tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89473001389820285752024-03-13T23:28:07.621-07:00Ad Absurdumamywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-63323404665534342292013-07-16T19:01:00.000-07:002013-07-16T19:01:13.935-07:00New City, New Life, New Blog NameI hope changing the name of my blog won't confuse my millions of avid readers! I know it's been over a year since my last update. My goal is to blog at least once a week but let's be realistic...this is me we're talking about. With out upcoming move though I have been told by more than one person that it is imperative to get the blog up and running again so everyone can stay up to date with Sadie and Savi. I doubt the same people would be as insistent if it was just me and Robby but I don't blame them...the girls are much more interesting. So, I promise to try.<br />
It won't be all todders and tiaras though. Who knows what other delights I will feel the need to share with the world (a very small population of the world, I should say) If you are just joining me on this journey in blogdom let me do a quick update on us.<br />
The hubs joined the Navy in February. Why, you may ask? It's a long story and I'm not in the mood to write about it, so there! Let's just say it was a good idea and we haven't regretted it...yet. Due to the career change we will be moving from<br />
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That is Connecticut for those of you who failed US Geography. Here is a list of common questions I am asked about our upcoming move. <br />
1. Are you excited? <em>Yes.</em><br />
2. Are you scared? <em>Not really. Anxious is a better word.</em><br />
3. How are you getting there? <em>We are flying. My dad is driving the car.</em><br />
4. Won't your dad be lonely? <em>No. He listens to books and sermons to pass the time. He will be wiser when he arrives.</em><br />
5. Where will you live? <em>In a house. No, it's not made of candy.</em><br />
6. Are you going to try and get a job teaching? <em>No. My certificate is from TX, not CT. They aren't interchangeable. I would have to take tons of tests and extra classes to get certified in CT and frankly I'm not that intersted.</em><br />
7. What will you do? <em>I am going to raise bees.</em> <br />
8. Really?<em> No. I have two children who are pretty needy so I guess I will hang out with them and, you know, raise them and stuff.</em><br />
9. When will Robby be deployed? <em>I have no idea. He is still in school so it won't be for awhile.</em><br />
10. Will he even be deployed? Isn't Obama sending the troops home? <em>Robby is in the Navy. They deploy regardless...to protect our ocean perimeter.</em> <em>Why are you an idiot? Stop talking.</em><br />
11. What are you reading right now? <em>That's not a Navy question but I will answer anyway... I am reading Insurgent by Veronica Roth. I've read it before but the next book is coming out soon so I wanted to read it again.</em><br />
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My sweet babies twirling together! <br />
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It's hard to believe that Savi has been with us for an entire year! I know all parents say this but it seriously went by so fast. I don't blog often because my computer is painfully slow because it's old and creaky but I had to celebrate my sweet Savannah's first year. So here we go</div>
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Like most women who have been pregnant the full 40 months (weeks...whatever) I was ready to NOT be pregnant anymore. After what felt like 20 hours of labor but was actually only 17 this little red screaming thing was born! At 8 pounds 6 ounces she was dubbed "chunkers" by the nurses. She was perfectly happy to sleep all day and didn't enjoy her routine being disrupted but she took it all in stride.</div>
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A few <em>days</em> (not weeks) later she was finally on the move...and so was I! She discovered the toy room and spent many a happy hour exploring all she could get her hands on.</div>
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Now here we are! June 10, 2012 and she is a busy, goofy, sweet little rambunctious 1 year old who keeps up busy and laughing!</div>
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I was trying to think of a way to describe Savi so that I could really paint a picture of this little girl whose personality threatens to bubble over each minute of the day. I then remembered that I actually wrote a song about her a few weeks ago. Now, I'm not a song writer per se but this all came about one night at about 1:00 in the morning. Savi was having trouble sleeping so she was playing in the living room while I sat on the couch watching TV like a zombie. She kept going for the TV remote and taking out all the DVD's so i kept having to get up and "redirect" her attention which did not make her happy. I found myself humming about all the things that Savi loved to play with that were off limits and it turned into a song that I had to write down because I wanted a reminder of how busy she was at this age since it's so easy to forget all the little things. So here is Savi's song. Please sing along. It is to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from the Sound of Music.<br />
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Buttons that light up and<br />
Jewelry that rattles<br />
Screaming game<br />
Fighting in the "hold me" battles<br />
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Wires and hair bands, just any old string<br />
These are a few of Sav's favorite things!<br />
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An unlocked cell phone and<br />
Someone to say "hi" to<br />
Gnawing and drooling on<br />
just any old shoe<br />
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Mom's make-up and dancing when Sadiebug sings<br />
These are a few of Sav's favorite things.<br />
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Stealing the remote when<br />
Daddy's not looking<br />
Hugging on Mom's leg<br />
while she's busy cooking<br />
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Yelling in public and causing a scene<br />
These are a few of Sav's favorite things...<br />
Saying bye bye<br />
when bottles run dry<br />
this makes Savi mad!<br />
But if you distract her with one of these things...<br />
then she won't feel so bad!!!<br />
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So there you have it! <br />
I jokingly call her my Sour Patch kid because she can be a little booger by stealing toys and doing what she's not supposed to do with a smile (like unplugging the ancient computer which means i will have to spend 30 minutes trying to turn it back on) but she can also be so sweet and cuddle with you and talk in this sing song voice and giggle. <br />
All in all...it's been an unforgettable year and I don't know what we would do without our Sour Patch Savi! She has taught us that the heart will expand to let you love as many children as God gives you unconditionally, she has taught us patience, perseverance, and most importantly...that you can have your cake and if your sneaky enough...eat Sadie's too!<br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET SAVI!!!</div>
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Yesterday we took our two little valentines to celebrate! Growing up it took me a few years to realize that Valentines Day was a romantic holiday for most people because we were always our Dad's valentines and we would get a box of chocolates every year. In fact, we still get a box of chocolates even though we have extended our family of valentines to include husbands, boyfriends (Jen, not me) and kiddos! I am not eager for that tradition to end any time soon! </div>
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Anywhoo, to start off our Valentine celebration we went to Fuddruckers to eat lunch. It was a little nippy out so Sadie got a chance to wear her super cool hat. She didn't want to take it off. Now, as most of you parents know it is nearly impossible to get a picture of a toddler's full face so I was super psyched to get this shot! </div>
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Savi wanted in on the fun too! Aren't my girlies pretty in pink (and purple). Here we are waiting for Daddy to get our drinks and cheeseburgers!</div>
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This is my ill fated attempt to get a shot of me with the girls. I think Savi's little eyes over the table is HILARIOUS!<br />
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This was the fifth picture I took of Robby and Savi and it's the closest thing to a smile I could get from him. I think he does that just to annoy me.<br />
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After a delicious lunch of cheeseburgers, fries and cookies we packed up our precious cargo to head to the Science Spectrum! Savi is pretty generous with her smiles but that doesn't mean I don't want as many pictures of them as I can get. SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!</div>
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Now, I am going to turn the blog over to the girls. The Science Spectrum has a new Children's Musuem with lots of cool stuff for small kids to do. They wanted to narrate their own adventures of this day. First up is Savi!<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Thank you Mother. I shall begin with how various toys tasted. I didn't get the chance to taste everything because my parent's kept saying "NO!" and taking the things away but I did manage a few licks here and there. This was a fish that tasted nothing like what I imagine fish should taste like. I tried to send it back to the kitchen but Mom just wiped it off and tossed it back in the fish bin.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Here I am with a miniature replica of a World War II machine gun. I don't know how we won that war with such shoddy weapons. All this did was blow some pinwheel things around. I guess Germans are a light bunch.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">After experimenting with heavy artillary I rode my first Hog! It didn't have a lot a horsepower but I guess that is a good thing because I didn't want to scare the other kids with my dare devil speed!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">This was my least favorite exhibit. The stones were supposed to light up but I guess they were ageist because they wouldn't light up for babies. The only reason this one is illuminated is because my mom stepped on it. I plan on writing a strongly worded letter.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Oh ok...this is hilarious. I can hardly type I'm laughing so hard. Tee Hee Hee! This was the pet shop room where we can play with various stuffed dogs only Mom put ME in one of the kennels! It was so funny!!!! I'm not a dog but I'm in the dog pen. Bwha ha ha ha!!! My mom is such a card sometimes!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">The dogs are fake? Right Mom? Right?????</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Oh yeah, I can walk now. I'm pretty much grown up like Sadie. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Ah, here I am in a boat. I won't ask why there is a boat in the middle of what is clearly a forest. I also don't know why my mom thought this was a moment to capture but she kept giggling something about a tiny baby, big boat. Whatever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Now is the time for me to introduce you to my stalker. Apparently she thought I was "the bee's knees" because she proceeded to follow me around for about 15 minutes. Here I was just trying to enjoy the ding ding tree (those colored things ding...in case you were confused) and she kept trying to take my bow off and bascially get all up in my grill.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Here we are at my favorite part of the museum!!! It was a tunnel with fish tanks on either side and above me. It didn't take me long to figure out that they weren't really fish tanks but TV screens. I don't think other children will be as astute as I am but it was still enjoyable. Yes, I realize my stalker is still there. Creepy right?</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Ok, I was trying to be tolerant of the crazy baby but trying to hone in on my precious Daddy time is the last straw! Where is this child's parents? He is MY Daddy and I am about to open a can of whoop diaper on this chick!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Finally "someone's" parent's came an got here and Daddy and I were able to resume our memory making together. Isn't he just the cutest?!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Now I know I was going to let Sadie tell her adventures next but my mom started this blog at 4:00 in the afternoon and it is now almost 8. I think it's safe to say that due to all the interruptions and YouTube not working properly she has lost her enthusiasium for this particular post. I'm sure she will allow Sadie to have a turn tomorrow. Goodnight!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Ollo! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Actually it's hello.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Oh, Hello! I have been wanting to get on here for so long but my mom had this crazy "not until you're 6 months old" rule about blogging. Well, that time is finally here and I can set some things straight about yours truly. My big sister has been misrepresenting me in a most unforgiveable fashion. Hmmjipnh;fueanjo;m mio;puafko Ahhhhhhhh!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Sorry about that. She just pulled a towel over her head and couldn't get it off. (she really did).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">I'm okay! You know that feeling when you're rolling over and your hands (which are still a bit hard to control) grab a stray burp towel and pull it over your own head. Then your hands decide to let go and you're stuck like an upside turtle unable to breathe or see and you're pretty certain that the end is near? Whew!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Actually Sav I think it's safe to say most of our readers are well over the age of 6 months so they probably don't know that feeling.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Actually Mom </span><span style="color: black;">(sarcasm from the baby...awesome) </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">I think it's safe to say that everyone of MY readers have been 6 months old at some point in their life so they will know exactly what I am talking about. In fact I have just decided the theme for my blog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Oh yeah, what's that?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">It's called "you know that feeling....." and I bet everyone will be able to relate to the triumphs and hazards I have found myself in over this past half year. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You can't just make up words Mother!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">You and your sister....I swear!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You know that feeling when you get a new present and your big sister totally encroaches on your playtime under the guise of "showing you how it works" when you have been successfully playing with it for 5 minutes? I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You know that feeling when your parents put a tree up in your house, put twinkly lights on it and before you decide whether or not they are insane (er) </span><span style="color: black;">Hey! </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">you decide to check it out and get stuck underneath it because you are mesmerized by all the colors...like a moth to a flame? And instead of saving your life your parent's just start snapping pictures even though they know that the camera flash has the same effect? I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You know that feeling when you are trying to sit up to drink a bottle but your mom has put such a huge bow on your head it weighs you down? I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Oh please, you were halfway smiling.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Only on the outside Mom. Inside I was crying.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">As I was saying... You know that feeling when the same day you were forced to wear the bow that is bigger than your head your parents furthur traumatized you by letting you "play" inside the mouth of the giant hippo at the mall. I do. (and I still have nightmares)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Ummm...you were asleep. Moving on!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You know that feeling when you are learning to crawl and you want to crawl forward with every ounce of strength you have, but for some unknown reason you keep crawling backwards until you end up halfway under the ottoman? I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Then you call and call for help and this is what your parent's do instead of saving your life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You know that feeling when you sit up on your own for the first time ever and your parent's are really excited and telling you what a big girl you are and how proud they are of you...and you're just trying to hide the sheer panic you feel because you aren't sure how you are going to get back down from this new position? I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You know that feeling when your big sister tells everyone that you have stolen her special blue seat when the truth is it was given to you and while you may not exactly fit in it yet, it doesn't make it less yours? I do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">And speaking of my older sister....You know that moment when you realize that your bigger supposedly "wiser" sister who you are supposed to emulate is well...special? I do!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Who takes a bath with their clothes on? Honestly? </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I can't argue with that. It is pretty weird.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">I guess some may call her brilliant. I would probably be more inclined to say nicer things about her if she would stop taking my crackly toys away from me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Hey now, I have your back on that. I always take them away and give them back to you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">You don't see everything Mom. And she is one sneaky McSneakerson.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Ok, I'm sorry. I will keep a closer eye on her from now on. You should probably wrap this blog up. I think it's long enough for your first blog. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Just keeping it real Mama!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I hope you enjoyed Savi's first blog. I found it very eye-opening myself. </span><br />
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G'day! It's me Sadie!(Thanks Mom for that super humilitaing introduction and picture) I know, it has been waaaaay to long since I have updated my fans on my exciting and glamourous life. I would apologize but instead I am going to make excuses. I have been really busy breaking in the new baby. It has been exhausting. I wonder if all babies are this unreasonable when it comes to training or if it's just Savi? I know you guys are really only interested in hearing about ME and MY adventures but Savi has begged me to give you an update on her. She's still pretty young so I am going to humor her...</div>
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Some of the things Savi enjoys (besides eating, pooping and NOT sleeping) include:<br />
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Being waited on hand and foot by Caden and Jordan (who make waaay to big a deal over her...I'm not bitter or anything but I remember when I used to get that much attention from the boys)<br />
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Let's see...Savi also enjoys playing on Duke's IPad (she's Tech Saavy) LOL! I made a joke!!!<br />
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Of course we all enjoy the wonders of the IPad.<br />
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Recently she has taken quite a shine to the Christmas tree. She can't keep her grubby little mitts off of it in fact.<br />
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I squeezed under there with her to see what the big deal was. It was alright...I didn't feel the overwhelming need to squeal loudly like Sav did but I guess I can see why she likes it. <br />
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I have been meaning to talk to my mom and dad about this but Savi has a problem and I think we need to have an intervention. She can't go more than 4 hours without hitting the bottle and she drinks until she passes out, vomits, or both. Case in point....<br />
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I am also into lawn care and helped Duke and Nana out with their move by pre-mowing the lawn.<br />
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I have my own special mowing style that most don't understand. Genius is a lonely word.<br />
