tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362525222024-03-02T12:28:50.528-05:00Fink Family BlogLeahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-18776754400319736142011-05-16T18:53:00.001-04:002011-05-16T18:58:04.992-04:00Family PicsBecause we took the kids to the park the other day and Jess just started snapping pics - with his CELL PHONE. I can't believe some of the shots he got. Crazy good!! CLICK TO ENLARGE THEM!<br />
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Yep. Took every single one with this crappy beat up cell phone. Everything the man touches turns to gold. =)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-83073651188841162532011-05-13T14:34:00.000-04:002011-05-13T14:34:12.934-04:00Kindergarten Grad<div style="text-align: center;">More later. But does Jesse take great pictures, or what?? With his cell phone, no less...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Half an hour later I had it narrowed down...to about 80. =) What can I say, I think these 3 little girls are the most beautiful things I've ever seen.<br />
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So, here I go, posting waaaaaaaaaaay too many pictures of the girls, because I couldn't decide on just 5. Please to enjoy.<br />
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The little stinkers just melt my heart. Lilah is 8 months now and growing growing growing. I am trying to do this more often, b/c I am the worst about taking pictures...and then I turn around and she will be starting Kindergarten...and I will have no baby pictures. <br />
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Besides, we have some vacancies in the family picture frames on the wall going upstairs that I purposefully left open for a certain tiny face. So, gotta go fill in those blanks with our new addition.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-51987489437103203962011-01-08T01:06:00.000-05:002011-01-08T01:06:52.263-05:00Karaoke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQz0K041cIGH2tsq6zq1RsVdOwhno2Kl0smUJrToKkwTZN0d5llJlExrHLmes3KE6INOmtxNarM5U9VchX7-c-wpLkpbVePX60SXwDiLCD_JpOON4efktHVsv426w3gwnqkfWzuA/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQz0K041cIGH2tsq6zq1RsVdOwhno2Kl0smUJrToKkwTZN0d5llJlExrHLmes3KE6INOmtxNarM5U9VchX7-c-wpLkpbVePX60SXwDiLCD_JpOON4efktHVsv426w3gwnqkfWzuA/s400/084.JPG" /></a></div><br />
♪♪♪Doooon't stop...belieeeeeeevin♪♪♪Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-14927257640627478882010-12-31T10:24:00.001-05:002010-12-31T10:29:28.605-05:00Hi, I'm Lilah<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoc62W0h_4drTsyWI13ABxjk4_97iS-Pni0CUvmZTko7XMTnZ4YfDb9DgOwg9_iJLk5wnjEX3GE2HpMHLqDVdXcnLosISB0Rskltvf6Y0EVYT4C5ihFTPQcG9-p9ye3D9knr0BKg/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoc62W0h_4drTsyWI13ABxjk4_97iS-Pni0CUvmZTko7XMTnZ4YfDb9DgOwg9_iJLk5wnjEX3GE2HpMHLqDVdXcnLosISB0Rskltvf6Y0EVYT4C5ihFTPQcG9-p9ye3D9knr0BKg/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I am the world's sweetest 7 month old.<br />
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I love to eat my fingers.<br />
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I adore my big sisters.<br />
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I love my fishy teether.<br />
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I suck my thumb when I am sleepy.<br />
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I am Miss Perpetually Mellow.<br />
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I love to give slobbery kisses. <br />
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I grab everything.<br />
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And sleep for 10 hours. =)<br />
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I have the most gorgeous hazel eyes (just like my Daddy.)<br />
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And if you come to visit me, you will fall in love. ♥<br />
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Unreal. What has it been, 2 months?! Blogger is still having issues. So I loaded the photo in the HTML tab beeeeaaaaaaatch!!!! Stay tuned for some recent pictures, I know you guys are dying for a baby fix!!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-49406616839094259262010-11-24T11:24:00.001-05:002010-11-24T11:24:32.688-05:00Dear Blogger....DIE!!<br />
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DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-13549178410660560852010-10-24T11:17:00.002-04:002010-10-24T11:17:42.019-04:00Still can't upload pictures............still getting a 'server error' message. Not sure what the problem is. Anyone?Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-41028531697354451002010-10-19T23:02:00.000-04:002010-10-19T23:02:09.074-04:00Hmmmm....Well, I keep trying to upload photos and I'm getting a "server error" message. Is anyone else having issues with blogger? I'll keep trying, I have a landslide of LaLa pictures that are just burning a hole in my hard drive!!<br />
