110%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695475290777238258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHq75fqq-vJ9fLAfTWPlIVRADhblpInxl0o7DJotFg4IBY0EKsLbUwwxUbwBCS9I-mlnnQ_PFStoa-qU8LDD9kS0opOXHNqX4dAYk4Sxdy5WQtjlxKrtLhowM2gTyCJzVie2_m6AhRQw/s1600/photo%252898%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHq75fqq-vJ9fLAfTWPlIVRADhblpInxl0o7DJotFg4IBY0EKsLbUwwxUbwBCS9I-mlnnQ_PFStoa-qU8LDD9kS0opOXHNqX4dAYk4Sxdy5WQtjlxKrtLhowM2gTyCJzVie2_m6AhRQw/s320/photo%252898%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695474617465483314" border="0" /></a><br />Lia Kate and me at the Christmas Eve service.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2n5IhJtQUp46nPKxO8Lb9SRjeBxgCeC_fHLu-V_8vkV2w01ZGQAzuma__2Nun2-Z9YgXsh6gGODRjI0OFeVtZiukcBhDjtq55rXgRyTECn5mrxL_d9Q7D7phyyqP4D-JyH5lsmUxs2A8/s1600/photo%2528131%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmCtxNBynfPzIbax3covqV9NZhNJBBWY8XdWTPGLeWdtUlfK1_h4wnHaTzIdE0dZHJ4Vg5_3imh4mdVcrbo7IUOSZwpj3-C00RfZnTwFk4yGSd7EASlatDN-m5UB5Vu8kg2HZbcYFSgo/s320/photo%252899%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695474629431045714" border="0" /></a><br />The kids made Santa a plate and scattered "reindeer food" in the yard.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAb0BSIk2wtc_dJ3WayPxgEgMmhEl09GMlw-FGBsPgec4vQueMe5LBGedNHHrHQw8rTPWKGgILpijNUpP2fS7Pe9oMc_V1xysnl2277WuT3A81yjBxMhM-kEOWyIuVBa-ky1n8q76jT8/s1600/photo%2528101%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAb0BSIk2wtc_dJ3WayPxgEgMmhEl09GMlw-FGBsPgec4vQueMe5LBGedNHHrHQw8rTPWKGgILpijNUpP2fS7Pe9oMc_V1xysnl2277WuT3A81yjBxMhM-kEOWyIuVBa-ky1n8q76jT8/s320/photo%2528101%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695474636217868498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9TkDwHHxTE-TFny9CPH8_qQBq2NrNy8CTkWq5TXlbBRS4BLNteNzImDFjd8U04VJeUPAp2z2yyl8oX9DgY59-IRXMN1b7Mb1xaamkwk_ZOGAWhhIafH9eshLHgn0Sz6xr9FxPSRXQns/s1600/photo%2528108%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9TkDwHHxTE-TFny9CPH8_qQBq2NrNy8CTkWq5TXlbBRS4BLNteNzImDFjd8U04VJeUPAp2z2yyl8oX9DgY59-IRXMN1b7Mb1xaamkwk_ZOGAWhhIafH9eshLHgn0Sz6xr9FxPSRXQns/s320/photo%2528108%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695475281048655394" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas morning.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsGKigxKHkBixCgeLdWGSr4YjvOrTN0iJu_9trW6S9Km_OlLd8fs6YOjMs7vTZIFQoLvbF3H5R1LRv2xRYV8mc12vY0sF8rqRiTN3DpAF9DlC5dzhymi5-TzMLRpquWrNl_VRib5Af50/s1600/photo%2528105%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsGKigxKHkBixCgeLdWGSr4YjvOrTN0iJu_9trW6S9Km_OlLd8fs6YOjMs7vTZIFQoLvbF3H5R1LRv2xRYV8mc12vY0sF8rqRiTN3DpAF9DlC5dzhymi5-TzMLRpquWrNl_VRib5Af50/s320/photo%2528105%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695475260767175154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzBqWu4aQUfvJiE6Be4Jhu01i4lEVlzbvSJJ_6bfACHDBiLsnb4idzDFSL6MO-8pulS9FVSx_7uacQCUuBLq0n4Ud3v1uBaG_0Pr08faUJixU5nS_9p6wMc4vik2SmqhwvL8ePtFP-gc/s1600/photo%2528113%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzBqWu4aQUfvJiE6Be4Jhu01i4lEVlzbvSJJ_6bfACHDBiLsnb4idzDFSL6MO-8pulS9FVSx_7uacQCUuBLq0n4Ud3v1uBaG_0Pr08faUJixU5nS_9p6wMc4vik2SmqhwvL8ePtFP-gc/s320/photo%2528113%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695475997189257810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And, then, another Christmas in Dallas.