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I found a beautiful flower that Mom wouldn't let me keep. To bad Nana wasn't there. She truly understands my definition of beauty.<br />
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I have been honing my stacking skills. (My Dad may or may not have contributed to this awe inspiring tower)<br />
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When we visited Nana and Duke's house my cousin Amaya had the pleasure of getting to have me at her 9th birthday party! She didn't want me to leave her side but eventually I let her play with her friends because I didn't want them too feel bad.<br />
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I was so excited to see my Nana and Papa too! Not only are they a hoot but we got to open some early Christmas presents! I was so young last year I didn't really understand the point of wrapping paper but this year I totally get it!<br />
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Savi watched how it was done and followed suite. She is soooo lucky to have me as a role model.<br />
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I was astounded to discover a whole castle just for me!!! The best part is that it is SweetPea's castle who happens to be my all time favorite Veggie Tale character.<br />
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I tried my hardest to hold all the little pieces at the same time. I had to do this. It was very important.<br />
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She was very grateful to me.<br />
Overall I have been doing well. I've learned to take my clothes off and like to take advantage of my new knowledge whenever possible. There are pictures of that but they aren't internet appropriate, what with all the pervies and yuckies out there. I have also decided that I am too old for naptime and honestly I have so much to accomplish each day there just isn't time to sleep. I would like to state for the record that I have no clue where my parents got the next two pictures.<br />
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Well, I started this blog before 12 and it's 4:30 now so I think I am going to call it a day. It's really hard to sit and get something done without interruptions in this house. There is lots of toy chunking and babies crawling under the tree and getting stuck...then there's the screaming. You know how it is. I will try to not be a bloggy stranger.<br />
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This video starts off a little weird with what Robby is saying but Sadie was actually giving him a "massage" by beating his back and that is what I was trying to capture but she decided to quit performing once I started recording. Isn't that just the way...<br />
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</div>Sadie enjoys her tv time (yes we are bad parents, we let her watch TV before she was two but I am going to be more prudent about the amount of time she spends with The Backyardigans now that I have energy to get off the couch). Here she is watching her FAVORITE actor of all time..herself!! I made a video of her counting skills on my phone and she wanted to watch it over and over. Love the giggle!!<br />
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</div><div align="left">Sadie loves to sing along with The Backyardigans. This is one of her favorite songs. It goes: "Newspaper! Newspaper! Spread it out and read with joy! Newspaper! Newspaper! Courtesy of your local paper boy!" </div><div align="left"><br />
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You may or may not know that Robby resigned from his job in Hart a few months ago. This was a huge leap of faith because neither of us had any other job lined up but Hart just wasn't a good place for us. We had been living in school housing though and the lease was up on the last day of school so we have been living like gypsies this summer going between Rob's parents and mine. Sadie has been doing awesom with all the changes but the pack-n-play no longer holds her so we have been working on getting her in a big girl bed. We're not quite there yet. She has been enjoying her newfound freedom though.<br />
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As it's been 100+ weather for weeks now with no rain to cool things off we have had to find indoor activites. Before I had kids I always said that I would NEVER let my kids play in the germ infested mall playground...oh well! She loves it and I'm sure you will love mine and Robby's thrilling conversation as she plays. <br />
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There aren't many movies that hold Sadie's attention but she is an avid Toy Story fan. She will watch all three all day long if we let her (which we don't). She stole her cousin Jordan's Buzz and Woody so she could re-enact her favorite line: "To Infinity and Beyond!"<br />
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Did you think I had forgotten I have two daughters now? Don't worry, I didn't. I was able to miraculously capture Sadie giving Savi a kiss which she had never done before. Sadie loves to give Savi zerberts on her tiny little toes...I can't tell how Savi feels about this yet.<br />
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Last one!! If you have stuck with me through all the videos you are a true friend! Savi is 6 weeks old and her personality is starting to come out. She is pretty laid back. She likes to look around and lately she has started talking a little bit. This video is twice as exciting because not only do you get to see Savi in all her cuteness you get to hear a one-sided conversation that my mom was having on the phone. <br />
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</div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-65055420904882102732011-07-08T20:26:00.000-07:002011-07-08T20:26:36.091-07:00Picturepalooza!!Savi is 1 month old today! She is a wonderful, sweet baby. Her hobbies are eating, pooping, spitting up, and looking around. She makes funny noises that crack us up. Whenever we move her while she is sleeping she makes a sound that sounds like she's deflating. When we give her a bottle she makes little grunting, snorting sounds like a piglet. I love it!!!<br />
This blog is mainly pictures and I am not even going to try to be clever for two reasons:<br />
1. The pictures speak for themselves<br />
2. I am "mommy-logged" and couldn't be funny even if I tried. My mind has ceased to function properly so please excuse any typos.<br />
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Miss. Savi getting her first bath at home. She wasn't crazy about it but who would be?<br />
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She finally gave up and laid there like we had destroyed her will to live.<br />
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Sadie was on hand to help out but all the screaming stressed her out.<br />
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Clean and warm at last!!<br />
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Sadie loves to climb. Normally I don't mind her adventerous spirit but I wish she would choose more reasonable footwear. She is obsessed with her daddy's running shoes!!<br />
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Father's day morning!! Isn't my little family cute?<br />
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Happy birthday to Sadie!! She had a diaper malfunction so a bath was the first order of business on her special day. Priceless little face...<br />
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Here we are, ready for our big day (minus clothes and such)<br />
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My girls!! Future best friends!<br />
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We took Sadie to Chuck-e-Cheese to celebrate. She loved all the little rides.<br />
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Except this one. This one she wasn't too sure about.<br />
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Watching the mouse perform was fun as long as she was a safe distance away and Papa stayed close.<br />
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The fake chucky was not as scary but she was still wary.<br />
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Please note that my child eats her pizza backwards so as to get more bread and less of the actual pizza part.<br />
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Ski ball with dad was fun even it was a bust for tickets. I think they won about 4 after three games.<br />
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I love this picture but I wish I was better with the camera. Such a pretty smile but covered in shadow.<br />
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The cousins were very excited to meet Sav. Only Amaya is old enough to hold her by herself and give her a bottle though (don't tell Caden who believes his life mission is to take care of little girls) It looks like Amaya will have another little follower soon!<br />
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Yeah! She found her favorite pair of shoes again...and they are even better paired with Nana's socks!<br />
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Getting ready for her swimming party. I'm very thankful that Robby didn't pass out trying to blow up the little pool. He couldn't wait 5 minutes for the pump to arrive.<br />
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The reason she is sitting on the side of her pool is because she doesn't like to touch the bottom of the pool or the grass in her bare feet.<br />
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Hanging with her favorite girl again. I knew she would wear the party hat if her cousins did too!<br />
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We had sandwiches but she was only interested in the cheetoes. This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who has heard stories about my obsession with cheese balls when I was little. Like mother, like daughter.<br />
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Present time! I didn't get too many pictures but she loves her little piano that Papa and Mammie gave her.<br />
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Yes, she is wearing a cowboy hat and heels. That's what all the toddlers who trike are wearing these days.<br />
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We had some more pool time a few days later and this time it was cool enough for Savi to get in on the fun. She was underwhelmed.<br />
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Looking less and less like a newborn everyday. Such a pretty chunk nugget!<br />
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The following had me rolling in the floor. We couldn't find Sadie but we heard some noised from our room. I found her in the bassinet with this big goofy grin on her face. I ran to get the camera and snap a few pictures then a pushed the bassinet hood down to help her out and well.... the second picture shows you what I found!<br />
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Ba ha ha ha ha ha!!! Yes, the child climbed into her sister's bed whilst wearing her daddy's shoes! Funniest thing ever!!!!<br />
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That's it for picturepalooza. The Fryar girls...always good for a laugh!amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-16351049156993843402011-06-17T08:55:00.001-07:002011-06-17T20:48:28.728-07:00Introducing Miss. Savannah Robyn Fryar!!It's only been a week since Savannah was born and I am already blogging! (and bragging) It has been a crazy week but we are really enjoying getting to know our sweet little girl! Her arrival didn't go exactly how we thought it would but it was just as memorable as the first! For those of you who don't know or don't remember let me give you a refresher on Sadie's birth...<br />
Labored at home mostly, barely made it to the hospital, barely made it to the bed before she came screaming into the world after a couple of pushes. No medication of any kind (except Ambien but that is a whole other story). She weighed 7lbs 1oz, 18 inches long with patches of reddish blonde hair on the sides of her head. She was mostly stunned at everything that had happened and spent a good deal of time looking around at everything and everyone (still does). Healing was not a big deal, I felt great afterward!<br />
Now, I had always heard that 2nd time labors go quicker and are easier in every way from pushing to healing. However, 2nd time moms be warned...this is not always the case!!!<br />
With 5 days until my due date I went to the doctor who mercifully stripped my membranes (not pleasant, but productive) and less than an hour later I started having regular contractions. I was already at a 3 and she was down pretty low. We grabbed some dinner and gave it a couple of hours before heading to the hospital. Rob's parents stayed with Sadie and my parents quickly headed to Lubbock, hoping to make it in time. I was monitored in triage for about 4 hours with regular contractions that were slowly getting more intense but I wasn't making any progress. Knowing about my last experience though the wonderful nurses didn't want to send me home so by the time my parents made it to hospital (yeah!) I was given permission to walk around for an hour. After a VERY PAINFUL hour of super close contractions I waddled back to the admission desk and they told me that the dr. wanted to admit me no matter what so I was ushered into a room where I requested an epidural ASAP! (Side note: I originally wanted to go natural again but clearly I had forgotten what that felt like) It took about 30 minutes for the dr to get there and I was terrified the whole time. The idea of an epi freaked me out and I didn't have a great feeling about it but I was willing to try. <br />
To make a long epi story short let me just say it took him two trys because the first time the needle went into a blood vessel instead of the epidural sack. Apparently this isn't common but they always test for it just in case by sending a low dose of adrenaline into the catheter. If the needle is in the right spot than nothing happens (I guess) if it's in a blood vessel than the adrenaline goes straight to your heart causing what they call a "steel murmur" because that is what your heartbeat sounds like for a few seconds. It also causes ringing in your ears and uncontrollable shaking, not to mention a feeling like you've been electrocuted in one leg. After experiencing all these wonderful side effects I asked the dr if it was normal to have ringing in my ears. He said NO and quickly pulled everything out. It was horribly scary but the second time there weren't any problems and the epidural worked like a charm! I don't regret getting one at all.<br />
Unfortunately, the shot to my heart didn't go unnoticed by the rest of my body. The next few hours were spent trying to keep my extremely low blood pressure up and my sudden fever down. I was flipped back and forth, hooked up to oxygen, and given about 500 bags of fluid which made me nice and puffy for pictures! After a few hours I was still stuck between 5 and 6. My water broke and it had meconium in it which means that the baby had pooped already and there was the chance that she has aspirated some of the meconium (which is bad) They think the sudden drop in my blood pressure which she didn't handle well was the reason she had to relieve herself a little early. So I was given some pitocin to kick start contractions. About 10 minutes later I was ready to push. I only pushed for about 20 minutes (give or take) when my beautiful, meconium covered little screamer was given to me. Luckily she hadn't aspirated anything and other than being a little peeved at being messed with, she was perfect! <br />
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She was 8lbs 6oz, 20 inches long (which apparently is big for her gestational age..she doesn't look that big to me but all the nurses kept referring to her as "chubby")<br />
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Here she is, naked and embarressed.<br />
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A diaper and a hat is better than nothing. Of course the hat covers up her full head of dark hair! She is Robby's look-a-like through and through, with a little bit of Sadie thrown in!<br />
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She is happiest when she is sleeping. She was awake for a little over an hour last night and that is the longest she has ever been awake since being born. She is also quite fond of her "sucky thing" which I find interesting because Sadie never cared for pacifiers.<br />
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Here we are getting ready to go home. Mammie bought her the beautiful going home outfit. Isn't she pretty!!<br />
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Here she is in her carseat getting ready to go outside for the first time (for about 5 seconds before she was immediatly put into the air conditioned car)<br />
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And here are both my sweet girls a week later. Sadie is showing more and more interest in Savannah everyday. I think she is afraid of hurting her. She has lightly touched her hand twice now which is progress. This is actually the closest that Sadie has gotten to Sav since we bought her home so she is getting more comfortable with her.<br />
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We are so happy to have our two healthy girls!!! They make us laugh daily and we can't imagine our lives without them. Breastfeeding has been a touch difficult. Sav doesn't latch so I spend most of my day pumping. We are taking everything one day at a time and trying to enjoy each of he the girls at the ages they are. We are looking forward to watching them grow up together and become best friends!<br />
Thanks to everyone for the prayers and thoughts you have sent our way. We can't wait for Sav to meet each of you!!!amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-66088954417332726532011-06-06T07:59:00.000-07:002011-06-06T07:59:17.042-07:00"Is the puffy, sweaty pregnant lady destroying your precious coffee time?!?"I offer my apologies in advance for not letting Sadie write this blog. This may come as a surprise to some of you but I am actually the voice of Sadie and coming up with blogs written through her point of view require a great amount of imagination and creativity...something that a woman who is a billion months pregnant is lacking. So for today you will just have to enjoy the pictures and my boring comments. Before we begin though here are some interesting facts that I have learned about our second child.<br />
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1. She is just as wiggly and jumpy as Sadie was. They both have shown a preference for one of my ribs in particular. Sadie started the process of dislodging it when she was in utero and her sister is determined to finish the job. If you have ever been repeatedly kicked in the ribs by a tiny, pointy foot then you know that it hurts so badly it can induce vomiting.<br />
2. While Sadie takes after her father and likes to be a little early for her appointments, little sister is already taking after me and doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get out of her cozy little water bath. Sadie was 9 days early. I was hoping this one would come even earlier but that date has come and gone. Oh well.<br />
3. I won't be sure until she is born but I'm pretty sure she has choreographed a routine that she practices nightly. It's pretty advanced and invloves lots of turning, twisting, booty shaking and while I can't be sure, I'm thinking she is singing too. <br />
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That is about all I know for now but I will keep everyone informed. Okay, onto the pictures!!<br />
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With Sadie's 2nd birthday (crazy!!) coming up soon I have been trying to get a really cute picture of her for her b-day invitations (which probably won't happen this year, but that's ok) So I came up with the wonderful idea of taking her to the park and snapping some pictures while Robby was at work. It started out ok as you can see ....<br />
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I looooove baby rompers (not adult rompers...I can't get on board with that) and Sadie has about a billion of them. I got some cute pictures but didn't get any great ones of her tiny precious face. Shortly after this picture was taken she took off running and I had to chase her. This was bad for two reasons. 1. She is freakishly fast for something so small. 2. I was 8 months pregnant and unable to move quickly. <br />
I finally caught her and we left shortly afterward with a new plan...no more outings without another adult present.<br />
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I wanted everyone to get a look at that hair. We are having mullet issues with this child. We have cut her bangs a few times but other than that she has never had a hair cut and I am thinking it's about time for one. The back grows a lot faster than the sides so she has a natural mullet. It's also really fine and there is one portion in the back that is ALWAYS fuzzed, tangled and sticking straight up. We have tried everything to smooth is down but I think the only fix is to wait it out and let her hair grow longer and get a touch heavier. I need to consult a professional though (Yes, Linsye, I mean you.)<br />