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Stay tuned....Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-42084629153056296742010-08-28T17:48:00.000-04:002010-08-28T17:48:13.533-04:00Family Day<div style="text-align: center;">Jesse suggested a family walk and a swim in the lake this morning and boy am I glad we went! Absolutely lovely 4.5 mile loop trail called the Iron Hill Trail. Totally in the shade the whole way, slathered with moss on all sides, and around the lake a lot of the way so you can see the water, which was perfectly clear and emerald green.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaivlqrCCCOYmVjE8FD3f-KQnlR7n6cMJiRfhkdP1gY1JMTUePFlr190p3USsQjipbvFw3UEOgnT_9FybUciehgJl7cIDFYDDoHh11N0z7bEUz7G1EP5GeprApx1xLC-vhvfP3XQ/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaivlqrCCCOYmVjE8FD3f-KQnlR7n6cMJiRfhkdP1gY1JMTUePFlr190p3USsQjipbvFw3UEOgnT_9FybUciehgJl7cIDFYDDoHh11N0z7bEUz7G1EP5GeprApx1xLC-vhvfP3XQ/s400/057.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I wish I had taken a few shots of the trail on the way because it was really a treat to walk on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZwJFaj2XAHDZ4nzkk2E0sD0ks3SonOnwCZbqwNbhw5t1BrklR5z5YiM3AlrZj4CpCUt5glKwrBfctpArAS4pmkzWF2gfkei_Lcye40ahf02Hj4_uXIQD8z_R-BBgF4iinZ8Dvw/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZwJFaj2XAHDZ4nzkk2E0sD0ks3SonOnwCZbqwNbhw5t1BrklR5z5YiM3AlrZj4CpCUt5glKwrBfctpArAS4pmkzWF2gfkei_Lcye40ahf02Hj4_uXIQD8z_R-BBgF4iinZ8Dvw/s400/059.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The girls are basically fearless when it comes to the water, which could be a bad thing, but I don't worry when Jesse is so close by.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPkz9rzTL_U6_Yajoln2xcTyA_uP3thu5Hgsji7cB2kMTcta9P1kuPJmizK0vfkrthqR55rflxKfJygDl7xcqVVdrKanIJcEonfsCDNoQ1U5fsl66UTFWRlOG8xtIIjRvKUlAUw/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPkz9rzTL_U6_Yajoln2xcTyA_uP3thu5Hgsji7cB2kMTcta9P1kuPJmizK0vfkrthqR55rflxKfJygDl7xcqVVdrKanIJcEonfsCDNoQ1U5fsl66UTFWRlOG8xtIIjRvKUlAUw/s400/060.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjLOS9cPTrLPqo0Hw9A5MS9gO3q0NdOUUr5rHRVtbdNKY8xrydqNl_9QMAHAlhf8EmnPGwqvj67jc3k3bHUboRNNKWyzup7Iye37s1eXoSSwHEBtvPGP3xZ4zrfRUp01paDUWcg/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjLOS9cPTrLPqo0Hw9A5MS9gO3q0NdOUUr5rHRVtbdNKY8xrydqNl_9QMAHAlhf8EmnPGwqvj67jc3k3bHUboRNNKWyzup7Iye37s1eXoSSwHEBtvPGP3xZ4zrfRUp01paDUWcg/s400/061.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Silly and sweet, sweet and silly. They take turns. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn-u40paK76fAjtDKaZubpcqAyxp9titg-gMydcNMwix9CmVFLCQUCr-7wQFQyhYWG5jTeeul9yfYjxIasfNGtJ53J82CmhTrTJXs_dgCWCvbBAAruyHFeguS5RrnTBdI4ecXMA/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn-u40paK76fAjtDKaZubpcqAyxp9titg-gMydcNMwix9CmVFLCQUCr-7wQFQyhYWG5jTeeul9yfYjxIasfNGtJ53J82CmhTrTJXs_dgCWCvbBAAruyHFeguS5RrnTBdI4ecXMA/s400/065.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the very best part of the day...Daddy had to take Lilah for her very first dip in the lake. With him as her Daddy, it will be the very first of many. But I think it is supercool that we got the moment "on film." The older girls were both about 2 their first time on the boat, so it won't be long before she is joining them on their fishing excursions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We all had a great time and by the time we got back to the Jeep the girls were completely pooped. They are sacked out watching a movie and eating popcorn right now, I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't both sound asleep in the next half hour.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On the drive home Jesse said, "We should make this a Saturday morning tradition." ♥♥♥ He's the best.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The summer is winding down, school has started, and in the mornings there is the teeny-tiniest breath of Fall. We all look forward to the weather breaking in the deep South, but after today, I do wish we had another month of Summer to enjoy a new found Saturday morning tradition. Maybe we can squeeze it in again a couple more times before it gets chilly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope your Saturday's been full of family and fun!</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-81324309457725813722010-08-24T22:59:00.000-04:002010-08-24T22:59:40.688-04:00Recent pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Hvavbx6ZsC6LKZVnEgMORn7gjW2e8GroXAgxU1gdMGpan7kDAz97kkKNS_pNwJQOlR2uTzsPgfPzNu5L6TsO6HmpZS2K0r-r_3_48XCHCGytwm9_jFDwKHyy2qlgdslWp_wHKQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Hvavbx6ZsC6LKZVnEgMORn7gjW2e8GroXAgxU1gdMGpan7kDAz97kkKNS_pNwJQOlR2uTzsPgfPzNu5L6TsO6HmpZS2K0r-r_3_48XCHCGytwm9_jFDwKHyy2qlgdslWp_wHKQ/s400/007.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some recent pics of my little sweet cheeks. She will be 3 months old on 8-27. Would you just look at those fat little cheeks? It is from all the smooches we plant on them, I believe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EDbqGuYesyy20rfhTOJBqb_qIJNUgZq9zGM-f9Qs7Liw7UrCboaGm5nr8dj2RlTAJgWOml-AbDft5q7EP9DyKvuR45NG2tWsGmDV5WG17KqQ-QwIHtqK08CMAgvIdhkou7frtg/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EDbqGuYesyy20rfhTOJBqb_qIJNUgZq9zGM-f9Qs7Liw7UrCboaGm5nr8dj2RlTAJgWOml-AbDft5q7EP9DyKvuR45NG2tWsGmDV5WG17KqQ-QwIHtqK08CMAgvIdhkou7frtg/s400/018.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Smiley, relaxed, alert, happy child. She sleeps like a rock and loves to babble and talk to her sisters. She is an absolute pleasure to be around. It is amazing how quickly one's family is forever altered - I can't imagine life without her now. We are all madly in love. (And you are too, I know. It's okay. She's awesome like that. ♥)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Natalie's little friend Brynna came over Saturday for a playdate. The girls slid down the stairs on a blanket, built a blanket fort, and otherwise partied hard for 2 hours. When it was time for Brynna to leave, Natalie said, "But you JUST got here!!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The girls are loving school and I could not be more proud of them. Pretty sure I am the most blessed woman on earth because I get to be their mom. :)</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-35379862557210811412010-08-14T09:23:00.000-04:002010-08-14T09:23:42.058-04:00Madeline's first day of Kindergarten<div style="text-align: center;">Yes indeed, it has happened. Another of our daughters has started school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-haclzrFlz2qkMQv6Sptvz2qURZ6ik8a_CKX0UVg1Er79e5A1JVyFmSE74R4AJfqYQekqVfgKht8D27HPuxwpHHyRSF9ipxOu90SLDx-r2mh6n7dq1xKrKTBR1c8GmmFZTD58-A/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-haclzrFlz2qkMQv6Sptvz2qURZ6ik8a_CKX0UVg1Er79e5A1JVyFmSE74R4AJfqYQekqVfgKht8D27HPuxwpHHyRSF9ipxOu90SLDx-r2mh6n7dq1xKrKTBR1c8GmmFZTD58-A/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">No one ever told me how emotional this would be. I was completely unprepared to feel the lump in my throat rise up, again!! Didn't I get this out of my system when Natalie started Kindergarten?