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5LmaSWbT3E9g1zhl8yf8BkHzWytqg15JFMk_f7Gz27keJQGlDV9Fc2xNIet2s1_QwyHWOk8YQqqsgaS_OFsQV3Wiu-Lc_XohAxlNaCy3OmQvfz9he6_pss9iLtDfGrwOuj1aOy0okfw/s1600/photo%2528112%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5LmaSWbT3E9g1zhl8yf8BkHzWytqg15JFMk_f7Gz27keJQGlDV9Fc2xNIet2s1_QwyHWOk8YQqqsgaS_OFsQV3Wiu-Lc_XohAxlNaCy3OmQvfz9he6_pss9iLtDfGrwOuj1aOy0okfw/s320/photo%2528112%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695475994122252578" border="0" /></a><br />The kids both got scooters and perfected riding them in Dallas. I was surprised how fast they picked it up. They can really zoom and then stop on a dime.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZhpzG5qpiCjA6Dzmac1lOJ8tIiMXBmS4Jcx1QceLyx8G-w81LcnbDwAhbGzljkFLowORmQDlU9jlLRQGZynN4cshEboBkwLqLc7SptfVJZjaq2PaIZ52_QaKF6BGaVOScF0HLd_nAmQ/s1600/photo%2528129%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZhpzG5qpiCjA6Dzmac1lOJ8tIiMXBmS4Jcx1QceLyx8G-w81LcnbDwAhbGzljkFLowORmQDlU9jlLRQGZynN4cshEboBkwLqLc7SptfVJZjaq2PaIZ52_QaKF6BGaVOScF0HLd_nAmQ/s320/photo%2528129%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695478917874499938" border="0" /></a><br />Riding the Grapevine train.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh988fVtvXpvY8TvRR-TdrhvEZPaCcwep7wbtEe0bfAHtOHNtGiT23oacWziT9woyc0OeooEtobkW56SyWKgxIB3tm-kWqWtlydrRjvNV1XtsQCppDy3SfJhLUia_yelwQwt1eLRr1CJFs/s1600/photo%2528115%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh988fVtvXpvY8TvRR-TdrhvEZPaCcwep7wbtEe0bfAHtOHNtGiT23oacWziT9woyc0OeooEtobkW56SyWKgxIB3tm-kWqWtlydrRjvNV1XtsQCppDy3SfJhLUia_yelwQwt1eLRr1CJFs/s320/photo%2528115%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695476014314184450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TyjWDkQF64NL1ZR2QzAkpYYxgLjTt0XeI3ruu9Y0L8dJGCx56xZ29ninHdTwwAPVxDYqi4jI6tMcG5ZHSeeMm2a_Q4F91JiIjU2hlWAsaa-8qe-nAsz5QmFfZjrbar7UkKea2hyUBbE/s1600/photo%2528114%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TyjWDkQF64NL1ZR2QzAkpYYxgLjTt0XeI3ruu9Y0L8dJGCx56xZ29ninHdTwwAPVxDYqi4jI6tMcG5ZHSeeMm2a_Q4F91JiIjU2hlWAsaa-8qe-nAsz5QmFfZjrbar7UkKea2hyUBbE/s320/photo%2528114%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695476009898227122" border="0" /></a><br />Lia Kate's maiden voyage to the American Girl Store. She came out with Bitty Twins ... one for her and one for Britton.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzMF0I90gDEuVoIRLDNSx2V0imOG5_CU9A53fLE7kUlpFIZdYZImt7I9jCCjoZWHBIJ1jCJVXMIAd5OlmYyI5ifu4cnOf5w86OSXUd5qAtm-goulbHYZfLrVs5CSzKR0PspRl13WF5Ic/s1600/photo%2528120%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSzMF0I90gDEuVoIRLDNSx2V0imOG5_CU9A53fLE7kUlpFIZdYZImt7I9jCCjoZWHBIJ1jCJVXMIAd5OlmYyI5ifu4cnOf5w86OSXUd5qAtm-goulbHYZfLrVs5CSzKR0PspRl13WF5Ic/s320/photo%2528120%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695476018521571714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQm9fhBmGmCZukODao4F__NRcX4x1qSKnbtpWRnNjChcE7qh5Sjr-g09_teCQC8eu01HV8LVjY5tzFEsydUS9jblPt7wNe2BBDH4z38FUrNkgj3xMWqQur5S7e5N0C4mvhct861YOP_F8/s1600/photo%2528130%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQm9fhBmGmCZukODao4F__NRcX4x1qSKnbtpWRnNjChcE7qh5Sjr-g09_teCQC8eu01HV8LVjY5tzFEsydUS9jblPt7wNe2BBDH4z38FUrNkgj3xMWqQur5S7e5N0C4mvhct861YOP_F8/s320/photo%2528130%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695478946805956610" border="0" /></a><br />And, seriously, Britton's