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Anyone who knows Sadie knows that she LOVES her pink crochet blankets. She also has a white one that had been folded up and put with the rest of her baby blankets. Well, when I pulled them all out to fluff and wash for the new baby she found her white blanket and was very excited. <br />
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Funny face girl!! I don't know what shocked her so deeply.<br />
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I had no plans to post any pictures of myself because I'm not a big fan of how I look pregnant but it was too precious a moment to not share. We wanted to prepare Sadie as much as possible for the new baby which is not easy with an almost 2 year old. She loves books so I found a sweet book about becoming a big sister. She loves it and wants to read it over and over again. She doesn't understand that Mommy has a baby in her tummy but she knows what a baby is and she understands that she is the big sister (even though she doesn't know what that means yet) She will sing the words BIG SISTER!!!<br />
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Our book routine is that Robby or I will read it to her once then she will read it to us 4 or 5 times. Her memory is pretty good and she remembers a few of the words we say depending on the picture. I think we have a book lover on our hands (yeah!!!)<br />
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Oh yeah, I'm 28 now. I know I should say something snarky about being two years away from 30 but I am excited about this stage of my life so I am more than happy to be closer to 30 than 20!!<br />
Robby wanted to surprise me with a cookie cake but since that was all I asked for he wasn't able to make it much of a surprise. Since me and my girls are all June babies I thought three cakes was too much for one month so I will only have cookie cakes from now on, which works great for me because while I enjoy cake I LOOOOOVE cookies!<br />
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Nana and Duke sent Sadie an e-card of a puppy talking with their words. It was sweet albeit a little creepy. Sadie enjoyed it a great deal though and wanted to watch it over and over again.<br />
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Since it gets so hot so early in Lubbock we have spent quite a few afternoons in the play center at the mall (before I had kids I said I would NEVER let my child play in that germ infested cess pool...ahh I was such a good parent before I had a kid) She loves it as you can see and we enjoy staying nice and cool while she plays.<br />
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Her little backyardigan pals enjoyed the slide as well.<br />
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That is about all I can do today. I was going to try and get two blogs up in one sitting but I am exhausted. I've been up since 5 so I think it is time for a mid-morning nap. I apologize again for the lack of Sadie commentary but I am confident she will be back soon.<br />
Have a great day!amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-58975169426669257632011-04-26T16:20:00.000-07:002011-04-26T16:20:28.545-07:00easter 2011 091.AVII have sad news...prepare yourself. I am officially sick with a cold. It's awful! I can't breathe, my nose is like a drippy faucet and I keep coughing! But, don't worry. I have still managed to crawl out of bed (well, technically I'm lifted out since it's a crib) and write the second half of my Easter blog. Here we go...<br />
After the excitement of seeing what the Easter Bunny brought me I was primped and preened over until I was dressed to the nines! <br />
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Don't I look spectacular! My dress was shiny. I attempted to remove the horrible bow from my otherwise perfect hair but Mom and Dad were relentless about keeping that thing on my head. I finally gave in, I have to let them win a few.<br />
After going to church and a lovely lunch we went to the park. I have been to the park before but this was the first time I noticed little plastic eggs all over the place...<br />
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I mean, they were everywhere! I knew how to work eggs because my parents bought me some a few weeks ago. These eggs were a little different though...<br />
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When I popped one open a bunch of candy fell out! It was the strangest thing. I picked all the candy up, put it back in the egg and put the egg in my dad's pretty bucket (I don't know why he insisted on carrying that thing around...I was a little embarrassed, it's not very manly) I thought maybe it was just a wonderful yet defective egg so I did an experiment. I found another egg (like I said, they were everywhere) and...<br />
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...it did the same thing! Candy spilled everywhere when I popped it open. I thought this had to be some weird fluke of mother nature...like all those dead fish and birds. After I cleaned up the mess from that egg and tried some of the other ones...they were ALL filled with candy. <br />
I finally assumed that all the eggs were the same and decided to collect them in case I wanted a sweet treat later on...<br />
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Luckily Dad had brought his pretty bucket and he let me put all the eggs inside it.<br />
Finally I had collected all the eggs and for some reason everyone clapped so I joined in because I love a good round of applause!<br />
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Look at all my teeth! I grew them myselfAfter finding eggs at the park we went to Sheridans to partake of some yummy frozen custard. I love custard but when we arrived I quickly forgot about a snack because....well let me show you, it's hard to explain.<br />
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I LIVE and LOVE to boogie! Well even I can't top myself so I am going to leave you with the image of me shakin my bootie! Bye.amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-71283135604885452652011-04-25T08:34:00.000-07:002011-04-25T08:34:38.644-07:00Easter: Part 1Well good morning all! I have had a VERY busy couple of weeks. In fact I have been so busy that I fear I may have neglected my health. I woke up last night feeling not so hot. Staying in my crib was, of course, out of the question so I cuddled up with Mom and Dad in the big bed. I tossed and turned enough that Dad finally went to sleep in the living room and I had his entire side to myself...you see I have to sleep sideways. I didn't get a great night's sleep because Mom kept getting up, I don't think she feels good either. So this morning we are cuddling on the couch, watching Blue's Clues, blogging, and generally feeling under the weather. I thought it was a perfect opportunity to share the last two weekends with my adoring public. I was happy to get to visit Nana and Duke and see all my cousins the week before last. <br />
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Here I am with one of my most favorite people in the world...Amaya. She is awesome. She knows lots of things and I want to be just like her when I'm 8!<br />
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We went to Caden's soccer game. Isn't he the coolest?<br />
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Jordan and I spent quite a bit of time in the ditch! He could crawl up and down that hill soooo fast. It took me a little longer, not because I'm smaller but because it's very difficult to climb a steep hill without actually touching the grass....ewwww grass!<br />
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Did you notice my awesome hat? I loooove fancy headwear.<br />
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I also love soccer and tried to join the game a few times. I was thwarted everytime but I did attempt to take home a couple of favors after the game.<br />
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Once again, things didn't go my way. I was so upset that I didn't get to keep the soccer balls that Duke had to bribe me with something better than sports gear...<br />
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After eating a yummy meal at Chuey's on Sunday I discovered a little splash area in the Highlands. Last year I hated water but I think I will like it this year. Mom and I ventured in to get our feet wet and enjoy the nice weather. (Disclaimer: There were better pictures of the two of us but Mom is feeling self conscience about the baby bump and since she chooses the pictures this is what you get...)<br />
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Now onto Easter weekend! We spent Easter with Papa and Mammie. I'm still learning about all this holiday stuff. I was a bit concerned with the whole Santa thing...I mean a fat old man sneaking into MY house while I'm sleeping and leaving me stuff? Doesn't that sound a bit like a set-up on To Catch A Predator? So when my parents told me about a gift giving bunny...I was skeptical to say the least. But the rabbit didn't disappoint (or kill anyone in their sleep) so I was super thrilled to see all the swag I got in my Easter basket.<br />
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No, the dog didn't come in the basket...Mom isn't too crazy about having pets right now so that particular dream of mine is going to have to wait (and yes, I blame "she who must not be named"...aka...my little sister who currently doesn't have a set name)<br />
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I got super cool purple sunglasses (a girl can never have too many pairs)<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I also had my first taste of Peep! It felt wrong eating a helpless little pink chick. The taste wasns't bad but the pink sugar all over my fingers topped off with a dose of stickiness was just too much for me. I don't think I will be partaking of Peeps again any time soon.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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There isn't much going on lately but I know how much my public needs me so I asked Mom to take the camera along with us these past couple of days so she could take some pictures of me just living my life. The last few weekends have been so much fun! First I got to visit with Mamaw and Papaw 2 weekends ago and this past weekend Meme and Poppi came to see me! So we packed up the car to go to Crosbyton again, our first stop was a softball game. I had to suit up for that and since my parent's forgot to pack appropriate head wear for the game I had to steal my dad's....<br />
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<div id=":14" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOYwiv2K6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/YIT1oI25hM4/s288/006.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I took his glasses too for good measure! </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I really do not enjoy the west Texas wind and it was crazy today...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":g" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOYu35vI-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/A9k7OVYD9Vg/s288/002.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"></div></div></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">LOOK! I almost stepped in poo! Did my mom try and stop me, of course not, she was just going to let me tread on the poo. I don't care what she said, it WAS poop, NOT chocolate!</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">After the poo incident I wasn't feeling the love so I had to go to Papa who always understands my troubles. </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":o" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOYiyGsKAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0ltgz5vZJEo/s288/003.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":w" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOX8IYspuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/xVHJtqzQsP8/s288/004.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">See what I mean...he was very empathetic about the issues I have with my parents...and he's REALLY tall. I can see miles away when he picks me up :)</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":1c" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOZvOiNT6I/AAAAAAAAAok/fUyWSOeoPpI/s288/009.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"></div></div></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I'm not sure how this happened but at one point during the game it would appear I wandered off a bit to far and the next thing I knew, I was trapped in the adjoining field. To make matters worse a dirt devil blew in and hurt my beautifully delicate eyes! So I was trapped and blind...does that seem like a Kodak moment to anyone else? Yeah I didn't think so!! And don't think it was all my mom just because she was holding the camera...my sources tell me it was my loving father who shut me in! Would anyone like to adopt a slightly neurotic yet delightful almost 2 year old?</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Overall I had a wonderful weekend and I wish we had gotten pictures of me with the great-grandparents but my mom was too preoccupied with sitting on the couch. So moving on...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I'm sure most toddlers my age can relate to the pain and suffering that is naptime. For as long as I can remember I have been forced to lay in bed for hours and hours until either my mom or I give in...that means she either gives up and sets me free, or my body betrays my mind and I fall asleep. Either way I'm thinking of starting a union to protect my rights to NOT sleep during perfectly good daylight hours.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I was doing so well today during naptime. I was jumping from one side of my bed to the other, shaking the side of the crib (I'm proud to announce that I have officially broken it and now they have to buy Ellie a new one HA HA), I even did some lovely experiments with the pitch and volume of my voice...I cannot for the life of me figure out how this happened...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":1k" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOZbUG7kBI/AAAAAAAAAog/HZGME5LawOM/s288/011.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> One minute I was going strong, the next I heard that telltale annoying clicking sound that let me know Mom had the camera out. </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":1s" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOZawGynJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/L_GYIPrJRu0/s288/013.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Yes, I was perturbed but even I have to admit that I am absolutely adorable when I sleep.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":20" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOaFqH0T6I/AAAAAAAAAow/4wNgGkbGdp8/s288/016.JPG" style="height: 288px; width: 216px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">As I slowly woke up I turned to give that woman a piece of my mind but she no doubt anticipated my impending snarkiness because she jumped in real quick with the words she knows I can never resist...the best words EVER! "You're Daddy's home!!!!!"</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":28" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOaS1-aMFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GYjjzmWs4GU/s288/017.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I love seeing my Daddy when he gets home from work and he lives to spend time with me! We spent a few lovely minutes cuddling and catching up.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">It's always interesting to see what my Mom has been up to while I'm napping. Today she went through all those baby clothes that are too small for me now seeing as how I am a "big girl". She washed, organized, and packed all those clothes so they would be ready and easily accessible whenever Ellie needs them. She was proud of her accomplishment (her life is a little sad isn't it?) but I was itching to do something else...wait for it, you will be impressed.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":2o" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaOamqUBgXI/AAAAAAAAApE/jyLK0VJCHMQ/s288/022.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">TA DA!!! I climbed all the way to the top of the bins BY MYSELF!!! </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":2w" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaObKfv97II/AAAAAAAAApY/X9NMOBgZn-Y/s288/024.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"></div></div></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I'm usually the shortest person in the house and I had no idea how wonderful the accoustics were from up here. I couldn't resist bellowing out my favorite showtune, Old Man River. If you've never heard my falsetto version of Old Man River than you are missing out!</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":34" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TaObGMyQXNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1Gv85KDpuhg/s288/027.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"></div></div></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Well that is going to be it for me today. We are going to go play at the park for awhile, followed by bathtime and then bed. </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Stay tuned because exciting things are on the horizon! We are going to visit Nana and Duke in a few days and I'm sure there will be lots of blog worthy adventures to write about when I get back.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Until then...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div></div></div></div></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-64592090201908467942011-04-05T14:24:00.000-07:002011-04-05T14:57:56.059-07:00Ellie in Motion!I cannot even begin to tell you what a hassle it has been to get this video on the blog. This is Amy by the way, I wanted to do an Ellie post and the video is so sweet. It's not very long, only about 30 seconds but if you watch to the end you can see her open her mouth and move around quite a bit. Before that though let me give you a little bit of background about this rollercoaster of a pregnancy.<br />
You may not realize that is took me and Robby over a year to get pregnant with Sadie so when we decided to start trying for another baby we were prepared for a long road ahead of us. Imagine our surprise and delight when 2 months later the stick turned blue (well technically it turned pink)! <br />
From the very beginning we both thought we were having a boy. I wasn't sick at all with Sadie and with this pregnancy I could barely lift my head for 7 weeks straight. I had so many vivid dreams about the baby being a boy and when we thought we lost the baby my first thought was "...but that was my son!" So we weren't surprised when we went in for an elective sonogram at 16 weeks and were told they were pretty sure it was a boy. I was excited but also kind of sad because I had always wanted a house full of girls and I thought it would have been really neat for Sadie to have a sister...I know I LOOOVE my sisters and it was something I wanted for Sadie. But I was excited and nervous about a little boy. We bought a couple of boy items but I didn't want to go crazy at Target until the sex was confirmed at 20 weeks.<br />
A month later we went to the doctor's office for our 20 week anatomy scan. This is the ultrasound where they check the growth of the baby and make sure that the major organs are functioning properly. Thankfully everything looked great! We asked for a gender check fully expecting to see little boy parts floating on the screen. I was shocked when she said "it's a girl!" My first reaction was excitement but it was replaced with worry and guilt because I knew Robby had really been looking forward to having a son. I knew it wasn't my fault (technically it's Robby's fault) but I felt horrible for pushing for that 16 week sonogram when it was too early and he had been thinking his son was on the way for a month. He even told me later if he had never thought it was a boy he wouldn't have been so disappointed. It took me all of 10 seconds to get over the lack of peanut and start getting excited about having two little girls! Robby was happy that he was having another daughter but he was also sad about the little boy that never was :(<br />
It didn't take long to choose a name. We wanted a vintage-y name like Sadie and Robby liked the sound of Elinor, Ellie for short. Her middle name is Robyn which has the same meaning as Robert (Bright fame) so she is named after her father. Robby chose the name and had the final say so it's all the more special. We went through Sadie's old clothes and it was fun to pull out all the cute little onesies, dresses, and socks that we get to use again. <br />