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgvwtnaLMAjOak4JpyEDrACllxpTy1sCiicCbJtu9jqW7ze_WQriKVmXNnNil3cxRM7PRcltqUwLttfnnY9d0kD83jaEPatWJ17bsGR4zI7SVUtFqy1brycBBDVr5hXBlIlXrPg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgvwtnaLMAjOak4JpyEDrACllxpTy1sCiicCbJtu9jqW7ze_WQriKVmXNnNil3cxRM7PRcltqUwLttfnnY9d0kD83jaEPatWJ17bsGR4zI7SVUtFqy1brycBBDVr5hXBlIlXrPg/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching her give her folder to Mrs. Lena and hang up her back pack, I was doing fine. Proud of her, excited for her, blessed that we have the privilege of having her in such a fantastic school, with the same teacher Natalie had for Kindergarten.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This means the world to my sweet little Mini-Me. She is cautious in her approach to new situations and it takes her a while to check out anything new and feel comfortable with it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But since Natalie had Mrs. Lena, Madeline was with me every day to pick her up, and every single day, she saw Lena and said hello.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRVfrEgAHDZhaoMbSCq-IiZugTJ5xi47zg1R5lnrMQt-5kgan9atRwzDnjiWGB61KKVDOeF9RrnotjqgXe6RwF1yRS4Do36Md_x42tqAR0RxOP4IuJemK6agT0130Lr0Wy8ZVmg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRVfrEgAHDZhaoMbSCq-IiZugTJ5xi47zg1R5lnrMQt-5kgan9atRwzDnjiWGB61KKVDOeF9RrnotjqgXe6RwF1yRS4Do36Md_x42tqAR0RxOP4IuJemK6agT0130Lr0Wy8ZVmg/s400/005.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And Mrs. Lena would smile and say, "Hi Madeline!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You might think that is small, but it was huge to Madeline. And me. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So on her first day of Kindergarten, she looked comfortable, relaxed, and excited as if she was walking into her own birthday party. Seeing her sitting at her desk, bright-eyed and smiling in anticipation, made it so much easier for me to walk out that door.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVL3WR1uzyF93wQkG5uEd_VBiid-7mE5gAni3rhjppGI59TbduQheNNJURLUogpbHUw0HYN9zNQriM3WYejyHZiu0r_gYWWHa9W_-hWAAGC6u4in-PSW5jEhEptdCy2y1cOwqGQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVL3WR1uzyF93wQkG5uEd_VBiid-7mE5gAni3rhjppGI59TbduQheNNJURLUogpbHUw0HYN9zNQriM3WYejyHZiu0r_gYWWHa9W_-hWAAGC6u4in-PSW5jEhEptdCy2y1cOwqGQ/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then it happened.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lena said to me, "No tears."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I smiled and said, "Oh, I'm fine!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You shouldn't lie to your child's teacher.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walking out to the car, I was fighting aforementioned lump in throat. My middle child is in school.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesse, on the other hand, hopped in the Jeep with his characteristic excitement and positivity, ready to do the "FREEEEEEEEEEE-DOM!!!!!!" shout from Braveheart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Obviously no lump there. :) Then from the backseat, he was reminded by the coo of a tiny cherub that we aren't home free just yet. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjAZGW_QQWCD62LCarAA1lpq1Vj76rQ9jLjRlvIilprtylHUoz6195O5H_NFrW9DMBKv2xyXDoCoJrkrSVIamxycFon2sVXQEAuPzGJc5DjS_hw_ZSbx6ZN0X6g5WJuEU4S9l-g/s1600/Kindergarten.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjAZGW_QQWCD62LCarAA1lpq1Vj76rQ9jLjRlvIilprtylHUoz6195O5H_NFrW9DMBKv2xyXDoCoJrkrSVIamxycFon2sVXQEAuPzGJc5DjS_hw_ZSbx6ZN0X6g5WJuEU4S9l-g/s400/Kindergarten.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her first day was Tuesday, and she has come home every day with a huge smile on her face, stories to tell and projects to show.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I have finally whooped the lump. :)</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-18129467818195798332010-07-18T10:12:00.000-04:002010-07-18T10:12:07.055-04:00Baby love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEA3Fpv3MUKoNqeUPY6XxMZ2rQlQqAYu-UVuMOtLNZOhgBIHifRNti5ywKr9Lm_gGPyxeiuhvyGpSTiIaTCxLABKvWUpbl-MluH0aVSk6Uyr5woXWBoR3J6eHQQRUDEdawDZT1w/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEA3Fpv3MUKoNqeUPY6XxMZ2rQlQqAYu-UVuMOtLNZOhgBIHifRNti5ywKr9Lm_gGPyxeiuhvyGpSTiIaTCxLABKvWUpbl-MluH0aVSk6Uyr5woXWBoR3J6eHQQRUDEdawDZT1w/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8fGbWtD8W2zxrkXi8jU623MrhnC2gQO3JJvDZeToOtpJtyMTSSmOpojMdT30JfPkLeAVnqN3XA7ArWphxVq6Wfer-uvN7PwbUz_dn7W3rJFm5MPDiThN2ppy9fU92GFzikTYbg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8fGbWtD8W2zxrkXi8jU623MrhnC2gQO3JJvDZeToOtpJtyMTSSmOpojMdT30JfPkLeAVnqN3XA7ArWphxVq6Wfer-uvN7PwbUz_dn7W3rJFm5MPDiThN2ppy9fU92GFzikTYbg/s400/005.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-8219272655759585562010-07-11T10:21:00.000-04:002010-07-11T10:21:19.211-04:00Strawberry Chub-cake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRaCxxoOGajyqJt6Nq1qVxxp0eGLhVSqj82zITOQZcMobxg7clxSdgymHANEc3DlLTWLK0TssaPoN5GdSkMVXGW8TdsiEEyXgpH_ej15AoO__RD36_BlWzEpTKeM1SRiW9lyjmlw/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRaCxxoOGajyqJt6Nq1qVxxp0eGLhVSqj82zITOQZcMobxg7clxSdgymHANEc3DlLTWLK0TssaPoN5GdSkMVXGW8TdsiEEyXgpH_ej15AoO__RD36_BlWzEpTKeM1SRiW9lyjmlw/s400/014.