doll looks just like him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nOxl1aZd7sa1gDds6_vb-DldhqVdjNLu51QpGTyyLVA9KCncTVP449vB4ssdyO-uZ29m16JGQSwAIE5efpRDy-6NIO2o_m1xfdvDdFPhW7_HDibxgGzTZviTH-xo7KAb5iSjF087OOI/s1600/photo%2528121%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nOxl1aZd7sa1gDds6_vb-DldhqVdjNLu51QpGTyyLVA9KCncTVP449vB4ssdyO-uZ29m16JGQSwAIE5efpRDy-6NIO2o_m1xfdvDdFPhW7_HDibxgGzTZviTH-xo7KAb5iSjF087OOI/s320/photo%2528121%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695478920007266802" border="0" /></a><br />Such a fun, low-key Christmas! Looking forward to 2012 and all that it will bring!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-56438041485420589202011-12-22T14:08:00.000-06:002011-12-22T14:08:00.291-06:00She Likes Tea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhZXI7lX2tGo8wfKgyHGydnRymd2EjqynuLPWm8UzHyk3MkLFoEphBwz415pyKn33hbVDyWCmhpz64PJhwDAN7iTThOgMiFA_0ht5XWQsQcDtlFt5zrjggNAQrhUFpVWvwbNqs2Zp7fQ/s1600/photo%252893%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvhZXI7lX2tGo8wfKgyHGydnRymd2EjqynuLPWm8UzHyk3MkLFoEphBwz415pyKn33hbVDyWCmhpz64PJhwDAN7iTThOgMiFA_0ht5XWQsQcDtlFt5zrjggNAQrhUFpVWvwbNqs2Zp7fQ/s400/photo%252893%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685707618005881858" border="0" /></a><br />My little girl loves drinking hot tea from our Chinese restaurant. It is pretty cute to see such a little thing sipping on hot tea.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-25426620619098921192011-12-21T14:17:00.004-06:002011-12-21T14:26:35.119-06:00Happy Two Years Together!From sullen and somber ...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFo-ddLEUi0Kvoe0tZ0F0paJZWNfk_KwDAmtcvMk4EcKk3XPqBXg3YarOwe6AhyLwkgp7Sb_-1AGo6V5rCIvXdvuB3sB7gcdIZX6xoAhO5nBLBURzm0hgEcoKGseeZFr-v5LKTXJqB4M/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFo-ddLEUi0Kvoe0tZ0F0paJZWNfk_KwDAmtcvMk4EcKk3XPqBXg3YarOwe6AhyLwkgp7Sb_-1AGo6V5rCIvXdvuB3sB7gcdIZX6xoAhO5nBLBURzm0hgEcoKGseeZFr-v5LKTXJqB4M/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688679910735045970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />... to all out sass...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpIf3NNmbaDhd37j-IgWm2TifnHQBcsjtjlGwxvzYb322k8d8PgzzbqC-OuGciIZuJhTXqAHGYrNKoHPwhEbP92i1Fg8FdXiwwjVglSXCGG3WDtNk8E2vqV05og3pTsQIGGIfuij7JY0/s1600/DSC_0007_2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpIf3NNmbaDhd37j-IgWm2TifnHQBcsjtjlGwxvzYb322k8d8PgzzbqC-OuGciIZuJhTXqAHGYrNKoHPwhEbP92i1Fg8FdXiwwjVglSXCGG3WDtNk8E2vqV05og3pTsQIGGIfuij7JY0/s400/DSC_0007_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688679905811821954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The last two years have been both lovely and love-filled.<br /><br />Happy Gotcha Day, Lia Kate!<br /><br />We plan to celebrate tonight by going out to our favorite Chinese food restaurant. The Sass has requested "hot tea in a little cup."<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-415017939780724322011-12-20T19:00:00.001-06:002011-12-21T14:16:34.694-06:00Last Night EverMy most recent Facebook status:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqailF94gTnOtwn5xO2q6LnbwY4Kejfb63mZtg74mbZqguBObuUTiLezAk5PT0IxDXDF2hsRuCjDTArRlvWbf8fqGDqeOA2HuTd6gce9Ea_40gppG_4mWGW31p_rjt3_gEuU_giZzGBIY/s1600/liakate.