Ellie is now 30 weeks old (gestation) and is very very very active! I am having quite a bit of pain with this pregnancy that makes walking difficult at time, especially in the middle of the night. I actually am going in for an x-ray in a couple of days to make sure that my bones are strong enough for a regular delivery. If not we may be looking at the sharp edge of a scapel! Luckily my pain doesn't seem to bother anyone but me as Ellie is growing like a little weed. I thought I was having lots of braxton hicks contractions because my stomach is always so tight but the doctor felt it and said it feels harder because where ever he pushed he felt baby. She isn't huge, I just have no torso to speak of so there is a lot of baby in a small space. <br />
I could go on and on because I love talking about my girls but I know I'm not quite as entertaining as Sadie so I will end the novel here and let you enjoy the video of Ellie!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bjpq5jP2xy8?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-52415142405926456292011-04-03T19:45:00.000-07:002011-04-03T19:45:26.756-07:00Boots, Slides, and Showers!I haven't broken my promise yet! This is the third blog I've written in a week. Yeah for me and how exciting for you!!<br />
It has been a very busy weekend. On Saturday we went to Papa and Mammie's to visit Mamaw and Papaw who traveled a looooong way to visit! I didn't expect a present but I didn't say no to one either. I was thrilled to receive a pillow pet bunny!<br />
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IT'S SO FLUFFY I"M GONNA DIE!!!!!!<br />
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<div id=":14" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkeUl1_g4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/SkLzqQEQyyo/s288/021.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">We had some lovely BBQ on Sat and then spent the afternoon outside. Unfortunately my parent's forgot the camera so you will just have to imagine the fun I had despite being greased up with sunscreen every 20 minutes.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Back at home I decided to indulge my new obsession...shoes!!! Every morning before breakfast I bring my choice of shoes to wear that day to my mom so she can help me "shoe up" for the day. On this particular day I thought I would try on a pair of boots that I had been eying for awhile.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":o" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkd_USL90I/AAAAAAAAAjw/6s_9C62pAw4/s288/014.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Daddy's Boots!!!! I thought I looked spectacular in them (I also looked pretty cute in my new shirt which mom made for me out of one of her old shirts) but they were waaay to heavy and I couldn't budge from that spot. Since I had a lot to do that day I had to put on a more practical pair.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Tonight, after my nap and some dinner I took Mom and Dad to the playground because I know how much they love to play outside. Luckily Mom remembered the camera this time and didn't waste any time getting some "Sadie shots" as she likes to call them.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":1c" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZke2W3KmRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VHiIygBjEPM/s288/023.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">"Come on Mom...I know you're carrying extra weight but I don't want you to get lost!"</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">My first stop was the slide. I have recently discovered slides and can't get enough of them. The only problem is figuring out how to get to the top...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":1k" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkfLG_eLaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/y9dWqp3WseY/s288/028.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">It makes sense to me that if I can go down I should be able to go up...but alas it never seems to work out this way and Mom won't let me try because she doesn't want me to be one of "those kids" whatever that means.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Dad was nice enough to show me the correct way to get to the top of the slide.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":1s" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZke2Nha6EI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1fIU9-W2ndQ/s288/029.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">This was one of the more difficult ladders to climb but I did it all by myself and couldn't help celebrating a little once I reached the summit.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":20" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkfUbrTjdI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DvUGpdyWyDY/s288/030.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I tell you what...the view from the top was pretty stunning...but now it was time to slide. </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":28" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkgG-xnnVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/V1CXjRTjC5k/s288/031.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I initially needed a little help from dad so that my bum didn't get away from me.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Here we go...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":2w" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkg3B2ZmVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XqwKYs9jPzg/s288/034.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Any minute now...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":2g" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkf78wBqgI/AAAAAAAAAks/ppj3TpypsuY/s288/032.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":3c" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkgvMiJNZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tbcde_OcSQM/s288/036.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":34" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkg18vm_KI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-oaxaMJ3Ras/s288/035.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I was so quick Mom only got a picture of my hair blowing in the wind!</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":2o" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkf6WPykFI/AAAAAAAAAko/OpVR8lVwNXc/s288/033.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">After sliding down the red slide about 100 more times I HAD to try the blue one...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":3k" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkhFx-WHWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0oPEarx9qg4/s288/037.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! It was just as much fun!!!</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">After the sliding fun I wanted to try the swings. I vaguely remember the swings from last summer. In case you forgot though here is a pictorial reminder...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><div id=":g" style="height: auto; width: auto;" unselectable=""><img class="uploader-thumb-img" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkqam9CK0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/D119qGkfDBE/s288/park%20004.JPG" style="height: 216px; width: 288px;" /> <div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">HEE HEE HEE. I was so young and naive back then. As you can see I was enjoying the swings so I was sure I would enjoy them this year. The only problem was, the swings at the Hart park looked a little different from what I remembered...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="379" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_1" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkhrtxa-qI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pFO4b22ZVAM/s320/048.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">These didn't look quite as safe as the bucket I remembered from my first swinging experience so I did what any child would do when faced with a challenge. First I mentally calculated the length and width of the swing and using my current weight (24 pounds) came up with an algorithm to figure out how high and fast I would go in relation to the ground...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="777" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_1" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkiH085UoI/AAAAAAAAAlw/LwHSJw9iavU/s320/047.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; left: 135px; top: 16px;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Second, I had my dad help me onto the swing and give me a push...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="1156" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZki5QmT2uI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ME_4qwILxTk/s320/050.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; left: 135px; top: 16px;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">SUCCESS!!!</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="1553" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_1" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkiy2UH5FI/AAAAAAAAAmA/o4p9-nTiyTc/s320/052.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; left: 135px; top: 16px;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Or at least I thought it was a success but I guess my math must have been off slightly because one minute I was soaring through the air and the next minute the world flipped upside down and I was on my back in the hamster cage shavings.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Mom panicked and didn't get a picture of that but she did manage to capture Dad wiping all the wood shavings off my shorts...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="1920" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkjxoVvffI/AAAAAAAAAmo/11Rf2O-fJoM/s320/054.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; left: 135px; top: 16px;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">How humiliating. They will pay for this one day.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">After our evening park excursion I was smelling pretty ripe so a shower was in order. Yes, I take showers now because I'm practically grown. There were some pictures taken but they are not blog appropriate so you will have to make do with the after shower pictures.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">You may say I'm spoiled but I'm not...just well taken care of. After a nice hot shower I am so relaxed that walking on my own becomes almost impossible. Luckily my Dad always comes through...</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="2301" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkkOHoZ6SI/AAAAAAAAAm0/iIFkcBXdX9w/s320/067.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; left: 135px; top: 16px;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Cleanliness is next to godliness they say...whatever that means.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Afterward Mom decided to trim my bangs. I don't have to tell you that she has never been trained in cosmotology, the picture speaks for itself.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"><img closure_uid_vrvbut="2689" height="240" pageoffsetid="_off_1" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_D5sMv0bbRP0/TZkkqVe2FII/AAAAAAAAAnI/1dZ0r_0C13I/s320/069.JPG" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; left: 135px; top: 16px;" width="320" /></div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">SIGH. Don't worry. I'm cute enough to pull off the too short bangs look. </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">I ended the night with an episode of Little Einsteins (my absolute favorite show ever) brushing my teeth and plenty of hugs and kisses from Mom and Dad.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">That's it for me this weekend. I don't know what the next week will hold for me but I can guarantee you will want to stay tuned.</div><div class="photos-upload-overlay"> </div><div class="photos-upload-overlay">Until then...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-20097435123041280362011-03-30T14:05:00.000-07:002011-03-30T14:05:40.487-07:00FOLLOW ME FOLLOW ME FOLLOW ME!Sadie here. This is what I look like in case you have forgotten. <br />
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It's not my best picture but I have been through a lot lately. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to live with a woman who is 29 weeks pregnant? I barely even recognize my own mother.<br />
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She used to look completly normal but now, you'd be hard pressed to catch her without some type of food item shoved in her mouth. Case in point...she bought me a pretzel the other day to chew on while we were shopping. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a slow eater because I only have 5 teeth (almost 6). Well, my mother, the woman who supposedly loves and cares for me, ate all but 3 bites of MY pretzel! She told Daddy that she couldn't control herself. <br />
What?......<br />
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Go away dog!! You look like a mop!<br />
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Sorry about that, where was I? Oh yes. So Mom has gone crazy and she eats all of my food. You will not believe what she did to me today. Apparently she thinks she is a bird because today she informed me that she is "nesting" What is that? I tried to tell her that she can't just make stuff up but I couldn't catch her. She was running around like a pageant princess hyped up on Pixie Stixs! She insists that the house is never clean enough and she gripes at me when she finds bits and pieces of my snacks that I have hid in various places throughout the house. COME ON!!! If I don't hide my food, she eats it! But that's not the point. I was telling you the horrible thing she did. As many of you know I have a special attachment to my collection of pink crochet blankets. They are the perfect amount of warmth and they are easy to pick up because of all the little holes. They are also wonderful to cuddle under when your insane mother decides that she is "nesting". Case in point.<br />
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Don't you wish you were me? Ahhh pink blanket! Well today the tornado that is my mother was ripping through the house doing laundry. I hate when she does laundry because the machines are behind an impenetrable force...a childproof gate. So I can't supervise the laundry proceedings which is very frustrating! Well my mother picked up two of my pink blankets and carelessly tossed them into the washer with the yucky dirty towels!!!!! I screamed and screamed to let her know that her actions were unacceptable! She completely ignored me. She gave me a pink blanket that she left out which leads me to believe that she doesn't understand the way a "set" works. One is not enough! I have to know where all my beloved blankets are at all times!!! <br />
So, what did I do you may ask? Simple. I borrowed some money that I found laying about in my dad's wallet and tried to convince my ladybug friend that we must leave this unholy place immediately!!<br />
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Unfortunately, Mom caught me and took all the money away and put it in a place that is beyond my reach (the center of the table). So I just moved out. Here I am in my new place...<br />
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I would invite you in but it's a little cramped with more than one person inside (hint hint DAD). Eventually I had to eat so I came out. I was very happy to be reunited with the precious...I mean my blankets but I was less than thrilled about how they smelled. Normally I prefer the "lived in" smell and color but my mom likes things to smell fresh and not look dingy. BIG SIGH. It is so hard to be misunderstood by the person you spend most of your day with. <br />
Well, that is it for me today. I have to work the old smell back into my blanket which will take awhile so I leave you to your thoughts. I will be updating more regularly in the upcoming weeks as these days will be the last blissful moments I have of being an only child.<br />
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Until then...<br />
<strong>BTW...if you like my blog pleeeeeease follow me! This is going to be a more regular task for me and I know you want to hear my stories about having a new baby sister in a few weeks! Oh and I may let my mom on to post every once in awhile too!</strong>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-83577981348023876502011-03-27T21:08:00.000-07:002011-03-27T21:08:47.739-07:005 Stages of Grief.<strong><span style="font-size: large;">I thought my mom had gone a little nuts. When we moved to our new house in Hart she spent a couple of months laying on the couch all day everyday. I assumed she was having trouble adjusting to tiny town life but what I really didn't understand was why she would hang out with her head in the toilet some days...that just didn't seem sanitary. I tried to see what she was doing but she wouldn't let me get close enough to see what was so interesting about the toilet. This was just the beginning of Mom's strange behavior. FINALLY, she started eating again and came back to the land of the living. I was so happy that she finally seemed to be getting used to our new life but then, out of nowhere, she became obsessed with her stomach! Now I don't know much about life yet but it seems like most women try and hide their bellies when they start to gain a little weight but not my mom! Nope, she would call me and daddy in to look at her belly and she even STARTED TALKING TO IT!!! She wanted me to talk to her belly too. I didn't really want to but I love my mom so I thought I would play along and I started a fun game of "beeping the belly button" whenever she would show it to me. I thought that would be the end of it so you can imagine my surprise when she named her belly button Ellie. I was seriously worried about my mother's sanity and the scariest part was that dad started to lose it too! He started calling Mom's belly button by it's new name (Ellie) and talking to it also! What was going on?!?!? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Well....I may be a little late to the party but at least I showed up! After watching my parents go through all my old clothes that are too small now, seeing my mom play with those boring babies with this crazy look in her eyes, and leaning against mom only to be kicked in the back by her bellybutton...it all became crystal clear! I was one of those toddlers whose life was going to be turned upside down by the presence of a baby sister. AHHHHHHHHHHH!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Naturally I went through the 5 stages of Toddler Grief.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Shock and disbelief. (With a healthy dose of binge eating)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Uncontrollable crying. (In the car for optimum parental annoyance)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Running away. (Difficult when you need a parent to push the car)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">And finally....</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Challenging my dad to a duel. (It was a draw due to the swords being made of foam)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">After some extensive chocolate therapy I have come to accept that my territory is about to be usurped by a screaming, pooping, layabout little sister!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">A few days ago I wasn't very excited to go to the sonogram place and see pictures of the usurper but my attitude quickly changed when I saw my little sister's sweet face. Check it out!</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Isn't she the cutest?! Does she look familiar? Let me refresh your memories.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>This is Ellie...</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">And this is me.......(Sadie in case you forgot)</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Peas in a pod!! Except I have my eyes closed because I hate opening my eyes under water. It doesn't seem to bother Ellie. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Here's a few more of me just because...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">So now everyone can stop wondering how I am doing with the news of a baby on the way. I take my emotions one day at a time and I am reading some literature on how to cope when things don't go your way (those Care Bears really know how to speak on my level)</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I will do my best to keep everyone up to date. For now, I think I should cuddle up in MY crib (I"m not sharing) and dream of days gone by.</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: black;">Goodnight</span></strong>.</span>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-64852181320846386152011-01-28T18:40:00.000-08:002011-01-28T18:40:27.927-08:00I Have Returned!!!Do not be sad any longer good people of the internet...for I, Sadie Fryar, have returned to share all my experiences of the last few months...the most intimate details exposed for all to see! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let's go back a few months to, oh say...October when Mom and I went to Nana and Duke's house to visit with Papa and Nana who came up from Mexico. I had a wonderful time with my great-grandparents and I am thinking about going to visit them soon. Mom thinks I am too young to go alone but I think I am wearing her down. I shall start our blogging adventure with a funny story...I'm already laughing!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I tried to outrun it...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I tried to roll and roll on the floor so it would lose its monkey death grip...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I even tried to hide from it in order to fool it into thinking that I had gone away.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enough monkey buisness for now. One of my favorite things about visiting Nana and Duke's is that it gives me a chance to catch up with my cousins who never cease to amaze and astound me. Here I am asking Jordan if he would rather blow bubbles or jump rope.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The bucket head game seemed dangerous to me (plus there was only 1 giant bucket) so I thought I would play a few rounds of golf instead. I use two clubs so it takes me half the time it takes other less experienced golfers.<br />