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg56M30zp2N5zagqFruOxZBUOykfFyWq4zyqaPVFFiqLf2hu4ryWWU2nJ2Szt0dmtZj5k8mpj4FfMlCJ4rou89zTd0_yT8cdJQRqCqOFAo1tm-RtjrXEQxIBI9cfhM_Qa7sNrDqpg/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg56M30zp2N5zagqFruOxZBUOykfFyWq4zyqaPVFFiqLf2hu4ryWWU2nJ2Szt0dmtZj5k8mpj4FfMlCJ4rou89zTd0_yT8cdJQRqCqOFAo1tm-RtjrXEQxIBI9cfhM_Qa7sNrDqpg/s400/022.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zAqHKeNvQ5vC_xpEZlhdMedVub7NeHd0sW-V4Cn65umjzdRGU1O6uE02jsmz6MjkR2VQkBsrWk96m2jNiqjkHo25HjGzIq3dgBS0OJPo9ZqMUZ-Y6RGbfBk-yzYr46A9OB6cwA/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zAqHKeNvQ5vC_xpEZlhdMedVub7NeHd0sW-V4Cn65umjzdRGU1O6uE02jsmz6MjkR2VQkBsrWk96m2jNiqjkHo25HjGzIq3dgBS0OJPo9ZqMUZ-Y6RGbfBk-yzYr46A9OB6cwA/s400/027.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSZOXaa0AynnsVX7T9f49puiBaQ7YSVm6VvSW9kSHmzL5zGcrUEBQkIHJKVhiZ_HFEIzzaTDtzV2txaYqGk2f40dlyVrzNQlL4IXpORgsJ5R0YrFAHs7euR56DjlG643TeP-_Y2g/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSZOXaa0AynnsVX7T9f49puiBaQ7YSVm6VvSW9kSHmzL5zGcrUEBQkIHJKVhiZ_HFEIzzaTDtzV2txaYqGk2f40dlyVrzNQlL4IXpORgsJ5R0YrFAHs7euR56DjlG643TeP-_Y2g/s400/058.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Who wants Brussels Sprouts????"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27kz0cSHiEpo90X_uziduAjYzPwXGznaXnWmSbXEcm_dJbUy9ncbL6BWYwE2k5YAHfzhsYsx0MQ5oMM_5u-8Ij_ASfS-CaNCcbYtwCb20E417nzs19sMAGKTcZoe_U9Pkz-ouBQ/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27kz0cSHiEpo90X_uziduAjYzPwXGznaXnWmSbXEcm_dJbUy9ncbL6BWYwE2k5YAHfzhsYsx0MQ5oMM_5u-8Ij_ASfS-CaNCcbYtwCb20E417nzs19sMAGKTcZoe_U9Pkz-ouBQ/s400/037.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-54739455444035895272010-07-04T12:46:00.000-04:002010-07-04T12:46:38.566-04:00Bug & Lala<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Baby Bug got to give Lala a bottle!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PZ9YetKLCUB3vfyE5aMu2LddBSuWVe4rh2zlWGoFuCDObh7HG7dUHiSlQ-Bru_p7NeUWjaVw7AO3abjfFhWvn-8IlD3XiUkaBiHWTHCVl-UKaV17JmJPQNBf5s2Dh65X4VFJiw/s1600/BugBottle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PZ9YetKLCUB3vfyE5aMu2LddBSuWVe4rh2zlWGoFuCDObh7HG7dUHiSlQ-Bru_p7NeUWjaVw7AO3abjfFhWvn-8IlD3XiUkaBiHWTHCVl-UKaV17JmJPQNBf5s2Dh65X4VFJiw/s400/BugBottle1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When the (older) girls were born, they told us to wait 6 weeks before trying to give them a bottle, to make sure breastfeeding was well established and to avoid "nipple confusion."</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, the end result was that "nipple confusion" was the least of our worries. There was no opportunity for confusion - they wanted nothing to do with any nipple except mine.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This time I got hold of a great book: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Healthy-Sleep-Habits-Happy-Child/dp/0345486455/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1278261429&sr=1-1">Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child</a>. The author suggests giving baby one bottle each day so that they will take breast OR bottle, to give mom a break.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Natalie couldn't wait to volunteer. :) And not only did the baby take the whole bottle, she will even take a bottle from ME. Nipple confusion my eye.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaEcBIaDHdE69LJt7AXLNjCmqf9WC6kgd7kXEBaUl5gPAaJrnf6a2lYXdOimSgxBvu2epdEq9eAmBPCCoqQPgwG23KXtHKjvVzgGlFt2FuEvAtMByDEMmL69W23S1nR8cBQJfqw/s1600/BugBottle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaEcBIaDHdE69LJt7AXLNjCmqf9WC6kgd7kXEBaUl5gPAaJrnf6a2lYXdOimSgxBvu2epdEq9eAmBPCCoqQPgwG23KXtHKjvVzgGlFt2FuEvAtMByDEMmL69W23S1nR8cBQJfqw/s400/BugBottle2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-73066102380550490152010-06-24T16:56:00.001-04:002010-07-11T09:55:54.382-04:00Girly pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXdW9sU6V0_Dtg2PPNFkTbn9ODtGiZ7fuWiHNTNH6WBNsHxXTpm0vj4-JKb9-VAxFtoGIUb8Bi6UUCEGHMZoEKsNntbjnnzl76rTNUqhp9wntkDEPF4T2bs8jrnNGSzDt2PSemg/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXdW9sU6V0_Dtg2PPNFkTbn9ODtGiZ7fuWiHNTNH6WBNsHxXTpm0vj4-JKb9-VAxFtoGIUb8Bi6UUCEGHMZoEKsNntbjnnzl76rTNUqhp9wntkDEPF4T2bs8jrnNGSzDt2PSemg/s320/011.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I'm going to skip the usual groveling about how long it has been since I've put pictures up...you guys must be used to it by now. :) Here are some cute pictures of the girlies, from our mini photo-shoot this morning, with some random others thrown in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gcUDjT8JP1ER2601XdRw5dREU9_boOpakeLs2OX5IzN803wB5TjuYwTnL_YppJ_JIXY0mrPku6DOz5B2Rm7s6WKJCOpiteR16rZm-n3Trd6x69X4OMlmD3nkcIAOQ9j9kvArnQ/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gcUDjT8JP1ER2601XdRw5dREU9_boOpakeLs2OX5IzN803wB5TjuYwTnL_YppJ_JIXY0mrPku6DOz5B2Rm7s6WKJCOpiteR16rZm-n3Trd6x69X4OMlmD3nkcIAOQ9j9kvArnQ/s320/042.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcYuMrbYZ_-stv3NRL7Hg0thpbjLWogaVN6gc0PCEp18Sn0b5Sr6N0V_1iuCIJDvdDpPMxqPHgYHYo-gHhpU7iqi9WmLsfSBZ0myBLWP22wJrqIJWnIMSJxo7we3kD2873Jx5zQ/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_4aqW5mHs6UugPB9PyMvI_GvfVHnIZPtuFL_-DRPd9mYHPfaqkX7LATWfQpDFWyurryiYfUT_S9nLrHsdETcOB4XeskPCYR7ixmm8KcynVMHi7pU2Ds2qQEOnB4LqHQRIfJ_xgA/s320/086.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-PyiIs7DWsVbZMXxDG6_FYICjQvHEKKLnHyo9q78vG_QJ3QzVwm3JoaO2McHibCdxzlue1srVwjC-dX-4uktasogXXA8ukNjvPPaYCaBEcA6XKUUv_c6YL2KcsKAK9tU2jPYBA/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-PyiIs7DWsVbZMXxDG6_FYICjQvHEKKLnHyo9q78vG_QJ3QzVwm3JoaO2McHibCdxzlue1srVwjC-dX-4uktasogXXA8ukNjvPPaYCaBEcA6XKUUv_c6YL2KcsKAK9tU2jPYBA/s320/081.