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqailF94gTnOtwn5xO2q6LnbwY4Kejfb63mZtg74mbZqguBObuUTiLezAk5PT0IxDXDF2hsRuCjDTArRlvWbf8fqGDqeOA2HuTd6gce9Ea_40gppG_4mWGW31p_rjt3_gEuU_giZzGBIY/s400/liakate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688677644208153490" border="0" /></a><br />Two years ago tonight, our daughter spent her last night ever in an orphanage. Coincidentally, it was also her last night ever in any sort of yellow, orange & navy clothing ensemble. But I digress...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-9389058401342427092011-12-14T12:00:00.001-06:002011-12-14T12:09:43.763-06:00Dancing Queen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaSLBVZbusrVON6Zbs5_8AhDAu0moO5_y6SPFxmQ3q5NLFg2YEOEr40jMHuZk0uqsv5AwCeY9VDViifh7Eoy_piNHuynwsyQF-kfdufxl7w2MNJDVnEIFeMafNWDA-_8WG18UOsm4dy8/s1600/photo%252890%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieaSLBVZbusrVON6Zbs5_8AhDAu0moO5_y6SPFxmQ3q5NLFg2YEOEr40jMHuZk0uqsv5AwCeY9VDViifh7Eoy_piNHuynwsyQF-kfdufxl7w2MNJDVnEIFeMafNWDA-_8WG18UOsm4dy8/s320/photo%252890%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685705608881215538" border="0" /></a><br />My little girl started taking dance classes this Fall. She loves it. It is actually her first thing to do apart from her brother and I wasn't sure how she was going to handle doing something completely on her own with no one that she knows. She was very tentative at first, but she has really come out of her shell. The dance rooms have a wall of mirrored windows, so the parents get to sit and watch. It is a sweet time to see her do something that she enjoys all on her own.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN625sfLMjWf4P_b0F5cmsXGvIg7q5GUyC9l5JxmT1L6To6f9UGm9trzTmKakcsYEE3hUpX0JDhAykxXRMM19KOxENWHSc2ryK6uLtugy3QmfmrdX8tF5YNSXcK4PrF2shGJk4FQ3cQU/s1600/photo%252889%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBN625sfLMjWf4P_b0F5cmsXGvIg7q5GUyC9l5JxmT1L6To6f9UGm9trzTmKakcsYEE3hUpX0JDhAykxXRMM19KOxENWHSc2ryK6uLtugy3QmfmrdX8tF5YNSXcK4PrF2shGJk4FQ3cQU/s320/photo%252889%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685705603762739922" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-13477870338285425092011-12-08T15:08:00.008-06:002011-12-14T13:05:24.998-06:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in our house. It all started early this month when we went to get our Christmas tree...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WGg6dA7j9hyphenhyphenzo8QJqSVDLBo0dc56ZrzdKeyN66qBwSS3LPFzj7Dk8QHEn3OysHB1aOFoQtKxsfLGoewbhlJ8imQDeEu4V7N_tVNtw-NzUnR-4l9r2_Nv9fSTbQ6YhG7wo8BblYee0MU/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WGg6dA7j9hyphenhyphenzo8QJqSVDLBo0dc56ZrzdKeyN66qBwSS3LPFzj7Dk8QHEn3OysHB1aOFoQtKxsfLGoewbhlJ8imQDeEu4V7N_tVNtw-NzUnR-4l9r2_Nv9fSTbQ6YhG7wo8BblYee0MU/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683873939264108658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RKqof8npkgnM1SeR3I_XhS7ZqrAfqo7gGaa8svtLvhXlBPVaHRB-KJwNI2ym3KDouca1tIPLP1UfuTwaEEDSJltZtH3IoLv22kMQUJDCzWixxKhwj_xvSevkqKz2d-sClpHjEUn30h0/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RKqof8npkgnM1SeR3I_XhS7ZqrAfqo7gGaa8svtLvhXlBPVaHRB-KJwNI2ym3KDouca1tIPLP1UfuTwaEEDSJltZtH3IoLv22kMQUJDCzWixxKhwj_xvSevkqKz2d-sClpHjEUn30h0/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683873957203530754" border="0" /></a><br />We found the one within a few minutes of being there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZgQ91CCKn57OGzxJSnPQqJmAt7eSvMLfNHCqSAliMtT_BUUhfe07TN3UKNl3OQfat1VkozXT1DNH9p4Mb_Bb7QACPjsWOVeUl6IW5nQ8r1MYmdFSUM5aB5VW_crjnf0hp_8nRHJogP8/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZgQ91CCKn57OGzxJSnPQqJmAt7eSvMLfNHCqSAliMtT_BUUhfe07TN3UKNl3OQfat1VkozXT1DNH9p4Mb_Bb7QACPjsWOVeUl6IW5nQ8r1MYmdFSUM5aB5VW_crjnf0hp_8nRHJogP8/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683873952149115042" border="0" /></a><br />The kiddos were pretty excited about picking out their "Chrih-ma tree".