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Corn Dogs! A hot dog wienie wrapped in bread on a stick...heavenly. It was like a giant bready popsicle!<br />
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And burritoes! I was shocked to discover that my yummy Taco Bell burrito may not be made with 100% beef but than I realized that since it only cost 79 cents, you get what you pay for.<br />
Yum thanks for the milk mom. Nothing goes better with Mexican food than a sippy of nice cold milk!<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After dinner Jordan and I would get into our pj's and watch TV. This particular night we screened a particularly disturbing episode of SpongeBob Squarepants. As you can see Jordan was in shock over Spongebob's antics.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I, on the other hand..was on the edge of my seat!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Oh no! Spongebob was just ripped in half!! I didn't even see that coming! Ewwwww.<br />
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Hmmm. I guess it was too gruesome for Jordan...wimp.<br />
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Amaya received a jewlery making kit! I wanted to play with all those wonderful beads and jewels soooo badly but Mom wouldn't let me...I heard her tell Aunt Becca that I would just put them in my mouth, she knows me too well because that is exactly what I was going to do with them. I thought Aunt Becca would be on my side at least, she used to taste all her toys. Sheesh!<br />
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Jordan got a toy train set but he wouldn't let me see it.<br />
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I saved the best for last. You would not believe what Papa and Nana got me for Christmas...I can hardly believe it myself. I opened my present with great anticipation to discover...MY VERY OWN LAPTOP!!! AND IT WAS PINK!!!! Finally! Now I won't have to pry the computer from Mom's hands after she falls asleep. Thank you Papa and Nana!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until then...may your night night bottles be warm and fill your tummys!</div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-79153745484999653502010-09-30T16:44:00.000-07:002010-09-30T16:44:35.587-07:00It has been much too long since I have blessed my beloved readers with my deep and life-changing thoughts on life. I am sorry for this. Please accept as an apology the following pictures and captions. Let's jump right in shall we...I was very excited when Mom informed me that we would be going on an excursion to the wonderous city of Amarillo to participate in something called a "playdate" with Mom's friend Linsye, her daughter Ada, and Linsye's mom Darla! <br />
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I thought I would start off with some beauty shots of me and my friend Ada. You're welcome in advance.<br />
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</tbody></table>And here is my dearest and oldest friend Ada Taylor. We may not appear to care for each other very much but we just believe in being discreet so as to keep everyone else away. Beautiful people have to be careful with their reputation..otherwise everyone will want to join the "cool kids" club.<br />
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Ada is under the same curse I am, neither of our parents trust us enough to set us free from our strollers. We were held captive almost the entire day! It's horrifying isn't it?<br />
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How about a change of scene. Mom has taken about a million pictures of me eating a banana. I'm not sure why. She just thinks it's adorable to see me feed myself. <br />
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Did you see that one? It just pounced at me, claws outstretched toward my throat with it's big sharp teeth bared in anticipation for the taste of my delicate baby flesh! Run! Run from the bloodthirsty kittens! Run if you want to live!!!!!<br />
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Sometimes Mom waits for so long to do laundry that she runs out of options for clean clothes to put me in. This is an example of one of those days. The t-shirt is tied in the back and it fell off about 3 seconds later. <br />
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One of Mom and Dad's favorite things to do when he gets home is watch Jeopardy. I too enjoy the trivia game show. While I can't vocalize it quite yet I would like my readers to know that I routinely get more correct answers than my parents who ALWAYS forget to put their answers in the form of a question. Sheesh! (side note from Amy here: Sadie will actually watch Jeopardy from start to finish with us everyday. Her favorite part is clapping with the studio audience during Daily Doubles. She even recognizes it the second it comes on screen)<br />
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I have to go play in the curtains now. It's my favorite place to snack, make messes and get some much needed alone time. I hope you enjoyed the latest installment of ...And Then There Were Three. (BTW I am trying to get Mom to change the name to "The Marvelous and Inspiring Words and Thoughts of Sadie"<br />
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Peace out my homies!<br />
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</div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-10775625276948600052010-09-10T18:41:00.001-07:002010-09-10T19:07:26.915-07:00Go Hart Longhorns!Well, it's that time of year again when football season rules friday nights! Actually in our case it rules all our nights and days as well! It has been an adjustment but we are all navigating these unfamiliar waters together and we will get there. Sadie is asleep so she can't narrate the blog tonight so it's just going to be short and sweet.<br />Here we are leaving for the game. The field is right across the dirt road from our house so we just walked over.<br />It was a big night for hairdos as well since this is the first night that Sadie has let me put a giant bow in her hair and LEFT IT ALONE! I suspect if I had turned my back it would have been gone but she never got the chance to defy the bow.<br />Thanks Aunt Becca! You have awesome bow making abilities and we received many compliments!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntwPEiOSz9wGnFJX4O8U1qlZ4C7Lm-rXJPjjtc67-S6B2PtP8dbIQROVQBzzlb-coIYrbJZmRJTr2_GmFcKdbmvJPjpTWrQuASg-C-F1DI_emGhyKwBS-VrPgNbcWtH5DOXS8JWU0YkgX/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466774676158834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntwPEiOSz9wGnFJX4O8U1qlZ4C7Lm-rXJPjjtc67-S6B2PtP8dbIQROVQBzzlb-coIYrbJZmRJTr2_GmFcKdbmvJPjpTWrQuASg-C-F1DI_emGhyKwBS-VrPgNbcWtH5DOXS8JWU0YkgX/s320/001.JPG" /></a> GO COACH FRYAR! There is a pretty good chance that I embarrassed him by taking this picture but he will get over it :) There was only time for a quick kiss (for Sadie of course) before he had to be on his way.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3v5yOQKHUb2z_EXV142BL6TGOsqkk0GRnCGUcBAtyxIYMK9tDl71FjFgjusKbWz70qgojbvRdAX4iCcUjl00vS7EIXzBKf7J1949CuL6TxVlWAVzbyP0YusCfiM7pLZYTYxXTzNOt6k-k/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466773097858914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3v5yOQKHUb2z_EXV142BL6TGOsqkk0GRnCGUcBAtyxIYMK9tDl71FjFgjusKbWz70qgojbvRdAX4iCcUjl00vS7EIXzBKf7J1949CuL6TxVlWAVzbyP0YusCfiM7pLZYTYxXTzNOt6k-k/s320/002.JPG" /></a> Here we are, all a twitter and waiting for the game to start. You can see the masses of Hart fans behind us ( about 20 in all, but we were a little early)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20YqLvkaMwax4wnL9jhJaLCdLkS354DjHru3pPBWvGzRYWEpPORpsnp0huA0mNWkKWqfT6ENQ6bpel7N7d2eZV7410k4UlefBlqGvmEU7-pTl4Hy5rcNA4lLCW7p2WUZ0v-o_W4dqEHcM/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466762963720450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20YqLvkaMwax4wnL9jhJaLCdLkS354DjHru3pPBWvGzRYWEpPORpsnp0huA0mNWkKWqfT6ENQ6bpel7N7d2eZV7410k4UlefBlqGvmEU7-pTl4Hy5rcNA4lLCW7p2WUZ0v-o_W4dqEHcM/s320/005.JPG" /></a> Coach Daddy talking being all "coachy"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxMqiFHt99J9VmY9k3Z9LT1JOG0ExxxuS4jxbdeg6goT1HoGXRBWU7_STMFsWq-KXeRrwQzg7noIdl8mOjXpc7_rlRySAvwq2V9xEZWOM1DeKILOiWHmJhbkP44MticCOYQMBqD8gMPwq/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466755111290482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkxMqiFHt99J9VmY9k3Z9LT1JOG0ExxxuS4jxbdeg6goT1HoGXRBWU7_STMFsWq-KXeRrwQzg7noIdl8mOjXpc7_rlRySAvwq2V9xEZWOM1DeKILOiWHmJhbkP44MticCOYQMBqD8gMPwq/s320/008.JPG" /></a> In this picture Robby is talking to number 22 who not more than 5 minutes later scored the first touchdown of the game. Coincidence? I think not!!! Coach Fryar rocks!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocCj_94TkvSHPNAVqdRyIQccKV5twzDTdLTZ-ne-_aV_GZ18lxvgC9RGChgRxxArBckCtOs3iUapqJUXHwfjzcMwj4JL9m_Yo6wFF0ccW-uC2bgbQRx_LQIj-MFXBagdmasS-cq8nEG9S/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466072067255778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjocCj_94TkvSHPNAVqdRyIQccKV5twzDTdLTZ-ne-_aV_GZ18lxvgC9RGChgRxxArBckCtOs3iUapqJUXHwfjzcMwj4JL9m_Yo6wFF0ccW-uC2bgbQRx_LQIj-MFXBagdmasS-cq8nEG9S/s320/006.JPG" /></a>My little spider monkey wouldn't stray too far from my side but I still managed to get this precious picture which is, of course, frame bound!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ohPn2a6BhfJhGtVAWwSHHX4lAxeu3y3loLOJ62k1W7txVzvIUm-Uq_oOr6aEpfU2QDbRO_6fJRpy204bSbDIivZDM9CtF9EgtPQZC0coYdNcLBL9J2UZVuQZIngi9qj_vna0DNLS7AOi/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466063743790434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ohPn2a6BhfJhGtVAWwSHHX4lAxeu3y3loLOJ62k1W7txVzvIUm-Uq_oOr6aEpfU2QDbRO_6fJRpy204bSbDIivZDM9CtF9EgtPQZC0coYdNcLBL9J2UZVuQZIngi9qj_vna0DNLS7AOi/s320/007.JPG" /></a></div><div>That is it for the football pictures but I couldn't resist throwing in a few more precious shots. A few weeks ago a cold front came through and it was about 55 degrees in the morning so we layered up to go grocery shopping.</div><div>Here is Ms. Sadie enjoying the crisp cool weather.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh2YE5EGDQUlbuU5j4aQzmpeaJK4LOdTIDsVEGqQQaZfTyI262P_KzhcKIS0fz5erMH8UWpDz1QCUdPKrmU8E7sdYM4qtyY6xqmkU2tinvlGsyUKPp_0ph-nXWuT51iEq6HUO_v6eKoZY/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466056643350658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh2YE5EGDQUlbuU5j4aQzmpeaJK4LOdTIDsVEGqQQaZfTyI262P_KzhcKIS0fz5erMH8UWpDz1QCUdPKrmU8E7sdYM4qtyY6xqmkU2tinvlGsyUKPp_0ph-nXWuT51iEq6HUO_v6eKoZY/s320/003.JPG" /></a> And here she is reading one of our favorite books ( I have it memorized because we read it ALL the time) I had absolutly nothing to do with this pose. She unfolded her couch, she chose her book, and she propped it up to read. PRECIOUS! A girl after her mama's heart.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzmAvM4tuJydL44B6PzMgM5npUSoFAEqLfPptOqk9r6mFw4z6JbQrZIuGmuVg_GnEprj7RXwIi4c2V_AHibY_Q8jGjDjADEq28HI6IFf40HDilZYtZkh2TYDqt0w3upJWCHlCjLB-FJAx/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466049879306098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzmAvM4tuJydL44B6PzMgM5npUSoFAEqLfPptOqk9r6mFw4z6JbQrZIuGmuVg_GnEprj7RXwIi4c2V_AHibY_Q8jGjDjADEq28HI6IFf40HDilZYtZkh2TYDqt0w3upJWCHlCjLB-FJAx/s320/004.JPG" /></a><br />And here she is in a dog bed at Grandmas because...you know...why not.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDKzAv9qNhzeSJorB4ePAdM12pk935rpi3NytqXeJaT5EmRDtZD2OUaFfbAOpD1yJuzkYlnpldiocrpGAleabcvLrvlTGaX6s-BC0TlRu2wAubmkaMJ3g-6zbEEQQCWjGdaj0dY0ogNPK/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515466042926197538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDKzAv9qNhzeSJorB4ePAdM12pk935rpi3NytqXeJaT5EmRDtZD2OUaFfbAOpD1yJuzkYlnpldiocrpGAleabcvLrvlTGaX6s-BC0TlRu2wAubmkaMJ3g-6zbEEQQCWjGdaj0dY0ogNPK/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br />That's it for me tonight. Short and sweet.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-21330426948449402252010-08-20T17:28:00.001-07:002010-08-20T18:38:21.196-07:00My Life in Hart<span style="color:#663366;">HI!! Did you miss me? I know that my mom usually does a little opener here before I start my blog but I told her that her writing becomes tiresome really quickly so she should just let me write the entire blog. So here is goes...</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">As most of you know my parents moved me to Hart TX. Being a city girl I did not feel I was wired to live too far away from a Target but I am learning to appreciate the country life. I thought I would take you though an average day for me in my new home. Mom was in charge of the camera so I apoplogize for shoddy pictures in advance. Enjoy!</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">I begin my day every morning at about 7:30 a.m. My dad has usually left for work by this time. I like to sit in Mom's lap while I wake up fully and then I journey to my room to read a book or two. I love my room. It is so convenient to have all my toys in one place. I routinely pull them all out and I do a pretty good job of spreading them all over th floor if I do say so myself.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1RvXFT_3qdX04UTMLorShXgGhhkF5QdRL-s1hfGMWmAyuaoMRFQ-1bUUHNiZDsIuCjK_eVfHDomKHZbuVAglT9y18nTF4dbof2wC5A3XTBAhzmHggPXUnel42MxdRzsKAe-uq5tpBxBc/s1600/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507657163385661602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1RvXFT_3qdX04UTMLorShXgGhhkF5QdRL-s1hfGMWmAyuaoMRFQ-1bUUHNiZDsIuCjK_eVfHDomKHZbuVAglT9y18nTF4dbof2wC5A3XTBAhzmHggPXUnel42MxdRzsKAe-uq5tpBxBc/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">After my morning read I usually wander back into the living room to see what Mom is up to. This morning she was watching Regis and Kelly and I find that show mildly amusing so I sat down on my couch to enjoy it too. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVENdcSEL0J_oPgXpM_GQH9akymhbLZLZ37brXZFXZ30q50r1bQA_UJP3R_cUC1Osk5m_-7Xvs5u6Qe9XHSKDoXJqJAupORbuxp6ql10i2SXJJQ9-BSXy4CRpYPuDar8gk21Gkj6wYY0Zo/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507657159656770690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVENdcSEL0J_oPgXpM_GQH9akymhbLZLZ37brXZFXZ30q50r1bQA_UJP3R_cUC1Osk5m_-7Xvs5u6Qe9XHSKDoXJqJAupORbuxp6ql10i2SXJJQ9-BSXy4CRpYPuDar8gk21Gkj6wYY0Zo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;">I don't like to eat right when I wake up but about 30 minutes later I am ready for breakfast. I love my special chair at the table. I feel more secure being strapped in. This morning I enjoyed some peach yogurt, milk, and banana. I don't want there to be any confusion about when I am through eating so I let Mom know by throwing everything on the floor.<br /></span><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntOy7rIKXb8CL0j15pJ8u1e5ZHMhQDTgiYMwdm7rWsYk9EYXjsxMex2HoDoR8NScI4uC4392SiQD_0f8c58Rc398UQp4TxVeTIv46gxMBG9KNBPoOXem9EDsBsVIX8_7fo0rYGzrdxwXf/s1600/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507657135951337378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntOy7rIKXb8CL0j15pJ8u1e5ZHMhQDTgiYMwdm7rWsYk9EYXjsxMex2HoDoR8NScI4uC4392SiQD_0f8c58Rc398UQp4TxVeTIv46gxMBG9KNBPoOXem9EDsBsVIX8_7fo0rYGzrdxwXf/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">After breakfast it's time to pick out my outfit for the day. I have TONS of clothes but only a few actually fit me because I am what Mom calls "petite" isn't that cool! I had no idea I was French.</span></div><div><span style="color:#663366;">Anyway, this morning I picked out a swimsuit and a robe to wear. I indicated to Mom what my choice was by, once again, throwing it on the floor. It's my signature move.</span></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507657155064619698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzT4qvD0BYqoCLi6MJlFSbij6ikq5BE4E_0RCv4rSJUJ2uR9_5O6Xq-e_C3VK0xaCuMKm7NbRxyEv8NF5t3KILxoEoGysQDrgnndP-B6IBkdQpnVJLOj0FVLILyI1xIOJKuRCqb8lFiuy1/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /> <div><span style="color:#663366;">When I started this business of blogging I swore to myself that I would never do this but the pressure finally got to me and I have posted a picture of me in my skivvies...scandalous! You may not be able to tell but Mom and Dad have started putting me in cloth diapers instead of disposable ones. I quite like them because my bum is a lot less itchy but I don't like what they do for my figure...oh well.</span></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdX3z_hI_W1FWR4GFYY73oOctHJ04whhilaLTX_zCytMfeGwO-jBmRTsLA8so2ORZ0AvISYVhxp4OSCCALwY1RLaoyImXcOkYUTfXgRg_jjMGZL6T8QYJT-W0kbduynEQNQP0Ikpa6RRN/s1600/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507656514206578834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdX3z_hI_W1FWR4GFYY73oOctHJ04whhilaLTX_zCytMfeGwO-jBmRTsLA8so2ORZ0AvISYVhxp4OSCCALwY1RLaoyImXcOkYUTfXgRg_jjMGZL6T8QYJT-W0kbduynEQNQP0Ikpa6RRN/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">Once again, Mom has chosen something more "sensible" for me to wear. It's not like it's that big a deal, I mean, I look cute in whatever I wear. So here I am ready for the day and I am relaxing and watching Veggitales while waiting for Mom to get ready. I'm not quite sure what she did with my hair there.</span> <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglGVnG90ZVO5LubFOlWJ1R9jYlnv6BxxrDTCAZ3SAEn3E36NgPvEkVOwj4gfHKIlDFmbkletnSKjjXd7pNo8K_-H94Q9lgZAb0dxdtHcKZ9WJsMyBU2pgB6t1dkdqDuDhae2fiuLFdCog/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507656499720203138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglGVnG90ZVO5LubFOlWJ1R9jYlnv6BxxrDTCAZ3SAEn3E36NgPvEkVOwj4gfHKIlDFmbkletnSKjjXd7pNo8K_-H94Q9lgZAb0dxdtHcKZ9WJsMyBU2pgB6t1dkdqDuDhae2fiuLFdCog/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> We are going to Plainview to do some grocery shopping! As usual I have to wait for Mom to get her stuff together before we can go. Wow, we really have to do something about these shrubs. They're as tall as me!</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsa4RnxnluYNYVt20qGLYDiY4tjHv-MhSdE8Ss0Yu2kcrtM8sxAc9RNvtVTGEacO_iidIfLs5fgYrWNDrsCyGdG1wtA2MsHrPSMKi5Ao0kLE4E0Vhg2eWR7wYsklk4T6Zss1d3TcQ1b_O1/s1600/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507656494845455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsa4RnxnluYNYVt20qGLYDiY4tjHv-MhSdE8Ss0Yu2kcrtM8sxAc9RNvtVTGEacO_iidIfLs5fgYrWNDrsCyGdG1wtA2MsHrPSMKi5Ao0kLE4E0Vhg2eWR7wYsklk4T6Zss1d3TcQ1b_O1/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> And here we are at Wal-Mart. I don't mind shopping because it gives me the chance to look around and visit with people who want to meet me. In fact, I met a lovely older lady who admired my hair and said she wanted to try it out for herself because it was a windy day. I can't help but feel she was being condescending. An adult would just look silly with this hairdo.</span></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJQ6D26fRVqZn69Z0PIm4Jt_XQXCUZmp2qCIBms-Oh8spQ30KSZ3PDmzOnY5ktPt7yBnTxiLsScpNCXQkwkJy8lWIoNGebP7K1vP6CAXkRO8cM1w15O_u5fX0zrMEgANU3Fra2Fn68yc2/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507656478956143490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJQ6D26fRVqZn69Z0PIm4Jt_XQXCUZmp2qCIBms-Oh8spQ30KSZ3PDmzOnY5ktPt7yBnTxiLsScpNCXQkwkJy8lWIoNGebP7K1vP6CAXkRO8cM1w15O_u5fX0zrMEgANU3Fra2Fn68yc2/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> After our Wal-Mart excursion I really needed a nap. Mom, why are you taking pictures of this. get out, I am really sleepy! My hair looks sillier than usual because Mom didn't want me to swallow my hair thingies. (Thanks for the reminding her Nana)</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3JiX1Qo76fjWymOWlvv2rk1CuoLiLPS_uiP5CB9E1-j7soUw-tOYbvbF9NTFM3uSfT17ogdzT66k8EvYtBKHpJDWpXKkFzefP4hauUnJr2jB5tWuXH3Zl8DmVXGpPC7a4EcofNmAZaRh/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507655667327784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3JiX1Qo76fjWymOWlvv2rk1CuoLiLPS_uiP5CB9E1-j7soUw-tOYbvbF9NTFM3uSfT17ogdzT66k8EvYtBKHpJDWpXKkFzefP4hauUnJr2jB5tWuXH3Zl8DmVXGpPC7a4EcofNmAZaRh/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">Ahhhh, lunchtime. Mom really went all out and made me an uncrustable PBJ sandwich ( I know you just thaw it and cut it into pieces Mom..duh) I ate the outside bread part only. You can't see my food in this picture because I was through and...you guessed it, threw the rest on the floor! I like watching Mom sweep after every meal.