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIDipjo2y1XEZJTLcORQ3TD_dp8eZwgi9DBC7Xg5PMzX4_7j-HNGBcjXuWRiAkAwVP3i3V6_Ry-Q6amxubfvbA3GGRgdtKLuKEzA1rgQUgmEBrWFhh9d6DVBEeIFlWc06KKvmgaw/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIDipjo2y1XEZJTLcORQ3TD_dp8eZwgi9DBC7Xg5PMzX4_7j-HNGBcjXuWRiAkAwVP3i3V6_Ry-Q6amxubfvbA3GGRgdtKLuKEzA1rgQUgmEBrWFhh9d6DVBEeIFlWc06KKvmgaw/s320/041.JPG" /></a></div>I know they are small - if you want one a little larger just email me or leave a comment and tell me which one you want, I'll email you the file. :)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-37066810250119490222010-06-06T11:46:00.000-04:002010-06-06T11:46:19.811-04:00Summer is here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEXpIcEYK6wGrpcLaXwsqrSPU3SyPomV2DqcJzvqda2Innju9QnaTtt4PtahCrP0rVIn-yIMRPmX2XL6h9cVNnGX4wbhdrSNiiaOZJ2shs9SMnOPLpImVHC8lVQgeapNb7xWo3A/s1600/BoatJumping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEXpIcEYK6wGrpcLaXwsqrSPU3SyPomV2DqcJzvqda2Innju9QnaTtt4PtahCrP0rVIn-yIMRPmX2XL6h9cVNnGX4wbhdrSNiiaOZJ2shs9SMnOPLpImVHC8lVQgeapNb7xWo3A/s400/BoatJumping.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>And no one celebrates Summer like Dad. The girls spent the WHOLE DAY at the lake yesterday...they swam, they fished, they explored the shoreline, and they came home with a Critter Keeper full of tiny frogs. They were out until after dark and had an absolute blast. Awesome summer memories thanks to their amazing dad. ♥ And I got the whole day to myself with La La. This picture was taken with Jesse's cell phone, how cool is that? <br />
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I *love* being off work. The house is clean, the laundry is caught up, the to-do list is dwindling. I am actually reading a book and getting things done the same day I realize they need to be done. Oh what a feeling. I am soaking up the break and enjoying it - and I'm not thinking about how I'm going to pull off balancing the business and an 8 week old. Not yet.<br />
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Hope your Summer is heating up! :)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-67359060663698519302010-06-05T19:47:00.000-04:002010-06-05T19:47:19.430-04:00Miss Lilah<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVowQWvr8FMK1PSn53on4jsCyulpYcaFlAW5dffcllZmbGWpG9j46EZCxfdgqnxa2cog4SofaWIGapiwI0pXpq2AK2bcg0SQ-eekV-01rax98jhVNJPPkq3yMFuEfgPxmCZ0zy1A/s1600/LilahDaphne2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVowQWvr8FMK1PSn53on4jsCyulpYcaFlAW5dffcllZmbGWpG9j46EZCxfdgqnxa2cog4SofaWIGapiwI0pXpq2AK2bcg0SQ-eekV-01rax98jhVNJPPkq3yMFuEfgPxmCZ0zy1A/s400/LilahDaphne2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Mama is typing with one hand, so I will be a woman of few words today. Bottom line: Sweetest. Baby. Ever.Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-17258918844239955992010-05-29T20:55:00.000-04:002010-05-29T20:55:08.999-04:00Meet Lilah!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ9aKvkTcYm9s8nMpQ_5D2rA5QgNsKZhllWaF_FdgCo5Q4YqTC2UX_eefL7xlWZV0IMsUvWgxKphqzXfPfGT7DP3CBnre130aMFHE3d6RrsT4VPhGl8FbDBucd8u9zLuqYDFTfg/s1600/Lilah1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZ9aKvkTcYm9s8nMpQ_5D2rA5QgNsKZhllWaF_FdgCo5Q4YqTC2UX_eefL7xlWZV0IMsUvWgxKphqzXfPfGT7DP3CBnre130aMFHE3d6RrsT4VPhGl8FbDBucd8u9zLuqYDFTfg/s400/Lilah1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cvUTnWv21XYN-c63qJyOolCnkrN9uQ7P-CwXGtfaTGdmA5RRXE6vlcRG4vnEkJqwLxQWsnbZXEk1VAIEk4xVU5MbP4bYAhVZLyXY7yIV-2qdayb1tYAGSiYPCH0R_YKjpaHMrQ/s1600/Lilah3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cvUTnWv21XYN-c63qJyOolCnkrN9uQ7P-CwXGtfaTGdmA5RRXE6vlcRG4vnEkJqwLxQWsnbZXEk1VAIEk4xVU5MbP4bYAhVZLyXY7yIV-2qdayb1tYAGSiYPCH0R_YKjpaHMrQ/s400/Lilah3.jpg" width="285" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-k0FdgY-NoBMplfSGnBkVKFHuG_ggwmn0OoK9I6l9V2VDpV1GqKiNsROmUORUBtcEcRHeiAz4LdJU2XGRkW4ily5Acf6qYbOssVsOGZemUB8CCQ1nhoRbcJGHaEx2HU0iVyMOg/s1600/Lilah2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-k0FdgY-NoBMplfSGnBkVKFHuG_ggwmn0OoK9I6l9V2VDpV1GqKiNsROmUORUBtcEcRHeiAz4LdJU2XGRkW4ily5Acf6qYbOssVsOGZemUB8CCQ1nhoRbcJGHaEx2HU0iVyMOg/s400/Lilah2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Here she is! Lilah Daphne Fink joined us on 5/27 at 7:45am. She was 8 lbs 12 oz and exactly a week early! If she had gone to 42 weeks like both her sisters, she would have been a 10 pounder, easily. <br />
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We're home now and doing great! She is precious and has the sweetest, most low key personality. More pictures to follow when I'm feeling a little stronger. Love you guys!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-41192142549326961512010-04-30T13:22:00.002-04:002010-04-30T13:27:30.411-04:0035 weeks along<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are some new belly shots, by popular demand. :) <img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7v7d9PFD4vTrM18SpYWvJHrU20IJ9MJGANRBCzHh9rLAADN-LwbUsF1r6PkbH1F8bJzox_uHS6oPxJHSahVZS9Ju-kt2y9Z864AGBhymeXvfFRh0Cyilf-ryMyiqKp1BQsmJ1w/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOZvqzqFClaHCv9RnqYrd8DKzRcPuvNPIkOHMpNsVa6gM7v5MqlAHwaioPxydEVreb_a1YLnXPTqx13duEjMTyne5-gi0uLa0A_dvEjnU6iTZdexmFha2X_DmGOvxtFh6a81CJw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOZvqzqFClaHCv9RnqYrd8DKzRcPuvNPIkOHMpNsVa6gM7v5MqlAHwaioPxydEVreb_a1YLnXPTqx13duEjMTyne5-gi0uLa0A_dvEjnU6iTZdexmFha2X_DmGOvxtFh6a81CJw/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj814iGLHjCE9BbqXyVr990KlurFv4hblnpU0OGlTKN8SaE7tsJSlE8YIbm4uRVibJsCPud_sAwEijEu6PBKWMcttQKgf0shLCuprje9LDPbt9j6TCasSUF8Qqr0pIhR-vTbxwokA/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj814iGLHjCE9BbqXyVr990KlurFv4hblnpU0OGlTKN8SaE7tsJSlE8YIbm4uRVibJsCPud_sAwEijEu6PBKWMcttQKgf0shLCuprje9LDPbt9j6TCasSUF8Qqr0pIhR-vTbxwokA/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>And a sneak peak at what the Bambino looks like this week in utero, thanks to BabyCenter. The girls have LOVED seeing these pictures each week - it has really helped them understand that there is, in fact, a baby growing in there and not just a big ol' belly!