<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPaNeP6ib1sU5T0mQlMbOJMnX7d2mdJgNqTrHfwDpWKhcvt97UZMkDCq7BWj-B9XxEoP9lOPl-18hpjPFPF8mjwHtihniONgFRTEhctk7_eOW_9Jyd2nMxddO0sqV5C3rO3VSv145mNs/s1600/CSC_0385.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPaNeP6ib1sU5T0mQlMbOJMnX7d2mdJgNqTrHfwDpWKhcvt97UZMkDCq7BWj-B9XxEoP9lOPl-18hpjPFPF8mjwHtihniONgFRTEhctk7_eOW_9Jyd2nMxddO0sqV5C3rO3VSv145mNs/s320/CSC_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683873936071368562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Once we got the lights on the tree, I followed our tradition by putting two presents under the tree.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzAvEsK1Rfeg7tpHe-HfN68FdVN-ymy6LAYVjZLxr703fN5Ha8TwOZifSHXAh1hWQj84MMvYfo2kbI6u-szp8iF-YIDfm9I6jaf6qDBt0D8T5RntToB5VhwGtc2AJUQrkCLIB0lZGOZc/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzAvEsK1Rfeg7tpHe-HfN68FdVN-ymy6LAYVjZLxr703fN5Ha8TwOZifSHXAh1hWQj84MMvYfo2kbI6u-szp8iF-YIDfm9I6jaf6qDBt0D8T5RntToB5VhwGtc2AJUQrkCLIB0lZGOZc/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683873964726805682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In them were their new...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXyJPr4Pe8Jv6PG_NQ_20GAFsTBLJbsuOPied_O6u8rcRt6wiq3bPpqjbUoN13r2wRTJeZXOcf9z2iSr7Ku4Rp0y8DJ_5cSEWcEd53aoM_mkSao4JBGaEGE4GtI4_EiXisKSbKB1HaYI/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXyJPr4Pe8Jv6PG_NQ_20GAFsTBLJbsuOPied_O6u8rcRt6wiq3bPpqjbUoN13r2wRTJeZXOcf9z2iSr7Ku4Rp0y8DJ_5cSEWcEd53aoM_mkSao4JBGaEGE4GtI4_EiXisKSbKB1HaYI/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683874768028845250" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas jammies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBYEeydLnC6JMDjO8gk0JJ8XAL_4vz6Ss4T0mvPLYgOV8bU6G16dMDkVr8BtAPPE2zH6BA6Wbv4Q1FOs1jnMluJUAhuEHZZnG2-z8d8XOrRcXIsJIR-wuJ99T416CkOa-CHFw6Nf8h5k/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBYEeydLnC6JMDjO8gk0JJ8XAL_4vz6Ss4T0mvPLYgOV8bU6G16dMDkVr8BtAPPE2zH6BA6Wbv4Q1FOs1jnMluJUAhuEHZZnG2-z8d8XOrRcXIsJIR-wuJ99T416CkOa-CHFw6Nf8h5k/s320/DSC_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683874803936761794" border="0" /></a><br />I love seeing kiddos in Christmas pajamas!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1rvE7uP0_qENvOYOpwH7aJ511m6SobTj8AgudcpxMhcPS3qSBvh8gTK3J3sEtQCLWPpvhe3n1qgq7iPSMlXrp24k8Hw-5sTx6KAWkakoqOad-SexMmFiAHpUOzMGgji22WuNBwiyiwE/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1rvE7uP0_qENvOYOpwH7aJ511m6SobTj8AgudcpxMhcPS3qSBvh8gTK3J3sEtQCLWPpvhe3n1qgq7iPSMlXrp24k8Hw-5sTx6KAWkakoqOad-SexMmFiAHpUOzMGgji22WuNBwiyiwE/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683875491467844578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAF0l_Zs30VeLPFM-xm4-5U_wf1bE0kT6UxxHrRSvl7RieTJewIQ6i1_EGahoTmCSxlw6RlFUXzxwno-vA6J7PdatVceuL6wMr72x8GoDNVh-e_hCj8bd6PUhd3D7ljQPbqFV4lwy2TaE/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAF0l_Zs30VeLPFM-xm4-5U_wf1bE0kT6UxxHrRSvl7RieTJewIQ6i1_EGahoTmCSxlw6RlFUXzxwno-vA6J7PdatVceuL6wMr72x8GoDNVh-e_hCj8bd6PUhd3D7ljQPbqFV4lwy2TaE/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683875495352477954" border="0" /></a><br />We decorated the tree.