</span></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0O2cCiu8N9kZ5UVp4am1VokeB49Lx0I0jhdu8TEQhbc00u1Gi7VuiLkb3RJTzV7iyWkF9HTJUYsVHGOYXEmmpGUkGvHbcGTpCSFFwibG0S8jKQEw-L6pGN9qaD6Rjn0yj0UgL4vd7_sK7/s1600/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507655664419450066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0O2cCiu8N9kZ5UVp4am1VokeB49Lx0I0jhdu8TEQhbc00u1Gi7VuiLkb3RJTzV7iyWkF9HTJUYsVHGOYXEmmpGUkGvHbcGTpCSFFwibG0S8jKQEw-L6pGN9qaD6Rjn0yj0UgL4vd7_sK7/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">Now it's time for the best part of the day! Our daily walk to check the mail. Here in the country we have to go to the Post Office to pick up our mail and since the Post Office is only a couple streets over we usually walk (well, I stroll) Mom insists on lathering me up in sunblock and today she made me wear shoes because we are also going to visit Daddy at work.<br /></span></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPBgm96KDD30bAfEF3-By8PChrXZzxNcXI-RKeWX75OQ2H2OSXHbCI66W0ZwbFBQ7lYKViGsVMmz_oeExunoyVQnZN502p40Gd09NWWP8xfhTFYTUgcAxYDhNGXD6mnEOGLltUzRF1L6y/s1600/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507655655532251202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPBgm96KDD30bAfEF3-By8PChrXZzxNcXI-RKeWX75OQ2H2OSXHbCI66W0ZwbFBQ7lYKViGsVMmz_oeExunoyVQnZN502p40Gd09NWWP8xfhTFYTUgcAxYDhNGXD6mnEOGLltUzRF1L6y/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">Here is a lovely shot of me in front of one of Hart's treasures...a grain mill. Sometimes I can't believe I actually live here. I MISS YOU TARGET!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieHYDjpvcTq0GHBwKoZ7XVD7xtlUg2vTq5RL4CxqTZLZBKMZUr7IOMg8Oxx3BVe8qyGXd3H0SpGT_Y7_HLIOHd2_vG95lCawhmXr66BRSubV0IDMG_TS_uTnvkAuMlx4VHB7Z6s2dt0r4/s1600/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507655647443293538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjieHYDjpvcTq0GHBwKoZ7XVD7xtlUg2vTq5RL4CxqTZLZBKMZUr7IOMg8Oxx3BVe8qyGXd3H0SpGT_Y7_HLIOHd2_vG95lCawhmXr66BRSubV0IDMG_TS_uTnvkAuMlx4VHB7Z6s2dt0r4/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> Hart is not a safe place for frogs. We like to count the number of dead frogs we encounter on the way to the Post Office. Today we counted 18! There were more but then there was some traffic on the street (3 cars) so we had to be extra careful and couldn't keep counting. I guess frogs don't learn by example because they all try and cross the street and they get smushed. Ahhh. Mom took a picture of a smushed frog...lovely. At least this one is dried out.</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMzacuHT_PXdPsmdq2xbzRGcULM5Dcujt3qXpIiRZgY7gjBneOnU71gDxufpKX6KPMw6bECLkdXJtJl7uGGpq-_b7DQqkzyKnm1Ag6Tb4UpK7zingk0_0QNEJUW8SM6Nr2_Mp8pZqlwSy/s1600/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507655636352131426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMzacuHT_PXdPsmdq2xbzRGcULM5Dcujt3qXpIiRZgY7gjBneOnU71gDxufpKX6KPMw6bECLkdXJtJl7uGGpq-_b7DQqkzyKnm1Ag6Tb4UpK7zingk0_0QNEJUW8SM6Nr2_Mp8pZqlwSy/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#663366;">And here we are in Daddy's classroom! I think it could use some more color but Daddy says it will do just fine for a high school math class. One day he will appreciate my decorating skills.<br /></span><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8rJ-1VwvuUmX5-eiA0e1s9LI7ap6n2IAYn8t4BkXLxT84udM25Rz0Sp9ia5VjP4sgoEFxkNgetApG5RwKJHl69-jwMD0L4Kg_4_FDjVCgih2u_Pxf1YDTCcB59KwFhNBAjobKHR0A2Q4/s1600/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507654538731057458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8rJ-1VwvuUmX5-eiA0e1s9LI7ap6n2IAYn8t4BkXLxT84udM25Rz0Sp9ia5VjP4sgoEFxkNgetApG5RwKJHl69-jwMD0L4Kg_4_FDjVCgih2u_Pxf1YDTCcB59KwFhNBAjobKHR0A2Q4/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> I love to sit with Daddy at his desk. I was also parched after our walk. I miss Daddy when he is gone all day but at least he is just across the street and never to far away.</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwik-ohbS3EY5nZpC1s6jUlRUs0OpFjvTt4NI5EznF5jF8uK38UbXajUJMHj-URSE9JM2S2iMJr9J3wrVBUifVfNqOmjcI59FloQh4e_xdAiRPBenr8E7uGdVtA5rbvPTRZ-6Dod4t7NeK/s1600/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507654536454671730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwik-ohbS3EY5nZpC1s6jUlRUs0OpFjvTt4NI5EznF5jF8uK38UbXajUJMHj-URSE9JM2S2iMJr9J3wrVBUifVfNqOmjcI59FloQh4e_xdAiRPBenr8E7uGdVtA5rbvPTRZ-6Dod4t7NeK/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> Daddy was feeling overwhelmed with everything he has to do to get ready for Monday so I made up a little cheer to encourage him. It goes "YEAH!!!" and you clap your hands. Here I am perfoming it for him. I think it really did the trick. He doesn't usually look crazy!</span></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMAtQ-TrD2QsA82BVesiMyPCEuAVFYC2m5FJAt__RSirTHzhvnUPhBYjez5MsI5rTU3JD6oJ7gH5zAsv0OVM0j_ZJ2tTkHNvm1IgdebH69KWsEW67J6Y4LbuYvhCeGKqqMc3V466cvSqf/s1600/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507654532308032674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMAtQ-TrD2QsA82BVesiMyPCEuAVFYC2m5FJAt__RSirTHzhvnUPhBYjez5MsI5rTU3JD6oJ7gH5zAsv0OVM0j_ZJ2tTkHNvm1IgdebH69KWsEW67J6Y4LbuYvhCeGKqqMc3V466cvSqf/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"> Well, my day is starting to wind down. I played for a little while longer, had some dinner (threw it on the floor) took a relaxing bath, and here I am watching The Backyardigans before bed. Then Mom said we were going to watch Psych which is one of her and Dad's favorite shows but instead of putting it on the TV, she turned the computer on and Nana and Duke were on the show! I was confused because I didn't see Gus anywhere but Mom insisted that we were watching Psych.</span></div><div>Sorry to jump in here Sadie but we weren't watching Psych, we were using Skype to talk to Nana and Duke.</div><div><span style="color:#663366;">MOM! You can't just interrupt my blog with your made up words.</span></div><div>Ok, Sadie, so sorry...carry on.<br /><span style="color:#663366;">Anyway, I didn't understand the computer thing but I LOVE Backyardigans!<br /></span></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhngzZTZW5WKvBAaUYCMKVWtv2IwSV4_JRSRRHCxy4UHTp5u6IxQBIvpKbZZRH4h9uTgJbIWBN4WqR2V-or6pOa1pA5nTs1YTe1IdQuJkRaLQ9jSQ8skgSvWKqpAHzavUCiV4v5MFxtAd/s1600/029.JPG"><span style="color:#663366;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507654518925748722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhngzZTZW5WKvBAaUYCMKVWtv2IwSV4_JRSRRHCxy4UHTp5u6IxQBIvpKbZZRH4h9uTgJbIWBN4WqR2V-or6pOa1pA5nTs1YTe1IdQuJkRaLQ9jSQ8skgSvWKqpAHzavUCiV4v5MFxtAd/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#663366;"> Well folks, it's now almost 7:30 and time for me to turn in. After reading a few books with Mom and saying our prayers I am going to call it a night. I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my day. As you can see, living in the country has not slowed me down a bit, I even grown two more teeth! I hope everyone has a pleasant weekend, I know I will. Goodnight All!</span></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507654520734954898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDN05Q8ciEXq2lg8gXYgaLdX2UFcKS2e4nf2sXdCOD8_T__UvCTQXmhpYPJcTlbCH9XR6kVhtbw41djhPG2SDmiyMOHLlNGwwmxiaaYqMQwM5KgpgTdPB7Tz8ekGTzQ6DrDftXJXyHVmNi/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-73250550278896190652010-07-13T13:19:00.000-07:002010-07-13T14:00:40.770-07:00Party Time!Sadie celebrated 1 year of being in this world on June 22nd but of course you can't have a decent party on a Tuesday so we actually had her party on the 26th. I will not apologize for the late blog, we have been super busy with locating and packing all of our stuff to move to Hart. More on that later, this blog is about Sadie's party.<br />I only have pictures of Sadie opening her presents, I have to track down my dad's camera before I can post the rest of the party. I can tell you how the day went though.<br />We were expecting a large number of guests and we weren't disappointed. Between all the granparents, great-grandparents, great-great nana, aunts, uncles, cousins, and close friends we had a full house and tons of fun!! Hopefully I can get pictures of the decorations up soon!<br />I was doing great all week long making plans, decorating, cleaning, and packing. Friday night I went to bed early so I could get up early, do a little bit of last minute shopping and put the final touches on the house. Of course, as luck would have it, I woke up at 3:00 a.m. so dizzy I couldn't even walk. Laying down was not an option because the room would literally spin so I propped myself up and put on a movie (You've Got Mail) so that I could focus on something to stop the spinning. I was finally able to lay on my left side with minimal dizzines and fall back to sleep but the next morning, I didn't think I was going to make it. I had to sit down in the middle of the aisle at Target and forget taping decorations to the ceiling. After a couple bouts of sickness and explaining to visiting family that I was not pregnant, just sick, I was able to decorate the cake and get some food set out. Of course, I couldn't have done anything without mine and Robby's wonderful families there to help, and a couple of Aunt Jen's anti-dizzy pills (shout-out to her sinus infection)<br />Sadie was her cutsey little self all day, she accepted her public with grace and decorum and a little bit of dancing! So I will quit rambling and get on with the pictures...enjoy!<br /><br />Sadie was very lucky to have novice present openers Caden and Jorden there to help her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAa_IGoRCY2ZFKWld70DuVYxlGrmUkpJbISWrMle8cQnt283EnwyrsRmEpoR_PcsoNK-DTPZPZl2D7-MRZncxyRgx5q2SmkujZ-3qtof_3R5eetCWkPFSEjfPYDHfMG8RYiXfDXgYZF5h/s1600/20100824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493490799217495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAa_IGoRCY2ZFKWld70DuVYxlGrmUkpJbISWrMle8cQnt283EnwyrsRmEpoR_PcsoNK-DTPZPZl2D7-MRZncxyRgx5q2SmkujZ-3qtof_3R5eetCWkPFSEjfPYDHfMG8RYiXfDXgYZF5h/s320/20100824.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />She loves to make loud sounds and she loves to dance so I was glad that she recieved drums, a xylophone, and other assorted movers and shakers. Jordan was excited as well!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr2ELrD1A7zLGL75e2vWK5Bl6SIIUT-Uy6rxuyxR558lfcQft0pzeC3-RRoN7zc1zSSM6pw2FUGzi7ti8HCB4r8XXrz7V9jytElNiDlKIojK8vBROlrDE5oUZm8o2qwYKcnO7ixPy4wle/s1600/20100827.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493490788993879810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinr2ELrD1A7zLGL75e2vWK5Bl6SIIUT-Uy6rxuyxR558lfcQft0pzeC3-RRoN7zc1zSSM6pw2FUGzi7ti8HCB4r8XXrz7V9jytElNiDlKIojK8vBROlrDE5oUZm8o2qwYKcnO7ixPy4wle/s320/20100827.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here she sits at the feet of her elders to learn from their wisdom.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90Qr7a6Pzh-tKp5_DRQKJ3f_Olkk-G21W0DsYW2RO31QchihmVbXzbvwc-0f2N_lJcipfsD-IqL-HuMdA-1n0Xh2oyX6fOAxEVitIGB-k7gPQ_AH7HOti9aALq2mblCFjLnbTwIIVrU2F/s1600/20100829.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493490780851499298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90Qr7a6Pzh-tKp5_DRQKJ3f_Olkk-G21W0DsYW2RO31QchihmVbXzbvwc-0f2N_lJcipfsD-IqL-HuMdA-1n0Xh2oyX6fOAxEVitIGB-k7gPQ_AH7HOti9aALq2mblCFjLnbTwIIVrU2F/s320/20100829.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Emma and Amaya stuck together for the entire party. There's not much to do at a party for babies...if you're not one!<br /><div> </div><div><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGHkp21Gj4lzWNBV6MRcaxYwh5nMHVZMl4ylV6EeM4M5WDtZq04HR7SHzUfzX8JdM-dRKufcp3HDvDq9vieS_LeIFRpbjesK6BfRuNQfQsNnio8gSI3GMY8GzO10M5FhTmuZR18gRbzuD/s1600/20100839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489831402222258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGHkp21Gj4lzWNBV6MRcaxYwh5nMHVZMl4ylV6EeM4M5WDtZq04HR7SHzUfzX8JdM-dRKufcp3HDvDq9vieS_LeIFRpbjesK6BfRuNQfQsNnio8gSI3GMY8GzO10M5FhTmuZR18gRbzuD/s320/20100839.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>It may have been her first party but Sadie is a natural at ripping the wrapping paper off! I was proud of her because she was also able to move beyond the paper to notice the present. Genius! (Disclaimer* Robby just noticed the paper...maybe next year:)</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1CvWNyCs6M_u7aqKjcSZ4E5z3Eo25S95UZjhCDFgiIdaM4MDgMUeGB5eUs6fryZiNDcDjYD4JRplW5Wxglgy2YutB58QbaVW72LwLZYUFs_A81nIMQJVztTTQ50hyphenhyphenxAWrweaoDupAwZE/s1600/20100840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489819563512434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1CvWNyCs6M_u7aqKjcSZ4E5z3Eo25S95UZjhCDFgiIdaM4MDgMUeGB5eUs6fryZiNDcDjYD4JRplW5Wxglgy2YutB58QbaVW72LwLZYUFs_A81nIMQJVztTTQ50hyphenhyphenxAWrweaoDupAwZE/s320/20100840.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This little microphone from Papa and Mammie turned out to be a family favorite. You can record your voice and make it go different speeds. Hours of fun!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSkKtrFrECJf379fzg-X0YnGGlvEcXO4-rNNdJbawDcMsn3CHG6cCDEB_wyCWw30w5cbqD_WMdexJSNhBGh09FBoKNOMuxBm_XvBNFbC4pwukFc6ihX3sqDc70t2uhZor17OOPEUey-8L9/s1600/20100842.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489811913379698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSkKtrFrECJf379fzg-X0YnGGlvEcXO4-rNNdJbawDcMsn3CHG6cCDEB_wyCWw30w5cbqD_WMdexJSNhBGh09FBoKNOMuxBm_XvBNFbC4pwukFc6ihX3sqDc70t2uhZor17OOPEUey-8L9/s320/20100842.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here she is getting Caden and Aunt Jen's approval. They both thought it was cool as well.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGOMYep8SquPzoiY_FHV8rQ_xZVM7XFolwbgPMeIv-FH9i2l2ZW0EWCNuyi25bWKShAizxV4zHf35tIBgtIjY0pfPmfIviSyYxWp4Q2awwj51gleZYUkomR_ckhJ588RYnx3OeT5JaIoF/s1600/20100847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489801624486098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGOMYep8SquPzoiY_FHV8rQ_xZVM7XFolwbgPMeIv-FH9i2l2ZW0EWCNuyi25bWKShAizxV4zHf35tIBgtIjY0pfPmfIviSyYxWp4Q2awwj51gleZYUkomR_ckhJ588RYnx3OeT5JaIoF/s320/20100847.JPG" border="0" /></a> Didn't I tell you she was an awesome present opener! Look at that focus!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZPQWT1mKMXlMTsHpbITIu-jcpS6rPUH4t2QQYyhrp0Xunm6w3D_xlr3uuOaFZ5SKNV6Fg_LbUKQNZOaXVyK7yrH2GF1hOHuCVA8a30xzBJYPmR0rtlbVAfCRKnsNen201L86lfSXCxcu/s1600/20100850.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489787204591330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZPQWT1mKMXlMTsHpbITIu-jcpS6rPUH4t2QQYyhrp0Xunm6w3D_xlr3uuOaFZ5SKNV6Fg_LbUKQNZOaXVyK7yrH2GF1hOHuCVA8a30xzBJYPmR0rtlbVAfCRKnsNen201L86lfSXCxcu/s320/20100850.JPG" border="0" /></a>A little love from Daddy. So sweet!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fS8XsVmT3yh7yn4sVer_QAD6i1WoDMtTAN7MxpOmOltN7xLYhR6N4yjY-c_73I4X7mIxRvDdcq1aZ8db-OgqNse7FsRyNKhYGdc9NjZ-UHCuayxycTTwsbLafjOiD0SI9oeLUZoVkma1/s1600/20100851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488812224433522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4fS8XsVmT3yh7yn4sVer_QAD6i1WoDMtTAN7MxpOmOltN7xLYhR6N4yjY-c_73I4X7mIxRvDdcq1aZ8db-OgqNse7FsRyNKhYGdc9NjZ-UHCuayxycTTwsbLafjOiD0SI9oeLUZoVkma1/s320/20100851.JPG" border="0" /></a> More cute daughter/daddy shots.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSGY8weI0O1QKpxRmvjvoJCWtDfhiZeV3i5CZk-877xOoqjngzVrif3fSmrAZVi8bsbECMsQLcgBvLurbc95YjjL0UYaUwDZnx-iAh8AjMv1uX2bt2WaWUMeEeL9WtVgkR6E4VsLmgu0l/s1600/20100853.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488806052979298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSGY8weI0O1QKpxRmvjvoJCWtDfhiZeV3i5CZk-877xOoqjngzVrif3fSmrAZVi8bsbECMsQLcgBvLurbc95YjjL0UYaUwDZnx-iAh8AjMv1uX2bt2WaWUMeEeL9WtVgkR6E4VsLmgu0l/s320/20100853.JPG" border="0" /></a> And this sweet smile appears to be directed towards Amaya. She loves her big girl cousin.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecKbH6tQ0Qcm7wZhGqShnFNZ9HvtKl4MeKBEJ4dw2MpwsxUGtrzWbkhxTslXWSnidzjeE1E3hLRV1ZM81XDeNRG__iH-Cz2kerj1fT8vKolQgQwDeFiz1lz8A8VR4cLRo8PvqND6PvPei/s1600/20100858.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488795652705058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecKbH6tQ0Qcm7wZhGqShnFNZ9HvtKl4MeKBEJ4dw2MpwsxUGtrzWbkhxTslXWSnidzjeE1E3hLRV1ZM81XDeNRG__iH-Cz2kerj1fT8vKolQgQwDeFiz1lz8A8VR4cLRo8PvqND6PvPei/s320/20100858.JPG" border="0" /></a> Litte drummer girl, she shows Daddy how it's done.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJWkpJDz6GQQfkA8N7bMgQG2C9HvoSYYP8fn4rWLiIJiEO5wBnuzq6U-W8GjrifTbvbSHFvkbNt52rix1eog08ZGXL9C1aAVR5qBtJOKC9qZDTS-z-uRbnuXwWt8QbX3MNX7PezN1YAd7/s1600/20100856.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488791706228034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJWkpJDz6GQQfkA8N7bMgQG2C9HvoSYYP8fn4rWLiIJiEO5wBnuzq6U-W8GjrifTbvbSHFvkbNt52rix1eog08ZGXL9C1aAVR5qBtJOKC9qZDTS-z-uRbnuXwWt8QbX3MNX7PezN1YAd7/s320/20100856.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ahhh, the green stroller from Aunt Dawnie, Uncle Clint and Forest. Amaya pushed her around in that thing for 45 minutes! She still loves to ride in her stroller and it has already gotten tons of use!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvN_kj1semN1NsdphWeRqes9wDUjgx7y2jA81TU0-GPWwUj_EVijPlqmKctmsNXmLapdM-06MvLAnNvK-SzI9iECfAagakO1LOE5QWKr5eq2OZQVWH9EU5nb3Xi7qtTirqzOcr3oAW8tk/s1600/20100866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493488784673277186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvN_kj1semN1NsdphWeRqes9wDUjgx7y2jA81TU0-GPWwUj_EVijPlqmKctmsNXmLapdM-06MvLAnNvK-SzI9iECfAagakO1LOE5QWKr5eq2OZQVWH9EU5nb3Xi7qtTirqzOcr3oAW8tk/s320/20100866.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, hopefully I can get more party pictures up soon. I can't promise anything though because it's the big moving week!</div></div></div></div></div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-55493898946501534752010-06-22T17:55:00.000-07:002010-06-22T19:25:51.103-07:00Happy Birthday Sadie!!!!<span style="color:#000000;">A year ago today little Miss Sadie came into the world and immediately had us asking that same question that parent's have been asking since the beginning of time....what did we do before we had a kid? Well, I honestly can't remember what made our lives so rich before but I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that nothing has made us happier and laugh more than our precious gift from God. I can't tell who has more fun, us or her! </span><br />Now her big party is on Saturday but we wanted to do something special (and preferably free) on her birthday. We figured we have years of Chuck E Cheese, swimming, movie, and sleepover parties in our future so we decided to start off slow and go to the Ft. Worth Botanical Gardens and let Sadie practice walking around. It was pretty hot but there is so much shade that it wasn't too bad.<br />I would love to tell you more about it but since it is Sadie's day she insisted on narrating herself so enjoy the day through Sadie's eyes! (as usual, Sadie's words will be in pink as per her instructions)<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Actually, I want my words in blue today!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Whatever.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">So, happy birthday to me! I really loved the Botanical Gardens and I can't wait to show you the pictures. Here we go...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Our journey began at a beautiful fish tank filled with all kinds of brightly colored fish from around the world! </span><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVwZiUJ8270iehdeKILO2LgwiexGIo5yw0dDefukA7TT_hooZuksjyverif95inXXj3RwOYEXbGTlcvak0MmI5d4RnYtErlcLgvBYD-6KPqaH5pWRyiVFcUcbM9l0j2V4WTs3P_np_47M/s1600/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485774638256940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVwZiUJ8270iehdeKILO2LgwiexGIo5yw0dDefukA7TT_hooZuksjyverif95inXXj3RwOYEXbGTlcvak0MmI5d4RnYtErlcLgvBYD-6KPqaH5pWRyiVFcUcbM9l0j2V4WTs3P_np_47M/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Are these for sale? I asked Mom and Dad. They said no. BOO!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8K6DpniXo44X9dihVZ7zpSpRGdVzAO04M8-uvj6y4-r37BLbEV4prrFGTeobgv_brWqarKH7fGMNz1yEW5TXJJP55GPdEmgi1hHyG4c_RQq2LT_5_sLVi0uRbO5LOTkbsJyU9izqJB3y/s1600/sadie's+one+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485774628883677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8K6DpniXo44X9dihVZ7zpSpRGdVzAO04M8-uvj6y4-r37BLbEV4prrFGTeobgv_brWqarKH7fGMNz1yEW5TXJJP55GPdEmgi1hHyG4c_RQq2LT_5_sLVi0uRbO5LOTkbsJyU9izqJB3y/s320/sadie's+one+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Ohhh, I think I found Nemo!