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPuwMSA8M7SGxicBcVV_BcbWZSUeqw3NU_T61rxZ9YijFd-TFda-3kNoyfgBsEAZq7iDnUyg4YpC91WF3f9BL6HifcoPY9Kw7jxipgThA7KjYIj4PP-LR4pn3tj7joDAItDayXA/s1600/35weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPuwMSA8M7SGxicBcVV_BcbWZSUeqw3NU_T61rxZ9YijFd-TFda-3kNoyfgBsEAZq7iDnUyg4YpC91WF3f9BL6HifcoPY9Kw7jxipgThA7KjYIj4PP-LR4pn3tj7joDAItDayXA/s320/35weeks.jpg" /></a></div>Less than 4 weeks to go! Nursery is almost completely done, we just need some odds and ends like a diaper pail and a changing pad. They had a baby shower for us at church the other night and I will be getting those things soon thanks to a bunch of gift cards from our sweet, generous small group. It really feels real, and also not real at the same time. At this point, with the nursery done, the baby shower behind us, and me smuggling a watermelon everywhere I go, you would think it would have sunk in that we are adding a new daughter to our family in less than a month - but it hasn't!! I don't think it's really going to sink in until she is in my arms. :) And after that, I can say that a few days of 3am feedings will *definitely* hammer the point home!! I can't wait to meet her. We are still settling on a name so please pray for us - hearing from God and having some peace about it would help! But it might be that we have to see her little face in the hospital before we make the final call!Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-32083015698373607912010-04-27T12:11:00.003-04:002010-04-28T00:08:19.372-04:00Nursery pics!!<div style="text-align: center;">Okay, this has been a real work-in-progress for quite a while now. But it was a nice rainy day on Saturday and I was all caught up on cakes, so I spent the whole day in the former guest room getting the crib put together and hanging up the cute little stuff we got to go on the walls. I really love how it turned out. ♥♥♥</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">First, the BEFORE shot:</div><div style="text-align: center;">this was what our guest room looked like before we knew that the baby was on the way:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybr3TQXN43v9xvPzgh-jvG-mdsLFOOzTvIpxkbzO89tukUBls-nZKntWtNrHc3P1YpvYR2cUqshRX_VqDipOJrok0_fGa7Rc06A1ybIA_P2JANwMchkc6qEDNBEba4IFxMVaCig/s1600/GuestRoomBefore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybr3TQXN43v9xvPzgh-jvG-mdsLFOOzTvIpxkbzO89tukUBls-nZKntWtNrHc3P1YpvYR2cUqshRX_VqDipOJrok0_fGa7Rc06A1ybIA_P2JANwMchkc6qEDNBEba4IFxMVaCig/s400/GuestRoomBefore.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Superhero hubby offered to do a total room makeover for me, because he is the BEST. And he followed thru right away!! This is the result!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OLSrsU9Hbx0GKELZSY8vkkJgNU4MEECKN8X6uB5IyzomVrUv_sZcOzJ9pe1GT82qeldUqptJDF-3anbfpASPRNGNhsSDZ8PhFh4kddXO5qn3ryQTptj7Z0t52Z0jE7mZ2WcbHw/s1600/NurseryAfter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6OLSrsU9Hbx0GKELZSY8vkkJgNU4MEECKN8X6uB5IyzomVrUv_sZcOzJ9pe1GT82qeldUqptJDF-3anbfpASPRNGNhsSDZ8PhFh4kddXO5qn3ryQTptj7Z0t52Z0jE7mZ2WcbHw/s400/NurseryAfter.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think it is TOO CUTE for words. Jesse hung the chair rail so we could paint it 2 different colors, and we chose a really light green and pink from the bedding set. He even painted the whole thing because the paint warned that pregnant women should stay away from it (!!) So lucky me, I got to sit back and watch the magic unfold. (All I did was run some painters tape for him.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2b-5TvvMkNiuntCbX_YY4qFQ8EQl6O5i3GReOpYtuWZK1R1V4Wlj_YGwI2MzREIEaG9EG8Z1rpSItPuAIe09bgRqYZY1IRsmjtYKvHtV6hK5wbzbkzeVZNd-JAKUVieYQWuy4g/s400/Nursery1.jpg" width="300" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We got a different kind of crib - the last one had a side rail that went up and down. I noticed that a lot of the time I would wake up the sleeping baby by putting the side rail up...so this one doesn't move. Isn't it pretty?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ofHeYCmqAXjOHslsk961XZuhfb4kgbEm1QUm1nW51BvqmCBcNI3HF1s-slZKnfjrdXGcz6l0sJS8RTK_SYcx8b97g4nvUuoKrbD9nVpFesofyzzRmBlaK67e0dKyxkTRJhZisw/s400/Nursery2.jpg" width="300" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And here is the dresser which will double as a changing table when I get a changing pad to put on it. I'm hoping this furniture will hold her until she is well into grade school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's a close-up of the quilt, because I think it is so stinkin' adorable. I even used the same clips that held up the comforter in the girls room (which, by the way, I saved for some reason?) I was wondering this week why I held on to it, probably the same reason I love this one so much - it just reminds me of the girls when they were babies now and I hated to get rid of it. But it turned out to be great because those little star-shaped comforter clips matched the previous quilt perfectly, and what do you know, they are perfect for this one too. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2jmZmLpFnfrF0b2v0Jg4u-sZKYvIpeFJ3YQR6U_o_jwAEQLIC8QHgU3YNlq1d-kh6AflSgLuP5pj2K2AN5hglT9roo_DdAbzyKpHodlH6149vcDKYRkY3sPtH_MnpSHK8WDY0Q/s400/NurseryWallArt.jpg" width="400" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And finally we have the wall art above the dresser. These were a challenge to hang because the picture holders on the back of them were not at the same level on each side! So I had to make my holes in the wall correspondingly crooked, which made smoke come out of my ears. But I love the way they go with the Princess & Frog / Fairy Tale themed bedding. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And she will be here in less than 5 weeks. Can you believe it? I certainly can't. She definitely has an adorable room waiting for her. :)</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-12096810099530365792010-04-25T13:03:00.000-04:002010-04-25T13:03:43.399-04:00Resident SuperheroDid you guys know I married a superhero? He really, really is. Easily the most capable and talented man I have ever met, and always willing to tackle the meanest, hairyest villian on the block. ♥<br />