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebVzcOOQQNkafVjCMfTH5ARx2-gxaZI2l6OHIn7p2YQg0NvAxa2XrO77x7iRsJ5SJvHLVCDXGKJau6ZaF27_o15r5EcMLNZ85A2brhMNTLQ0Epys96_Uwhj31Xthk7pbBWrxAXnUq_Ec/s1600/DSC_0312.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebVzcOOQQNkafVjCMfTH5ARx2-gxaZI2l6OHIn7p2YQg0NvAxa2XrO77x7iRsJ5SJvHLVCDXGKJau6ZaF27_o15r5EcMLNZ85A2brhMNTLQ0Epys96_Uwhj31Xthk7pbBWrxAXnUq_Ec/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683874788442274770" border="0" /></a><br />We posed in our new jammies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDMv77LZ6m7-G7TkjGDSf2tW7Vmddg5PMa-Hq5znut6DjxMwU9Cx824-d6kIHC4XP_kvFmm3C4CZcW7CKwtPQH1p8zvSJQ1eZaFGbPVRkAbSc6wdBCKiIkviT3gjmScKgue3k8gcDwbE/s1600/DSC_0311.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDMv77LZ6m7-G7TkjGDSf2tW7Vmddg5PMa-Hq5znut6DjxMwU9Cx824-d6kIHC4XP_kvFmm3C4CZcW7CKwtPQH1p8zvSJQ1eZaFGbPVRkAbSc6wdBCKiIkviT3gjmScKgue3k8gcDwbE/s320/DSC_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683874784064666738" border="0" /></a><br />We had meltdowns.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjA-4o2HvGRnWopmCxFLCiWFvtD_q8X2tAeZ12-EnTDX4Mo15942YQQCOo8piKCmr7MHIPX4LQgztEMXiIwvlu29Ji1fUM8HmtfABTuUG75eG4hzo3DBe9nljbymkLVD2GjAeLuhE-8FA/s1600/CSC_0384.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjA-4o2HvGRnWopmCxFLCiWFvtD_q8X2tAeZ12-EnTDX4Mo15942YQQCOo8piKCmr7MHIPX4LQgztEMXiIwvlu29Ji1fUM8HmtfABTuUG75eG4hzo3DBe9nljbymkLVD2GjAeLuhE-8FA/s320/CSC_0384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683874762284644370" border="0" /></a><br />We drank eggnog and had cookies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLX2ayhnDMF_hyphenhyphenzwJWtGc8UYpThQx3hbx46RIphS-edDa7isaQ-5ozKzXloLTeCOhzla8ey9GsRqM8dqHc42e_WwXu_VNqEMsq5KrtS0QmTjmCbARr9J0Gm-akV-XHkEfRaykhxAzBV1U/s1600/CSC_0383.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcJ60U9tb5HiNhn6EZBZBGKqW_qndXVOT6aTvX_MKHRwR6hvOLEgYTmKbHFRWzc4npE6qUOX3o5fszWSNUMdQoaMRP01FAQPaSF_2Z50vszh1YK7IJWXMPGS1hgfQbKOftpo_q-c8yZM/s320/photo%252894%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686061919296635010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We are also working through our advent calendar. I printed out <a href="http://happyhomefairy.com/2010/11/30/bible-verse-advent-cards-free-printables/">these free kid-oriented advent verses</a>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZSOYMgiqiTilMqF0UIYf4139Vif0eKFOFS0KV13XVJJ3By1BJQTKINg52TUXvVb9TNN4G7YI0FTvaWfh33H4BfYFM0K7CmPr1PplWU85TvNLc1tC9zIzNMEnPcmH8DhvPs01QN3drnY/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZSOYMgiqiTilMqF0UIYf4139Vif0eKFOFS0KV13XVJJ3By1BJQTKINg52TUXvVb9TNN4G7YI0FTvaWfh33H4BfYFM0K7CmPr1PplWU85TvNLc1tC9zIzNMEnPcmH8DhvPs01QN3drnY/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683877391792831650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And the kids are counting down the days (or at least the days we remember to do this) with these guys that I found in the dollar spot at Target.