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC4quC7-OyYiGAXFMfynXQrrppg6A5rbXy7P-qOdA-9uUgtn1vYsagHkjKZz2KOw-j0O0QdmvNVqIkXzP_tk895jz6gzTS2TJjrTaRwY3CNHfRpHATjvex3AoWxATMJoaHIPxqM1KK7io/s1600/sadie's+one+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485774612331059810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC4quC7-OyYiGAXFMfynXQrrppg6A5rbXy7P-qOdA-9uUgtn1vYsagHkjKZz2KOw-j0O0QdmvNVqIkXzP_tk895jz6gzTS2TJjrTaRwY3CNHfRpHATjvex3AoWxATMJoaHIPxqM1KK7io/s320/sadie's+one+014.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Sometimes, I need a little help getting my balance but who doesn't?</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkh_u-UV6qXTb00_Z7-wajiZOYooTOJl0y1SCN480WCuqREOHJjDmksu-I16dvewZeQ6et1u7xlGQHkyP0bqKmgmIO1OF5Tde7c8S_dTb1Ord3qy1y8ynCDh5mfSaQC87B3-pTLBqJ8Bkk/s1600/sadie's+one+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485774603451702562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkh_u-UV6qXTb00_Z7-wajiZOYooTOJl0y1SCN480WCuqREOHJjDmksu-I16dvewZeQ6et1u7xlGQHkyP0bqKmgmIO1OF5Tde7c8S_dTb1Ord3qy1y8ynCDh5mfSaQC87B3-pTLBqJ8Bkk/s320/sadie's+one+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm starting to get this walking thing down. Mom and Dad didn't want to forget how old I am so they made me wear a big 1 on my shirt.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZb1W5dq6em8p1eGncOFDPI-X8zr1jkAwphE3FkYgaQV5Ip_3pBL2FrnSwYEOsW_PW2fxwr2YT5ap00jYlxSV3RfdfmjmLKQ6pGlG-EeIOtt0Rc72iDEdZUD_cA2uN_RTtbZklmXM1ppII/s1600/sadie's+one+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485773542633708402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZb1W5dq6em8p1eGncOFDPI-X8zr1jkAwphE3FkYgaQV5Ip_3pBL2FrnSwYEOsW_PW2fxwr2YT5ap00jYlxSV3RfdfmjmLKQ6pGlG-EeIOtt0Rc72iDEdZUD_cA2uN_RTtbZklmXM1ppII/s320/sadie's+one+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">I thought this looked like a good place to sit and get my bearings. So much nature, so little time!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBYqe1XVpDTtUTAFbrjTSU5QhscEmaXKWVbnDhLyXNUfrXILjcxXnh5Jpjj2x-LTYIzzNPWYC-f4aXojmh9_S6qjtqsLSZ7u-YXsoFjAIYxnZk3OO01zeO6cZfCT8qn0Xdh6rrnVczO7y/s1600/sadie's+one+036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485773534228967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBYqe1XVpDTtUTAFbrjTSU5QhscEmaXKWVbnDhLyXNUfrXILjcxXnh5Jpjj2x-LTYIzzNPWYC-f4aXojmh9_S6qjtqsLSZ7u-YXsoFjAIYxnZk3OO01zeO6cZfCT8qn0Xdh6rrnVczO7y/s320/sadie's+one+036.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">The lavender smelled so good and it was so pretty. I couldn't resist taking a few petals, literally...I am still trying to control those fine motor skills. Oh well.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpj-vw2tCjJZvIly3uUw57wpsYo3f4jYcKI4WoGVapp7AzFr_hEY0EHCxQYT4ASVASBUBvtrSiG5nWErNwHDX5tCuVo9Luz9JyqBK9Crxh5dklYCg4F8sV1PcyB_TGAy74L5q8N4DOHm5/s1600/sadie's+one+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485773528222881106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpj-vw2tCjJZvIly3uUw57wpsYo3f4jYcKI4WoGVapp7AzFr_hEY0EHCxQYT4ASVASBUBvtrSiG5nWErNwHDX5tCuVo9Luz9JyqBK9Crxh5dklYCg4F8sV1PcyB_TGAy74L5q8N4DOHm5/s320/sadie's+one+039.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">As I sat surrounded by the beauty of God's creation I pondered our existence and the reason we are put on this earth. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrllFSKnibTDo8D-eMt89jdwoV5kZyTiJwKxBRK1gDNY_6t7Bgn130wH5xn8kaYK-INTCshXb491hIYbuqxm90xJnk19y02S_QySrpfPhEcTggdTw3EhqsFUhw5v4-DX1qf_6t8pOvK7zb/s1600/sadie's+one+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485773520484450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrllFSKnibTDo8D-eMt89jdwoV5kZyTiJwKxBRK1gDNY_6t7Bgn130wH5xn8kaYK-INTCshXb491hIYbuqxm90xJnk19y02S_QySrpfPhEcTggdTw3EhqsFUhw5v4-DX1qf_6t8pOvK7zb/s320/sadie's+one+041.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">I came up with a wonderful metaphor about the fragility of flowers and human life and tried to paint a picture in my parent's minds so that they could fully appreciate all the wonders this life has to offer...I don't think they are as deep as I am though.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCigAdnFRbxW3C6BMVc_ro6-ZQh29o6mGTbCwj9xkrl_uY_dprVr4gQH6WkYAhZ5XRZf-Rz-Plpb5w7CHKhFjUTSHjqOpvQuLTQc0-Ny0uucIt_Yr-50bHwr1WG4R4hKTRLjJ54ZVz7hY8/s1600/sadie's+one+046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485773513643073202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCigAdnFRbxW3C6BMVc_ro6-ZQh29o6mGTbCwj9xkrl_uY_dprVr4gQH6WkYAhZ5XRZf-Rz-Plpb5w7CHKhFjUTSHjqOpvQuLTQc0-Ny0uucIt_Yr-50bHwr1WG4R4hKTRLjJ54ZVz7hY8/s320/sadie's+one+046.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">See what I mean, look at the goofy, "devil may care" look on my dad's face. It's so hard to be young and misunderstood.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq_hEcLsn9-hxGQcglaYhueBt5Nzf6LPOwp2VsR_0KBz641UcojVknHsw8AKpX98xRMywIjvVgqU7VzXVcxnK80VYLFqUPNzp47rvY2F7NH7LLyWm43mUkCTmJ20Jn8eJcqRzVoUCMFjW/s1600/sadie's+one+048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772386823144738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq_hEcLsn9-hxGQcglaYhueBt5Nzf6LPOwp2VsR_0KBz641UcojVknHsw8AKpX98xRMywIjvVgqU7VzXVcxnK80VYLFqUPNzp47rvY2F7NH7LLyWm43mUkCTmJ20Jn8eJcqRzVoUCMFjW/s320/sadie's+one+048.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">Why they keep insisting on making me play with water I will never know. I mean, what is so exciting about water? I gave a few good splashes to appease the parents so we could move on.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QlEWZjJO8o61agxnST0EFhFolVZvjzThSA2TIkA-fTBVlvyj4vYVNVL31xyM99hZHRCD6ZkQ6J2ZFerX-hA6jP_wnqd_Z-tsNVsVHdiYlHozTVLx43fx46Z65qE-KobrKk5FD-OuqVsl/s1600/sadie's+one+056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772377603984114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QlEWZjJO8o61agxnST0EFhFolVZvjzThSA2TIkA-fTBVlvyj4vYVNVL31xyM99hZHRCD6ZkQ6J2ZFerX-hA6jP_wnqd_Z-tsNVsVHdiYlHozTVLx43fx46Z65qE-KobrKk5FD-OuqVsl/s320/sadie's+one+056.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">I was flattered that Mom gave up the camera to get a picture with me. I could tell she was wanting to tell Dad exactly what to do but she held her tongue...big step for my control freak Mamma!</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88VQmSlPiUZWXP3CTG8gFpDQ39q3dmQOKQm9nt2VzpgMvgTZAtEfRrQqdbNNL7ovmyosTas-RZHWthPegclx-CmTBfr6TByb6GWPGkVKDdL5Fb4NfK-mLv2kLGORVSkCuAsRrfRIGOoH0/s1600/sadie's+one+069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772371543230530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88VQmSlPiUZWXP3CTG8gFpDQ39q3dmQOKQm9nt2VzpgMvgTZAtEfRrQqdbNNL7ovmyosTas-RZHWthPegclx-CmTBfr6TByb6GWPGkVKDdL5Fb4NfK-mLv2kLGORVSkCuAsRrfRIGOoH0/s320/sadie's+one+069.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Halfway through our garden excursion I was parched. Luckily, the parents packed a sippy with juice for me.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3NII6Ch5jLWqkIdMe2Lb2rfsCxO5HBAWHrSUtDlUWI7AA3mGGn4SSyPij8w7wpnM79UWSJSxrYNfHqQc_8vt3RT_pPYgZe0sxJRCdYA8c9WSgP34WDhr2Xv115JVcZPspNBUo2UrNDCY/s1600/sadie's+one+077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772364342878722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3NII6Ch5jLWqkIdMe2Lb2rfsCxO5HBAWHrSUtDlUWI7AA3mGGn4SSyPij8w7wpnM79UWSJSxrYNfHqQc_8vt3RT_pPYgZe0sxJRCdYA8c9WSgP34WDhr2Xv115JVcZPspNBUo2UrNDCY/s320/sadie's+one+077.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Look! A squirrtel eating a piece of grass. I like squirrtels.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">Actually Sadie, they're called squirrels. There isn't a T.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Geez Mom! You could have told me that before I made a fool of myself.</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppKOs1CQpU7sHXr2GtaXLwbW1oHZu3FAsUtw9Mpc6-Zp4pPaZmIl4xIcB2zg-rZWh4XyNSwbA-WR07uf8yTbGd2eVEj1K8HUHoX1RmQg7XkXY5aRuV6Y9IGUjUXhax0W7leV_5aP8PTnT/s1600/sadie's+one+081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772355080266706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppKOs1CQpU7sHXr2GtaXLwbW1oHZu3FAsUtw9Mpc6-Zp4pPaZmIl4xIcB2zg-rZWh4XyNSwbA-WR07uf8yTbGd2eVEj1K8HUHoX1RmQg7XkXY5aRuV6Y9IGUjUXhax0W7leV_5aP8PTnT/s320/sadie's+one+081.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">I was struck once again with a deep thought about nature and how the harshness of the Texas sun does not prevent the flowers from growing because God has ingrained them to survive despite the odds, much like us as humans!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Fge875RIo-znkNzf3kXM_1dg1XCuwBCc08w_ragH6F57d062iz1KZQYW58SACIaG2L9TA5cYl9GyGtdCE1I_Y7hhAT5K7Gr3AFYJfVlYcnjgWb8tQfxWU1PVC4CsOlmXgerbZIjFwpip/s1600/sadie's+one+085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485771233403353090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Fge875RIo-znkNzf3kXM_1dg1XCuwBCc08w_ragH6F57d062iz1KZQYW58SACIaG2L9TA5cYl9GyGtdCE1I_Y7hhAT5K7Gr3AFYJfVlYcnjgWb8tQfxWU1PVC4CsOlmXgerbZIjFwpip/s320/sadie's+one+085.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Then I forgot about my philosopical thoughts when I realized this was perfect opportunity to steal Dad's hat...hee hee!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgosQE28L2Y7o0VPXRnDzUC7HiRIWlrysMRLK_y2omxyMlMYmG47-R5dHwAem6-Qim55iK7O50aQOg9kCTuIoI2WKhYNhAzdpYz0C60L4QEqgYQzAWrL8pvEk14LCL95FEqFCHZkBQbisnn/s1600/sadie's+one+092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485771226200606850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgosQE28L2Y7o0VPXRnDzUC7HiRIWlrysMRLK_y2omxyMlMYmG47-R5dHwAem6-Qim55iK7O50aQOg9kCTuIoI2WKhYNhAzdpYz0C60L4QEqgYQzAWrL8pvEk14LCL95FEqFCHZkBQbisnn/s320/sadie's+one+092.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">Well, here's a beauty shot if ever there was one. I bet this one is going in a frame.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">You're right about that one Sadie.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm always right Mom.</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7HBuSJk33UgwYuYNtDDdImeD06n0ED95LDsI-IK3XBcKXhEVJh7BxOlFwBGlN9ZUyGlQeHBXuxwxJREdfVPrGiT5swIyCCpFtNDbkIb9Gtz0T2SAiO-jby1JJsKomFrb4MUc42tTcFSO/s1600/sadie's+one+097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485771220380049314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7HBuSJk33UgwYuYNtDDdImeD06n0ED95LDsI-IK3XBcKXhEVJh7BxOlFwBGlN9ZUyGlQeHBXuxwxJREdfVPrGiT5swIyCCpFtNDbkIb9Gtz0T2SAiO-jby1JJsKomFrb4MUc42tTcFSO/s320/sadie's+one+097.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></a></span> <div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Here's another one that's frame bound!</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYjrIHzqlkf31bm1WmAY88HH3S8xsZdzsjMIdyZe_jf16BB_E4jZ3Dw0iZGhCY1BhGiE7pkc2ELQGsoH9euHersUV5vFOCPyj6Coxb9f_tp3FgJKcxeZvYU4TP_1tWkO9L2-CovgFa4ip/s1600/sadie's+one+101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485771212427816690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYjrIHzqlkf31bm1WmAY88HH3S8xsZdzsjMIdyZe_jf16BB_E4jZ3Dw0iZGhCY1BhGiE7pkc2ELQGsoH9euHersUV5vFOCPyj6Coxb9f_tp3FgJKcxeZvYU4TP_1tWkO9L2-CovgFa4ip/s320/sadie's+one+101.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Funny story behind this picture. I was so proud of Mom because she didn't freak out when she saw this bee, instead she took a picture of it. As it turns out, she thought she was just taking a picture of a pretty flower and she didn't see the bee until she looked at the picture on the screen. I've never seen her run so fast, it was hilarious.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">Thanks Sadie.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Hee hee hee.</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeI8C2Tfg2WuwlXSKZYCcSwV54K7vRSMUSJOe5Ejk4uTMQ7hPxjSnhZpSOplfcUxyJgOd2DadN3phMz7yNm8OkdeYAtn97dsjLMuZUjHPA4YsvGRdG8Md1OYeuFUfAFs1i1-LPOqOPnbfr/s1600/sadie's+one+105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485771204812154850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeI8C2Tfg2WuwlXSKZYCcSwV54K7vRSMUSJOe5Ejk4uTMQ7hPxjSnhZpSOplfcUxyJgOd2DadN3phMz7yNm8OkdeYAtn97dsjLMuZUjHPA4YsvGRdG8Md1OYeuFUfAFs1i1-LPOqOPnbfr/s320/sadie's+one+105.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">This part of the garden was very interesting. It had little learning stations for kids. I would have learned a lot but I can't read yet.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHfLBoIXDxgNUK8pvRM0qR5uzMpgSmGKlXpoSkJfTOLfYxX313YqFRqLkSV-85toC3D2TRnub4sWQv9T_Q_Eazuq5ys5pv0kJ3KsxQj9LeDjIdP14ZdvtdYkWx2JTA0KTC4bmRXOZMCQ5/s1600/sadie's+one+106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770064609364322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHfLBoIXDxgNUK8pvRM0qR5uzMpgSmGKlXpoSkJfTOLfYxX313YqFRqLkSV-85toC3D2TRnub4sWQv9T_Q_Eazuq5ys5pv0kJ3KsxQj9LeDjIdP14ZdvtdYkWx2JTA0KTC4bmRXOZMCQ5/s320/sadie's+one+106.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">Whoops! I got turned around when walking. Don't you hate it when you pivot accidentally and suddenly you're facing the wrong way? That happens to everyone right?</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">It does when your learning to walk.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ahhh, the trials and tribulations of being a toddler.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">You <em>probably</em> won't do that by the time you start high school.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">What's with the italics? Thanks for the vote of confidence Mom!</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GB6642_0vZAKozueJrf9MVqLSZF0vb9MHihrLsv4xb-vKRbdAc2ZISHjTxy8cbPdn7TDg6I-L4mBfYvRJS-nrIWnzESd5FZafWBAbknCewx9XNnb3HmtaW0dBrTfy9-zoffnU8Ryrifo/s1600/sadie's+one+114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770052982271170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GB6642_0vZAKozueJrf9MVqLSZF0vb9MHihrLsv4xb-vKRbdAc2ZISHjTxy8cbPdn7TDg6I-L4mBfYvRJS-nrIWnzESd5FZafWBAbknCewx9XNnb3HmtaW0dBrTfy9-zoffnU8Ryrifo/s320/sadie's+one+114.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">Moving on. Now this little contraption Dad and I are playing with was amazing. You would press a button and it would make different bird sounds and you had to guess what bird it was. The parents got every single one of them wrong. It's like watching Jeopardy with them all over again.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_jVpQkfiYqd7r62aY-JVA9t4AJ_dlqPTyyrTREmDWimhELKZ40rJjG9JIdfI-QHdBx_zZkECJm2qHZxOYjJxiDOZN6JpnewkZEwUBmWcZLcSgS_kd06EUT9jOEHG8xGwfnPk63gYXg_t/s1600/sadie's+one+119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770048383585138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_jVpQkfiYqd7r62aY-JVA9t4AJ_dlqPTyyrTREmDWimhELKZ40rJjG9JIdfI-QHdBx_zZkECJm2qHZxOYjJxiDOZN6JpnewkZEwUBmWcZLcSgS_kd06EUT9jOEHG8xGwfnPk63gYXg_t/s320/sadie's+one+119.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">I don't actually remember the name of this particular plant but I do know that it is indigenous to Texas.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">Ooooh, big word for such a little girl.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Don't be condescending Mom.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">Another big word!</span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sigh!</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8NoGGZf7U079glfctvYQTD8ghrTeDwB9_QeHQrCY8fo1V7j51CtqbDihYp34sw7F_0rzGi1JIgsOm-c-hrURGrpUENQJFGzuwzO3c1ZAeEbW2QypwFp2m5NBJOMhmvpIalGt1idSkoSE/s1600/sadie's+one+123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770040696815394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8NoGGZf7U079glfctvYQTD8ghrTeDwB9_QeHQrCY8fo1V7j51CtqbDihYp34sw7F_0rzGi1JIgsOm-c-hrURGrpUENQJFGzuwzO3c1ZAeEbW2QypwFp2m5NBJOMhmvpIalGt1idSkoSE/s320/sadie's+one+123.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">This tree is massive! I didn't know such trees existed in this part of the world. Maybe it was imported.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowpTN7xT50MzJuePHsqj4y2Hnww_3neVROl9e-cez2Zkwq_ZxJR9s-LOycLkHxlgGaKorCDZbcufqlF319UPhYuuSOd0SruXF9G1Lc-IM0VmKmxlLZduee1Q2m_b8W9DrKqe7ILJbjGZf/s1600/sadie's+one+128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485770030907067458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowpTN7xT50MzJuePHsqj4y2Hnww_3neVROl9e-cez2Zkwq_ZxJR9s-LOycLkHxlgGaKorCDZbcufqlF319UPhYuuSOd0SruXF9G1Lc-IM0VmKmxlLZduee1Q2m_b8W9DrKqe7ILJbjGZf/s320/sadie's+one+128.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;">I knew at this point that our journey through the garden was pretty much over and I wholeheartedly thanked Mom and Dad for bringing me to this wonderous place. But I think next year, I want to go to a movie for my birthday! I hope you enjoyed my blog and I will try to write another one after my fabulous birthday party!</span></p><p><span style="color:#333333;">Well, there's not much more I can add onto that. We did take Sadie out to eat after the garden and she filled up on chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits, and pink lemonade. We would have gotten her a little dessert but it was getting late and she still needed a bath because she was so sticky and sweaty. I don't think she minded because she likes to stay on schedule. Look for the party blog coming up next!</span></p><p><span style="color:#333333;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET SADIE!!!!</span></p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </p>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-74697892797757258692010-06-19T20:52:00.001-07:002010-06-19T21:29:58.010-07:00Summertime...and the livin' is easy!<span style="color:#0066cc;"></span><span style="color:#0066cc;"><span style="color:#000000;">This entry is going to be short and sweet. I just want to let everyone know that the camera's are fully operational and hopefully we can get some swimming pictures up soon. Sadie isn't a water rat by any means but she is relatively pleasant in the water once she gets over the shock of being cold. Here are a couple of pictures from the last few days. </span></span><br />Since Sadie is going to be 1 on Tuesday (AHHHHH) we thought she needed to start pulling her weight around here. NO MORE FREE MEALS!! We started her off easy with helping fold the laundry...<br /><br /><span style="color:#0066cc;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#0066cc;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><u><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484701007500580802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_0K6zIQf5i5zu_OoWjw93DaDtFuwo34ntOXTVpYdYZ19LLBbvq1n01KVagkUTV36ZWAcFux6TJXXBI3Oh9Sgx8rdpk0iT5MA7Cp6VWLYZ0KhfDvGcAOUcEKmPF0oTkAgf3nL4vfzDCKy/s320/20100619_32.JPG" border="0" /></u></span><br />She really "gets in" to her work. Hee Hee.<br />She is starting to mimic what she sees us do. She will brush her hair, drink from anything that resembles a cup, use a fork etc... so it was only natural that she pull some clothes on over her head...after all that's what Mommy and Daddy do :)<br /><br /><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FaguK1G2MALPzYmM0ExAjbIgXWyF9zUO4S2W-0j8xbehAGubdp-8cDQa88I8FxwuXUx8cVv5RPaMNY1k_TmWYhJYCm5kPnRKjRSjD1d1Zc0QRWejQbeXoF6Swk53J6ML7f6Mwxz0LLGx/s1600/20100619_31.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484701285690414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FaguK1G2MALPzYmM0ExAjbIgXWyF9zUO4S2W-0j8xbehAGubdp-8cDQa88I8FxwuXUx8cVv5RPaMNY1k_TmWYhJYCm5kPnRKjRSjD1d1Zc0QRWejQbeXoF6Swk53J6ML7f6Mwxz0LLGx/s320/20100619_31.JPG" border="0" /></a> She was so proud of herself that we just let her wear Daddy's boxers around her neck for awhile. Don't worry, they were clean, she got them from the basket.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96VCjg_5ZpE0xHg7Xh6qexJCtqVdmB8r78slx09oen1LiaLZTLxPG56gjG9P2PNEgrbgS0nFF5C97d4goUnlO4uK9gQ01Db_W-dDuS5D0CkD6g8dM8xmD3oKyBeVOjk87yy_nZVRPf43r/s1600/20100619_16.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484700970424252434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg96VCjg_5ZpE0xHg7Xh6qexJCtqVdmB8r78slx09oen1LiaLZTLxPG56gjG9P2PNEgrbgS0nFF5C97d4goUnlO4uK9gQ01Db_W-dDuS5D0CkD6g8dM8xmD3oKyBeVOjk87yy_nZVRPf43r/s320/20100619_16.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ahhh, the unstoppable duo! Sadie and Cousin Jordy are only 6 months apart and the closeness in age is starting to show. They ALWAYS want the same toy. Most of the time they play nicely together but babies will be babies and it isn't always easy to share. Becca and I have already played the "whose vomit is it?" and "who do it?" game with these two. We still don't know the answer to either question :)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484700942327262770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNUMO0AFlmW0GSTIAiWkaKijQlA7cEfaRSPmcMGHHzRJfH-f6Ry8ykKCUK5odv-w1-TFZWpiPV2yGhyphenhyphenbWZcTENVBeNbLK3Hy07eUTE2vHmp0-HNtDwelJcJfovCe_0gDPD5XrKY9eU9tS/s320/20100619_34.JPG" border="0" />They look more like brother and sister than cousins! So cute in their stripes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU2s9QgflIAfLXkxmbpNemU59g13bRPy3Ethvv9lhZxHXRx7PpSJYxSPKkmHadfU2usI3lVcfdfXyM-znriyOleKxtNzLf0Roc1i2_Mp-MErBdnEEO_5iW_Oo7SgUV__bSXgi0T3j4EcO/s1600/20100619_33.