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Our story begins with your typical disaster in need of a Superman. The washing machine started pouring water out the bottom every time we started it. Jesse lifted it up and looked under it - but couldn't find the leak. We were saying it would be silly to spend $150 on a visit from the repair man when we could just go buy a new washing machine for a little more. Since we had basically decided we were going to just get a new one, Jesse said, "I may as well take it apart and see if I can fix it."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWjqYlNksAd9bttLU6LneYVa7uaXVsR1UxJZynyrVqnDahHy29j6W9lQwAlR8ZtMbJOzejbxtG6qRvYcQh748Qxu-9zEFroS8a5W1IdMFNB_cTVvBPYYq67AYYy90YmI3VUk7qg/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWjqYlNksAd9bttLU6LneYVa7uaXVsR1UxJZynyrVqnDahHy29j6W9lQwAlR8ZtMbJOzejbxtG6qRvYcQh748Qxu-9zEFroS8a5W1IdMFNB_cTVvBPYYq67AYYy90YmI3VUk7qg/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>And he did. Took it completely apart. At this point I thought he was mostly just exploring how the thing was put together and it was going to end up at the dump. But then he ripped open his shirt revealing the blue and red emblem...<br />
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Just kidding. But then he found the leaking part. And it was 4:30 in the afternoon, but he went to the computer, Googled 'Whirlpool parts', found a dealer IN OUR TOWN (who was still open for an hour!!), drove down there and got the part for $40.<br />
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And then he replaced the part. Pretty amazing in and of itself, because if we had called a repair guy we would have had to order the part, paid twice as much for it and then waited a week or two for it to come in. (With no clothes washing going on in the meantime, I might add.) This is when it gets handy to have a super hero in the house. Not only did he get the new part installed and working...he put the whole machine back together. The SAME DAY he took it apart. Perfectly, exactly the way it was, but with one exception - it doesn't pour water on the floor every time you turn it on anymore.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We've been using it for a week, and it is perfect. I am so impressed that he was able to tackle this task (something he'd never done before) and totally nail it. He saved us a huge repair bill, (and a long wait with no washer) or a huge bill for a new machine. My hero. ♥<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsEKs_emy74tdfHXZejPeI6mBX4q1ZQZ7h-CpgIUr95J_oHFjb0Z_Fyy6RJv1Hfh5KHNBhklccayfZ4YUplNehnDkFoNyatI162lzD7QAP3tLZV0hUWptk20Rr6Qg0k31u6NOZw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsEKs_emy74tdfHXZejPeI6mBX4q1ZQZ7h-CpgIUr95J_oHFjb0Z_Fyy6RJv1Hfh5KHNBhklccayfZ4YUplNehnDkFoNyatI162lzD7QAP3tLZV0hUWptk20Rr6Qg0k31u6NOZw/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div> One little detail I forgot to mention - see the brown ring around the top of the wash basin? That is DOG HAIR. Shows you how much I wash the dog's bedding - but G-R-O-S-S!!!! Jesse was also able to clean all that out, so it is like he cleaned and serviced the machine while he was at it. He cleaned out some kind of weird build up in the hot water line too. It is like having a brand new washing machine.<br />
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So go ahead and comment on what a lucky girl I am to be married to the most capable and super guy around. Because I know you're thinking it. :)Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-86816163270408019182010-03-27T12:55:00.000-04:002010-03-27T12:55:05.858-04:00Recent pics - and not so recent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pcYdyvK-YUt0NzOkE06NYJWnRwodbK1jMwnD7ZftTRwu-ERNYktVJRFAcq6-eT6ghB8rdG-dmn0GLPK5zvzPY8FCC8cf9lsruNekl3xBFadLjVk8PSGgUsjjsXsLKz0qyHw4OA/s1600/Jesse&Leah2-08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pcYdyvK-YUt0NzOkE06NYJWnRwodbK1jMwnD7ZftTRwu-ERNYktVJRFAcq6-eT6ghB8rdG-dmn0GLPK5zvzPY8FCC8cf9lsruNekl3xBFadLjVk8PSGgUsjjsXsLKz0qyHw4OA/s400/Jesse&Leah2-08.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesse and I a couple of months after we started attending Liberty Church, around February of 2008, I think.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jyOi04PBGWMum-5La4EGgFSOXMSjDtIzU-6rYwWtQXLqjtCzb7SH8e0pLPIFF_FhiMTz4-oNa83BoqQxgFxB5Oj3ybzPVBJxiZjSs-3KXUdtFDbYHOKdHMMbd4pTY5zSBrEBVA/s1600/Tanya&MePreggy3-2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jyOi04PBGWMum-5La4EGgFSOXMSjDtIzU-6rYwWtQXLqjtCzb7SH8e0pLPIFF_FhiMTz4-oNa83BoqQxgFxB5Oj3ybzPVBJxiZjSs-3KXUdtFDbYHOKdHMMbd4pTY5zSBrEBVA/s400/Tanya&MePreggy3-2010.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0oD03qRP4N-_lix957G9N3O7xRKXBgZCTzIEOUc4YBoBh16dJonAcF5Xdo0NdUNDt9FP7LWYmJsawlnVAU0iQFm5ZjWtEgpvYbaTVh_8b8WoXZTheR0DO5D68fFI9epSo7M0FA/s1600/Me&Tanya3-2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0oD03qRP4N-_lix957G9N3O7xRKXBgZCTzIEOUc4YBoBh16dJonAcF5Xdo0NdUNDt9FP7LWYmJsawlnVAU0iQFm5ZjWtEgpvYbaTVh_8b8WoXZTheR0DO5D68fFI9epSo7M0FA/s400/Me&Tanya3-2010.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My friend Tanya and I a week or so ago. Our due dates are only about 2 weeks apart. She's having a boy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of due dates, mine is only about 8 weeks away. Much to do before then!! Better get on it.</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-56794833159755564022010-03-07T12:52:00.002-05:002010-03-07T12:54:07.715-05:00General Sherman<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Went by the name of Jesse. Seven feet tall he was, with arms like tree trunks. His eyes were like steel: cold, hard. Had a shock of hair, black, like the fires of Hell."