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD7KvLkbXHwt_HSqqqkCWyucLsQTMU61kOHypheky6u0wRhn2kclHW8llgaelVy-pA1CRX2TYhIxAfnUivSOdqRA0o9Qc1djxs8bn4dn14nYJxoauqfTsgyTBJi4V6v6vp7uMiPVf5S8/s1600/CSC_0366.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD7KvLkbXHwt_HSqqqkCWyucLsQTMU61kOHypheky6u0wRhn2kclHW8llgaelVy-pA1CRX2TYhIxAfnUivSOdqRA0o9Qc1djxs8bn4dn14nYJxoauqfTsgyTBJi4V6v6vp7uMiPVf5S8/s320/CSC_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683871079850916162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We also have our favorite Christmas books out and are enjoying old faves and new finds...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0Qe9W3_fuE5dQRV3VLTktJhi6UvkpnHgPVruaf1BXq7NyPIA4StuEyh7DccXSD42c_xATl7nDAmPCYdvdhwndP0Vj91znBzOBvUlr3IkJoHS5Sa6x5xUISu-FaNcVFhu8udFMTjiL-o/s1600/CSC_0357.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0Qe9W3_fuE5dQRV3VLTktJhi6UvkpnHgPVruaf1BXq7NyPIA4StuEyh7DccXSD42c_xATl7nDAmPCYdvdhwndP0Vj91znBzOBvUlr3IkJoHS5Sa6x5xUISu-FaNcVFhu8udFMTjiL-o/s320/CSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683871065931248290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And our Advent candles are lit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpN3wLM_6eZDznGWCLTqrmDcBxCsbCZRL6D1UwyclZ7sgrrkwKkGO9KQ6S2a73j6ACvspFbvwJxMKM05QvHJ19BzP8Ioqq64h50jtOG2LA0Dxhy1g0WE3wCDkasHrh0VQAudaY_2Avji4/s1600/CSC_0371.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpN3wLM_6eZDznGWCLTqrmDcBxCsbCZRL6D1UwyclZ7sgrrkwKkGO9KQ6S2a73j6ACvspFbvwJxMKM05QvHJ19BzP8Ioqq64h50jtOG2LA0Dxhy1g0WE3wCDkasHrh0VQAudaY_2Avji4/s320/CSC_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683871082935177458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Loving this December and looking forward to Christmas celebrations with our families!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-90356741424706351802011-12-03T21:34:00.003-06:002011-12-03T22:00:51.685-06:00Thanksgiving ProgramBritton and Lia Kate performed in their first Thanksgiving program at their preschool. All the 3-year-olds were Indians, while the 2-year-olds were turkeys and the 4-year-olds were pilgrims. They had so much fun practicing the songs at home, and both got into singing the words really loud and doing the hand motions. They were both a bit subdued when they got on stage for their program, but at least they didn't run out of the room screaming ... a very plausible scenario!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31XBGC4p2ieBMdcQkBFmCr2IZyBjqgc0k20A4YZMVVEDZLXOtlgmylmH9ZeiFEQZzoypnRPBWIOOwHTp9M7q5yKhqGJVjVOReo40C3cdLq6PFtCRTL_cz6iH8vNM5gIWbj3nT4HtZKS8/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31XBGC4p2ieBMdcQkBFmCr2IZyBjqgc0k20A4YZMVVEDZLXOtlgmylmH9ZeiFEQZzoypnRPBWIOOwHTp9M7q5yKhqGJVjVOReo40C3cdLq6PFtCRTL_cz6iH8vNM5gIWbj3nT4HtZKS8/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682116777675006402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Britton was scanning the room the whole time he was up there, looking for us. His headband pushed his hair down over his eyes and so his head was cocked up, looking out from under his long bangs, trying to find us. It was pretty cute.<br /><br />I had a hard time seeing Lia Kate on stage from where I was sitting. And she was intently looking for us. At one point, the crowds parted and our eyes made contact. Her face lit up. And just then they started singing the I Am Thankful song. "I am thankful, I am thankful, for my family, for my family..." She sang it as she looked at me. It was a precious moment.