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484700952843359250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU2s9QgflIAfLXkxmbpNemU59g13bRPy3Ethvv9lhZxHXRx7PpSJYxSPKkmHadfU2usI3lVcfdfXyM-znriyOleKxtNzLf0Roc1i2_Mp-MErBdnEEO_5iW_Oo7SgUV__bSXgi0T3j4EcO/s320/20100619_33.JPG" border="0" /></a> And of course, the girls have a very special relationship! Amaya can't wait to teach Sadie everything she knows and Sadie can't wait to get a hold of those glasses! </div><div>I tried to find a picture of Caden and Sadie but he is a very busy boy and he has quite a bit to do in the summer, we'll catch him eventually though!</div><div>Sadie is very close to her cousins and they are all so sweet with her. The oldest two were so excited when she was born (Caden practically climbed up my leg when he first met her) and their excitement hasn't waned a bit! They still love to hug and kiss her when they see her and she just melts under their attention. Whenever she stands up or takes a few steps alone Caden and Amaya scream for all of us to come running because "Baby Sadie is walking!" We will really miss those three kiddos when we move :( Hopefully they will be able to come visit us in Hart!<br /><br />That's all for tonight. Tomorrow we are celebrating Robby's first Father's Day! Then we are cleaning and getting ready for Sadie's party on Saturday! YEAH!! Many more pictures and stories to come.<br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-81939811597808994772010-05-22T20:11:00.000-07:002010-05-25T17:54:39.876-07:00Sadie has not been pleased with my lack of updates because apparently "her fans" need to know what is going on in her life. So, she has decided to take matters into her own hands and send out her own blog explaning all of her fabulous adventures in her own words. I am merely being used to transcibe what she says because she has a lot to say and I am the faster typist. However, she has insisted that her words be in pink so as to not confuse them with mine. So enjoy: Sadie's blog... <div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ok, so mom hasn't updated everyone on my life in over a month so here goes...I have been a very busy girl. A few weeks ago Mom and Nana took me to a place called "the PARK" to play with my cousins Amaya, Caden, and Jordan. I have gotten used to our "going out" routine but this time Mom put some white lotion on me beforehand which I did NOT enjoy. I was concerned that the lotion was a precursor to what I would experience at "the PARK" so I tried to ask Mom about what I could expect in the car on the way there but apparently she just saw a photo opportunity:</span> </div><div><br /> </div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300285592259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikLhU3K2MQLHP3HAYAPmn7CGTFRpL9VO4C9TG4r84PWtagbmB_lc7URYdJOQgnC6meb3ejrIMzCYR0cAec87qNCqsz8hCq2ZGjMkPVKLhLvYLVYd44lKlwd21fvukjPA_WihEAloq-55T/s320/100_1063.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">As it turns out, "the PARK" was a blast. I got to do many things I had only heard about from my cousins. I got to swing (I was a little perturbed that Mom and Nana insisted on putting me in the baby swing but I hid it well)</span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300295429876914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UVlBv00zcJJyI74ZqX0yT-0gQ8L9CY5OB6R-3zXGcqPVtgb88b3Qn4KuDE19isDgscLi1n5COlSHSlkyXpQfSbIPFiJS4DEoDZji8GhH7MPkxWZe3ijEEpbXtornPBPg3KCKCsAnRZX1/s320/100_1130.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I thoroughly enjoyed the swing </span><span style="color:#ff6666;">even though I felt like I was sitting in a bucket.</span></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300303733879810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiboidRMEQnrm1YX4TKp4R0TSYjcTCBzQnGbyov9SAl96WlDJLClKxyruaBD3doq6lPxDg0KCzbKEzJOS2w7QcSOIkgVWHs-PCIW7_mG8jyKzx6eIKaS2d9kprIKprmGDtUj5Y3hUgTFhXm/s320/100_1129.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I think I enjoyed the swings a bit more than Jordan though. They make him a bit uneasy.</span></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300317606524850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraFoSCKvBdLcdrC36Aqe-J7Vum3v1xidKoQlK1XMyos2AoCl-LeeaWMREg-XV9-e4BnbSxGvXKCDIgcCkFONi2SA6c-UBnr-PpiBiLwcz9dVz2e11C1UPsbnvua-CqYVnxGpn1GDWeAE7/s320/100_1085.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I begged and begged but Mom wouldn't let me go on the slide by myself. *sigh* She probably won't just throw me in the deep end when we go swimming either. She's not a believer in the "sink or swim" theory. In the end though I was happy she was there because it was kind of scary.</span><br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474306905435157714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1OS7c-_D-4fm_Jzu_xPFVNkFNW29oa03AHlfmZOWzM4_PdrEkW_zrrNwO12aH7R3rNCYHtKLNaU2Pkl6ZeLOqoGme_z1EPeCEYA-smI2GndXxOsbZ_moDDR05iLquprXqB0UuhNR1EkNj/s320/100_1072.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I rode a two seater motorcyle with Amaya. At first I was concerened that she wasn't watching the road but than I realized it was stationary. I felt so silly :)</span><br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474300320236363234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LmDeHWytJKLlqI20OB1hjqqav373mcslgllvUo8e1wCV6IyBih_EkJzHtdZvYtfrkNVQbj1T024eUDpOR5I4vYXIkjj1O7_60oxyoQ7ZMYCqr8y05JMwy9faZ3U-1VNSZwOIU6iHwlJU/s320/100_1079.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color:#ff6666;">My favorite part of "the PARK" was eating ice cream with Mom. I say ice cream but I actually think it was flavored ice...it was still yummy though. There was gum at the bottom but Mom wouldn't let me have it, I was bummed about that.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS999PW_AzfnXb727y4WbrkO0ibofPg2B7p9AqUuhQw-qHblFfEAgzP-UlQ5Sw3w63Jy9DuISmYlZ9ABgTFLG3_GFVc9-Aq0A3uJssAYsf6LKjU21CLxlovLC-RUyvdJ4YEtLnHTvEphYp/s1600/100_1116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474306909761430962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS999PW_AzfnXb727y4WbrkO0ibofPg2B7p9AqUuhQw-qHblFfEAgzP-UlQ5Sw3w63Jy9DuISmYlZ9ABgTFLG3_GFVc9-Aq0A3uJssAYsf6LKjU21CLxlovLC-RUyvdJ4YEtLnHTvEphYp/s320/100_1116.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">The best part was getting to play with my big kid cousins. I am so glad they are starting to see me as one of them and not a baby. </span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474306924130030178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9SJb7VBEpmf8ewQOH3NLy7t-ItPCAu8tSZv3weE-5BGIvceanzcu9zgpvhk2AgiB7yPozhANOoZ6TOpTZfY_jXQFyuRIpnz76A39-nflOIBVdxm_rS1G2DInmYAlXwazBA96mFNqqFf2/s320/100_1121.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">I had so much fun with my cousins at "the PARK" I was thrilled when they invited me to go to a place called "the MUSEUM" One of our first stops was at a place called the Dino Dig where we were to take a brush and dig up dinosaur bones from a giant sand box. At first I was underwhelemd...</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474305323601380130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm598sNriUw3HVhojHhZcZMdas93LFNKGutMkEUJh_XtfS8RfrE1lue-N4tYNKxXg5MuaHAuns4tobfqW6SXQizcYcxVncir7xn844JDzSmKbi8RgRRHFZqUy-xqihy4y0EkCqu4rklHsS/s320/100_1191.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Once they put a brush in my hand though, I was a natural. I didn't find anything but I managed to cover myself in sand so I consider that a Dino Dig success!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475368876363487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eIO3wrWiy-KXorYcarKTNlhnW0KQn27VO39pGJ2kac5wJ6mnlSV9VamIx7qMJKwI0DtiaupWxfYQmXul-XU1hGBnhTqyMR72F7XywM2y_dfp6D6SCC04QbHMYsMyL_NyGIiesT3kaGLE/s320/20100522_130.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Next, we went to the children's section and I discovered something wonderous...you may not know that I like buttons and I LOVE buttons that light up. You can imagine my delight when I found a row of big, shiny, brightly lit buttons. Jordan even taught me how to hit them really hard and make a loud sound! I can't tell you how satisfying it was to hit all those bright buttons as many times as I wanted. Mom and Dad are always pulling me away from the little blue buttons under the TV. </span><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYwbFvY_II5ZoKcAqaYM7VASlkT8jF7Oe-WT1SAAqn2akITJ_4ud9XUaOAIE9eu8snTDu89rfoqfY1fT2Dw64UupGZA4X6s-G9knU3ysNtXFG3Qk5QJ-u2F8y4lHosI9PGxs0iAB4m0Yb/s1600/100_1206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302243313497778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYwbFvY_II5ZoKcAqaYM7VASlkT8jF7Oe-WT1SAAqn2akITJ_4ud9XUaOAIE9eu8snTDu89rfoqfY1fT2Dw64UupGZA4X6s-G9knU3ysNtXFG3Qk5QJ-u2F8y4lHosI9PGxs0iAB4m0Yb/s320/100_1206.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Buttons, buttons, who's got the button?</span><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302250071506434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8CLdXTFaDltnc_Fu7JpOC0bgR2UfRoDfUygkpAuoGny1em3KXo6vSEUtWLK1ivcwqRewDoCrpAMo_aMEmfUGc_Rktk9eajH9-ofm6KP18qkpgcYHjSHPn-SDc1fxHIcZ0qy7OiDhwkHU/s320/100_1204.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff6666;">I had a wonderful time at the museum but I was equally as excited to try my hand at gardening. Nana was planting some beautiful flowers she got for mother's day and I was eager to get my hands dirty.</span><br /><div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302212982403666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquZNmgooQGvlMpiDduoowadVrGovLsBqT1Ycd3MbxjCa2n3i_ROUL9MtbvEdbP8TEpHqUMw7pskVnCsTokJB2idFUs1IqKYuSE59MmTfDggeG1zFfEViYUn04SDSLRRBNMzu9P_zrXFqN/s320/100_1216.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color:#ff6666;">After a few minutes though I couldn't stand not doing what I had wanted to do since I stuck my hand in that glorious soil. I tried to be sneaky about it but my dratted mom caught me eating the dirt. She wasn't angry though, she just shook her head but I wasn't allowed to garden anymore after that.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8JtCIjwAAbBU4eGOBx3DZb6oydem4jny8PReJLLnRkbxkURy_R9qozL-Iw3f59w7eb850C2gWKE-P9onJDuKhHIb_8KU2ny_kOKhjqKyrj3MzY5fS5HsLMOc5nzMsOb03S-kF3lpk8Kn/s1600/100_1212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302221927748706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8JtCIjwAAbBU4eGOBx3DZb6oydem4jny8PReJLLnRkbxkURy_R9qozL-Iw3f59w7eb850C2gWKE-P9onJDuKhHIb_8KU2ny_kOKhjqKyrj3MzY5fS5HsLMOc5nzMsOb03S-kF3lpk8Kn/s320/100_1212.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff6666;">After the garden debacle I had to take a bath. I'm really starting to enjoy a nice soak in the tub, especially when I have my plastic spoon to bang loudly and splash water with! I wanted to use Nana's good-smelling bath stuff but Mom won't let me. She insists on using the non-fragrant stuff so I don't get another rash. I tried to explain that beauty is pain but she was so busy taking my picture and laughing at my hair that I don't think she understood.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302230506224818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPSqnqS-IDvF5EW2jOwNL2R91PBjmQY1aoM_bfyZGHvA3uXjLQmEZcWMVcFAjMJJOefLhuwXCUaftpjvxO1RkSElnxmFdHHxMTT1FuO6OLWIL5Yh_dVlgggqOoinKFPHMjW7tNyopmkOgy/s320/100_1210.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">This month I expereinced a number of new things but I was also introduced to the holiday Mother's Day. Mom explained to me that she wanted me to sign cards for my grandmas and great-grandmas. </span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474310649459631314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjpPOetoQhLuuXjK-bqUMnpyf9x-VwtB-63GD9ZRsdcJj0T9g6_7g0QPUmDZkmcPkfjEUIAGPj3Jrz5nmoRGcX2NTwVkUWhNxLcXg-KP7qBxkJ6CcDdxCNUm4D8i7m3LxHhN1FvK8hRqA/s320/100_1161.JPG" border="0" /></div><span style="color:#ff6666;">At first I was excited and couldn't wait to get started...</span><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474310661787865602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3uMxoD8ewNHzzC1sh8KlQjNhZwnLo8dJ1HlhY1pZrdYYBzNqEDsFJNr22oBLmnBnZAV6fYd8IPXulcesQNu1bN9tnlQ8SIpgAYqUxFxS_7CTRjTyaxSKSYZUwBGVDcPwtBgqLz6jkyHr/s320/100_1158.JPG" border="0" /></div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Of course, once I had the pen in my hand I remembered that I don't know how to write or even spell my own name. So I yelled my love into each card and flung them around for awhile.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474310644322945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitR61RRxmwnM_OWfh4g2l7fYEieibGIdvrxsK17zyApKoBp6cWvqPo-dros8iKrE9bqc7WKr2tgLoI8-8vnyagHSr2GADL0v6Jw_iQcHzYuUDppKmEZJKK1M6P8K7mfw0ocAzkau_SEhAe/s320/100_1162.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></div></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">After personally yelling my love into all those cards and my usual nightly kinethesics, I was exhausted. I'm not yet old enough to "use my words" and Mom wouldn't put down that confounded camera...even when I was yelling and whining she kept snapping pictures. I included this picture to show everyone what I am subjected to daily. </span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474310636623387762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgtKl6rZxN5o9ofgINF5VDvCg3o3zUZzI6xbpw77Kgd65lGTR2Y7suLZ1oF8VBpyqWWbmP5tVYIhyphenhyphenxmxYVyr-z8WKn06HcjPlyx0ls3TzfxcplLO2vJcb1ORPxqkgFoSRz1mcVN9E6syL/s320/100_1175.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6666;">Well, as my throat is feeling scratchy and it is past my bedtime I think I am going to sign off until another day. I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my life and I would like to leave you with this one last note. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6666;">Don't ever let anyone....wait, what was that?</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475374232118111922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRxnk4s_aSHMNE1RQEkxrL4BSneMXQcGJ44YM1EE0BXVw3oGe3S2eMIO-CGDALRry_ArmnyvDEsN091-eEM8bq0eHIQRq6md3LOaIO6GWjobTf7au-KN74Jk-ksKw0_bBCi_iN6Hfr1DCT/s320/20100409_29.JPG" border="0" /></p>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947300138982028575.post-56117661661277227732010-04-09T19:52:00.000-07:002010-04-09T21:23:41.320-07:009 months and 18 days.Sadiebug is 9.5 months old and in honor of her I thought I would share with you 9.5 interesting facts about our sweet little "bug".<br /><br />9.5 Sadie's absolute favorite thing in the world is... (this was the .5, I will tell the rest when she is 10 months old)<br /><br /><br />9. Sadie is crawling all over the place now. She really took off during Spring Break and hasn't slowed down since. She's quick too, especially in the moment when we take the dirty diaper off and right before we get a clean one on. She loves to roam around sans diaper!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458345466926095506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1Jhl4ljuMAJxR0tmr3YMn5YulwOQ_m5cSipKQ3NpX3VRo2pISmPZC_ueECxy-MSQo_J3xN40kUgHVD6M_odWmdojvROLTC_YZUS3QgNyW5WQHJRr3FEG4RJ1wxqSzF-EKTNr_Rw9iA4l/s320/Oh+to+be+outside.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"> Sadie's Thoughts: Please oh please take me outside! I love Spring...I think.</span></em><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /><br />8. Sadie is practing her waving skills. Right now she is only waving with her left hand and she has to watch her fingers closely to make sure it is done correctly. She is very serious about waving.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458345476978158962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSRPvur8Dj9oi7lbjT4d0GQQSWgUuPvTUY0wub2mBP8n7gJZV9Y0ZN7fBW8-IQb2jfaJ0OxFHGAfqQaAiCDS6lbRIxGCi-bAdzjrW_JNOxPlUFrfPCVR1xFddRif7sa0gaGSjynGTem7T/s320/Put+the+camera+down+and+open+the+door.jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="color:#993399;">Sadie's Thoughts: Put the camera down woman and take me outside or feel my wrath!</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><br /></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#000000;">7. Sadie has two teeth, both on the bottom. I learned today that I should be brushing her little teeth everyday...whoops!</span></span><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458345492549182658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBH98-C6fXNlvqGfSpCQcLonkYc8tbEW_fRm7qbBNfL6nFXQe_zZwXtj8hRK1w_4VgUzts4ktLhabC22lsJ5TjbGw20VDr9VcpiKC2vyUZ1P-ynQziHkHZfQeMFuB1OE7SJPYneaJNLCNM/s320/what+is+this+stuff.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Sadie's Thoughts: Ok, I don't know what this stuff is but I can't decide if it's a pleasant tactile experience or not.</em></span></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">6. Sadie is a total ham and loves it when everyone is paying attention to her and laughing with her! I'm pretty sure she gets this trait from Robby, who as we all know, loves to be the center of attention.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458345485880886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRm0KhJQFJCYbZSeCr4Bcv_DmHrqgOtZeeVo1RXd4nLE4d-g7o3v-lAw4FMoYYu-N6oJO9p92_tX2SrAjyl3CvcsA_a_5LKd75GVGbmXed2csvmDHsi4bMEsxvoBtWcE-D7OMQAHJLb95d/s320/pleasant+weather.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"> Sadie's Thoughts: I love smiling, smiling's my favorite!</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p></p><p>5. Sadie has a security blanket that she needs when going to sleep, riding in the car, being dropped off at daycare, or just anytime she sees it. It's a pink fuzzy blanket that she loves to chew on. She also wrapped herself up in it yesterday and proceeded to hunch over her toybox like a little old lady. Hilarious!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344657034530050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aMPv4MP-9kMcGwAdjfTUjDM3MMPc1UI6vbSspxXrR1wGf28RQFBDuIOU1X9fk-l1gUv-v4SKZzHlCd7tWmGIgHJqs9An07qjN9PJdK2m-gCbEm3e5-g26EQuIwkcg7zqSc_h_B1oSfHl/s320/Did+I+grow+or+is+this+bench+tiny.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Sadie's Thoughts: I'm perplexed. This bench is my size and NOTHING is my size. What is going on? Did I turn into a giant?</em></span></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p>4. Sadie hits...hard. She also pinches, pulls hair, and has been known to throw the occasional toy. But at least she smiles the whole time...like a crazy person!<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458345457979090834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlxkze2DuOjpduexPvt3ZEpZ-XhUVF2ulpE61eIYReTR7JzZG1zaDcaRiRbdiKKhAwPiOWhyxT79bXIR5WJZS50dcT1N_VJbRkEaOtJKcyEXUdlNbcRUMeiBHqrC4pw23xwg6gCT4OfLu/s320/Oh+My+Gosh+I+Think+I%27m+Standing.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;">Sadie's Thoughts: Holy Mother of Pearl! I think I'm standing alone!</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p></p><p>3. Sadie is beginning to show signs of separation anxiety. I couldn't leave her sight today without her flipping out. Naptime was fun.</p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344674242681186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcU6gaKOgeoxEroH0dDrcQEJXwWRFJe-q9HS4odW1w9OEXH-PP_zFcSMmSLcbvKm5-30aoWb3UqB3rqiugpl9eDhSr_lJFrYx4OQENpR-IIx0xVUV_kamLKwduZxsDX3es3BMjTXh6x-jV/s320/I+love+my+dad..jpg" border="0" /> <em><span style="color:#993399;">Sadie's Thoughts: It's Daddy! When did you get here...sneaky.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em> </p><p></p><p>2. Sadie's favorite game is to take turns making raspberry and gasping sounds. She will mimic us if we do it first but sometimes she likes to start the game too. I am hoping to get this on video posthaste.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344689627784322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEeKdficX4278cv_rMxEkTiFnNTpUafdrnTP43zAjEW3CJsg-aqFIZ71Z6oKWKGwsuCNV-AD3mSfP7XictH60iWkYa0CwIKdsJ8mqLrCaTJNrZ2tdM4Gx6yhEnSLL2INiH1J-HSUGth5M/s320/I+love+to+travel.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Sadie's Thoughts: I hope this isn't a long trip because I'm pretty sure pretty strapped down in this chair is torture...I don't care how comfortable it looks!</em></span><br /><br />5 hours later...<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344685723079442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1CVLwQvHBu3yOIHvAjtfcpHEwTguzrYcZYVF1mnLNywu7SuOGLpbtLl1k43VhttEshE7Bxg2FtU7zYxqePknfJvBayzQ8xrVuQWdIE_r8mkJwKNLb-dQG-oVIh6F5W3f5bTnhGKK9MzT/s320/But+not+as+much+as+I+love+my+feet.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="color:#993399;"><em>Sadie's Thoughts: This is the longest car trip ever! I think my muscles have atrophied...nope still good. (Big dramatic sigh)</em></span></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>1. Out of everything I have ever done in my life...Sadie takes the cake. Watching her grow is a wonderful privelige and one that I have enjoyed immensely. I am so thankful that she is healthy, happy and thriving and I thank God everyday for blessing me with this amazing person. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344663200458450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsEPS8d06h0oraREFTGMxdYqeS9NM-Ip_Udb27Mu8F1oz7yC-Rc2q-Pi5c6ekiF6nO41neuuxY45O9LHlIp7yrAz_BynAHzGqVg6Zoyv2bVGQiCITtXQux-QgMaAjuc1aTJvDPuBFaJd6/s320/I+am+way+to+busy+for+you+Mom.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>amywfryarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538909394454066563noreply@blogger.com0