</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzGvAEwTXVhDOZ7NtRF7VB0aIBiyxHM9AgRbXvQRYCdSva7SmPLiatJjmCmARU8-yn4itdwaDlbbFw8P3zb1XTLAAWcMqjFrjqE3fdn5_4G83s486eBLuS6ot-YXJDVKjPlAefQ/s1600-h/cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzGvAEwTXVhDOZ7NtRF7VB0aIBiyxHM9AgRbXvQRYCdSva7SmPLiatJjmCmARU8-yn4itdwaDlbbFw8P3zb1XTLAAWcMqjFrjqE3fdn5_4G83s486eBLuS6ot-YXJDVKjPlAefQ/s400/cat.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My man caught a freakishly HUGE catfish in the Coosa River! It was 53 pounds, I believe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just for reference, looking at the shot below you can see that it was almost as big as Madeline!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Speaking of whom, she was still in her jammies from the night before.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Crazy, crazy huge fish. Jesse brought him home in a cooler and I was joking that it was like being married to a mafia hit man who is always bringing home dead bodies! Looking at that fish in the cooler all I could think about was a dead guy stuffed in someone's trunk!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have no doubt that Jesse Fink is going to become a household name down at the GON office. :)</div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36252522.post-15404162136087930492010-02-20T19:49:00.004-05:002010-02-20T23:35:57.651-05:006 months - and an FYI<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXEPkBuCun9sWNZ7dF5iMzv-CoIQYe3eYd3XcG-EAwpgumdHJgOsGp9OcxZi8lwFAnBt4IRHerIwSrODwzE7Mt9gQImIIBwR5f5DpixEqu0lRS6YvCgd4qJvEEisw11fHHxrd6g/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXEPkBuCun9sWNZ7dF5iMzv-CoIQYe3eYd3XcG-EAwpgumdHJgOsGp9OcxZi8lwFAnBt4IRHerIwSrODwzE7Mt9gQImIIBwR5f5DpixEqu0lRS6YvCgd4qJvEEisw11fHHxrd6g/s400/007.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaakyzyHbMHE9Ek5CIpXrArZCyR7w2H2KWQlvgQCVg15vr-iulDcwXKQlqDgkm1IkhkPr3OWpmfcuP-HSVcuzO2bCyVIx-1vcxdqCcopYQdGIH-_KCRMBP_h3LMsx9Nk6vaGRRA/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaakyzyHbMHE9Ek5CIpXrArZCyR7w2H2KWQlvgQCVg15vr-iulDcwXKQlqDgkm1IkhkPr3OWpmfcuP-HSVcuzO2bCyVIx-1vcxdqCcopYQdGIH-_KCRMBP_h3LMsx9Nk6vaGRRA/s400/006.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissoyZBN5BNkWgC1ZvfeENsyodzWZnqPs0qwMe5jHDpuuL7QqBZIqnk938DqlrOG14IqUFaOXvPPsOlksTygs7hkx6COm0pvzI7ioY7YenfN0NTZE4AEILv1YFk3kzQ9hCU-Z_Vg/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissoyZBN5BNkWgC1ZvfeENsyodzWZnqPs0qwMe5jHDpuuL7QqBZIqnk938DqlrOG14IqUFaOXvPPsOlksTygs7hkx6COm0pvzI7ioY7YenfN0NTZE4AEILv1YFk3kzQ9hCU-Z_Vg/s400/004.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am 6 months!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">==> 6!! MONTHS!! <==</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">She will be here in <i>3 months</i>!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know I sound like a broken record, but I can't believe how fast this pregnancy is going by. I was looking at our little ultrasound pics today - sweet little chubby cheeks, just like her sisters. I can't wait to hold her and kiss those little cheeks. ♥</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On an unrelated note.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I enjoy being pregnant. I really do. I feel cute. Bulgy, but cute. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pregnancy is the ONE TIME in my life that I actually DON'T feel self-conscious about my weight. I like the cute little belly and I like the cute little clothes. I *adore* the enormous ta-tas. :) I don't obsess over the number on the scale and I don't feel guilty about eating.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">HOWEVER. I have noticed a disturbing trend. For some reason, it seems that people feel it is okay to say things to me (I assume because I am obviously pregnant) that NO ONE in their right mind would say to a woman who is NOT pregnant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Comments like, "You must be due any day," and "Feeling big?" and my favorite, "ONLY 6 MONTHS?! Is it TWINS??" just roll off their tongues. Worse, it is WOMEN who are guilty of this!! Now come on ladies. Would you tell another non-pregnant woman at the grocery store she seems a bit hefty to you for her height?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course not. Can you imagine? "Wow, you are big for a woman who is only 5' 4"! You must feel miserable!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>***SMACK!!***</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's about how that conversation would go, no?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, just an FYI ladies. No pregnant woman wants to be told she is huge - just like the *not* pregnant girl next to her in line who is carrying an extra 30 lbs - <i>she knows</i>. And there is a good chance she is NOT standing there thinking how much better she would feel about herself if someone would just acknowledge her plight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The old adage is true - think of something NICE to say. Ask her if she is excited. Ask her if she knows the baby's gender. Tell her she looks cute. And if she retorts with a negative remark about her appearance, don't be fazed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The last 3 women she stood next to in line probably asked if she was carrying twins.<br />
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Thanks for listening. I feel better. :) Once we get the crib put together I'll be putting up some before-and-after pics of the nursery and the girls' room, both of which have recently received a fresh coat of paint in super girly colors. Have a great weekend! </div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07528486304567767125noreply@blogger.com1