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybhc_B63OjPfLBRl0GXlfpbSsF5LHLi7QNt_eAcgl5_hCE-Xp8rWhCaddeIqvXkFegoNOz08bSc16c4CyQULibMj8hp-ePB2jD-ke9OfitAs8Ja6OeCsRxSMM9RH0FKYRYXJRoj0Tz7c/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybhc_B63OjPfLBRl0GXlfpbSsF5LHLi7QNt_eAcgl5_hCE-Xp8rWhCaddeIqvXkFegoNOz08bSc16c4CyQULibMj8hp-ePB2jD-ke9OfitAs8Ja6OeCsRxSMM9RH0FKYRYXJRoj0Tz7c/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682116791806437250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOycTlNWc2Yf2RG0cJN9YnyFYHV4o27xT1131zfctt0swYifNQtLYuJBfVGtkPh8xDPJm9dx-Nw3KJOZNzIxcJWa5PlLigai5ozxqCvrAfulhTNE7QNsTFxGD8XEHv1sjM9WH6sD_iHk/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOycTlNWc2Yf2RG0cJN9YnyFYHV4o27xT1131zfctt0swYifNQtLYuJBfVGtkPh8xDPJm9dx-Nw3KJOZNzIxcJWa5PlLigai5ozxqCvrAfulhTNE7QNsTFxGD8XEHv1sjM9WH6sD_iHk/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682116774120482194" border="0" /></a><br />We went back to their preschool rooms after the program and admired all the turkey art.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEido6ZPk5MBZBPU5JRFFtm5zYTxnO2tF9CZvxZYV9W-0VqPUf1YDXuL431CBNOFAHanlaFJIxK0GJnAe3XSrUTXlhaewIFe6O4OhRg-kmUCP2W5hR90XjyBAa2hVwGYb0E83I0GCWuKkdc/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEido6ZPk5MBZBPU5JRFFtm5zYTxnO2tF9CZvxZYV9W-0VqPUf1YDXuL431CBNOFAHanlaFJIxK0GJnAe3XSrUTXlhaewIFe6O4OhRg-kmUCP2W5hR90XjyBAa2hVwGYb0E83I0GCWuKkdc/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682112472137671346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_E4AN5LxUTHKPQSOtcgYojiR6_GmwX7qqqpn1OdqMknyxnzmWiFJ-rmYbRUd17JZOoA9ck-u_hlHOEl79q3UvveAZYi8PQ70oUT5g96v_Iw_0uRN1rWdVrYGZnr1MBmiRbJX22ucL-E/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_E4AN5LxUTHKPQSOtcgYojiR6_GmwX7qqqpn1OdqMknyxnzmWiFJ-rmYbRUd17JZOoA9ck-u_hlHOEl79q3UvveAZYi8PQ70oUT5g96v_Iw_0uRN1rWdVrYGZnr1MBmiRbJX22ucL-E/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682112494349999362" border="0" /></a><br />Loved seeing what Lia Kate was thankful for. I thought it was funny that giraffes made her thankful tree. As I looked around the room, I saw a huge giraffe cut out on the wall. I'm guessing that was her inspiration. And love that my Mima made her thankful tree! ;o)<br /><br />(Pic of Britton's thankful tree to be added!)<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7619300156266560254.post-69524757909790946852011-11-05T14:05:00.000-05:002011-12-13T14:08:51.417-06:00My Pumpkins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gj2xKQ-_8g_JE629KCbpiH-QwaK81XDEAOkGfVmMAQn5l3AdjIsWe2Ogo1SquV9m_JZqRSf3HRtIInRTQ_0ORnk62KKLE5maTQxqGQ-2te-pPiCSjc4yhmBRaR061lfC4NAHuKHxYUY/s1600/photo%252892%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0gj2xKQ-_8g_JE629KCbpiH-QwaK81XDEAOkGfVmMAQn5l3AdjIsWe2Ogo1SquV9m_JZqRSf3HRtIInRTQ_0ORnk62KKLE5maTQxqGQ-2te-pPiCSjc4yhmBRaR061lfC4NAHuKHxYUY/s400/photo%252892%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685706999104588066" border="0" /></a><br />Here are my pumpkins in their pumpkin outfits. I love making these shirts for them and I sure am going to miss it when they will be too old to wear them, which for Britton is on the horizon. Boo.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/233/2B8B066175C3DF69902B433F42ABF421.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0