tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70904660813524925042024-02-20T09:34:41.071-06:00MeisnerMafia...Steve. Beth. Evan.Our Celebrity Name: Steth
(Hey, it's better than Beve.)bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-70623048562634781892010-10-19T08:29:00.004-05:002010-10-19T08:38:21.351-05:00Gavin milestonesSat up for 10 minutes yesterday. Definitely on the brink of sitting up for long stretches on a regular basis.<br /><br />Gets up on hands and knees and rocks. Then I push his little butt back down! I don't want him to crawl yet!<br /><br />Has been rolling over and over and over across rooms for months now. Scary!<br /><br />Is the smiliest, happiest baby I have ever seen. Makes everyone feel like they're his favorite person. Laughs and coos all the time. <br /><br />I refuse to put shoes on him or "big boy" outfits because they make him look too old. Oh gosh, I'm one of those mothers! I'll be dressing him in a bunny outfit when he's 3. lolbethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-1876553167950685002010-10-19T08:11:00.005-05:002010-10-19T08:29:51.577-05:00Evan milestonesTalking in lots of complete sentences.<br /><br />Can identify lots of shapes. <br /><br />Can now make distinction between boys and girls ("Mommy is a girl", "Daddy is a boy") So cute!<br /><br />We go through all the songs he knows every night before bed. He used to want me to sing with him, but now he just wants me to listen. I taught him sign language to "Jesus Loves Me" and "Oh How I Love Jesus" and it is the cutest thing to see him sign and sing. <br /><br />He's doing a lot better with being more social and happy going to church nursery, gym nursery, etc. He really enjoys playing with other kids, runs around laughing and chasing them. <br /><br />This week he ran 3 houses down completely naked from waist down because he was "chasing birds". I panicked when I couldn't find him, but when I did, almost couldn't walk because I was laughing so hard. <br /><br />He also puked about 8 times one night. First time he's been really sick. Poor guy.<br /><br />Favorite game is chase, especially when we play with the ball. He wants me to "steal" it and run around. He loves playing kickball too.bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-29102780762053238482010-07-10T07:49:00.017-05:002010-07-10T21:21:28.162-05:00Am I Really Sitting Down to Blog?Who has time to blog lately? Not me! Having two kids is pure exhaustion most of the time with almost no time to myself. But I sure love those little guys to pieces. Life has certainly changed once again. It was very challenging at first (as it always is for us when we have a new baby), but now we're starting to get the hang of things.<br /><br />Gavin:<br />Now that we have Gavin, I can hardly remember what life was like a few months ago without him. I can't imagine my life without that little guy. He brings SOOO much happiness and joy to me. He is such a wonderfully happy, smiley, content, "easy" baby. Thank God! He has always been a great sleeper, he "got" nursing from the get-go, and he's almost always happy and smiling. What a change from Evan! Love my Evan, but that little guy was a difficult baby. I never fathomed just how much I'd love Gavin. Of course I knew I'd love him, but I am IN love with that sweet baby. I was very worried about having another, even though we planned him. I never got sleep with Evan, so I was dreading the newborn stage with Gavin. I remember praying, "God, please help me be so in love with my new baby that I won't even mind getting up at night with him." Boy did God answer that prayer. It wasn't ever brutal this time. He started sleeping in 4-5 hour stretches immediately. At 2 months he was sleeping 6-7 hours and his pediatrician said that was stellar for a purely breastfed baby. And at 10 weeks, he started sleeping 9-10 hour stretches! He sometimes sleeps longer at night than Evan does! He was super quick to smile, he doesn't mind being passed around to a thousand different family members and he's always happy. Oh and he laughed out loud at me, like a belly laugh, the other day. Soooo precious! (July 3, 2010)<br /><br />I'm very happy that breastfeeding worked out this time and is going well. I still had to work at it at first and it's still very time consuming, but I'm enjoying it this time. I spend about 2 hours total during the day just breastfeeding. But it truly is convenient and easier than bottles but only once you get the hang of it, definitely not at first! I have this huge diaper bag, but now realize you only need a big bag if you're bottle feeding. It's so nice not having to carry bottles, a bottle of water, formula, etc. The downside is nursing in public. But I just do it. I can't always scurry off to a hidden area, plus it takes so long that I don't want to spend 20 minutes by myself away from people every time I need to nurse. My friend Aimee loaned me the cutest "hooter hider" ever. That thing is priceless. It's a beautiful "cape" that I wear when I'm nursing that covers everything...love it. I laugh but am slightly horrified at places I've nursed Gavin: in the car...lots. At Zumba class. During Sunday School. At dinner (but I was covered up, Kim Kardashian!). Walking around Chuck E Cheese, yes walking. Like I said, slightly horrified, but it's a part of life and I don't just whip my boob out for everyone to see.<br /><br />Evan:<br />Evan has entered his most challenging stage yet. Most notiably, I potty trained him in a matter of days and he was fully, completely trained for 6 weeks. Only had one accident during that time. And then Gavin came along. Man oh man. Evan has only poohed in the potty a few times since then. He continues to pee in the potty but mostly poohs in his underwear. It's almost always when I'm nursing Gavin or paying Gavin attention. I swear, after 3.5 months, it's about to drive me insane. Actually, it's already driven me insane. I've had fits of rage where I have to go in the other room and scream my head off. I've tried absolutely every-freaking-thing with no luck. Rewards, candy, toys, lots of praise, to spankings, time out, etc. Nothing works. The worse part is that I can't (and won't) put him back in diapers. I actually broke down after 2 months and bought pull ups, but he just takes them off and then I have to deal with poop in the floor. It's potty purgatory. I know adding Gavin to the family has been very hard on Evan...in more ways than I know. He loves Gavin so much and doesn't take his frustration out on him, but he takes it out on me. I feel like he's mad at me for making him "share me". It's tough. I pray this horrible phase will end soon.<br /><br />On to happier topics...<br /><br />I'm so proud of how Evan is putting words together and speaking in longer sentences. He's really grown a lot in the past 6 months. Everyone thinks he's older than he is because he's so tall and looks so boyish instead of toddlerish, but he's still only 2. He has a lot of 3 year old friends, but when I see him around them, it's obvious that he's younger. He can't articulate things quite as well as them because he's 6 months away from being 3. I think he's doing really good for where he's at. Physically he's strong and active and can do all the things older kids can do. He's going to a summer day camp where he's the youngest one. I begged the Director to let him in even though he was supposed to be 3. He got to ride a pony which he looooved, go down a big waterslide and hear special storytellers. I'm really impressed with all the school is offering this summer. Every Tuesday, we have playdates with a Moms group I'm hosting at church. We've gone to Monkey's Treehouse, community pools, movies and we're set to go to a splash park. Evan's made tremendous progress swimming in the pool this year. He now swims without us being in the pool. Still have to keep a close eye on him, but he's gotten over his fear...a little too much!<br /><br />Steve:<br />We (Steve) started teaching a Sunday School class a few months before Gavin was born. The Sunday School Director at church approached him about a class that he needed a teacher for. The old teachers stepped down and he really needed someone to step up. Steve was just the guy for the job! He's a natural leader, facilitator, speaker, etc. Love that about him. Those are all the things I stink at. Anyways, the class is a 20's/30's couples class. It started out pretty small, but it's doubled in size now! Woot! His first series was one we pulled from Pastor Davis: "How God Speaks to You". My fave of Pastor Davis's series that everyone can relate to. Then he did a series on the disciples and leadership and now we're doing "The Secret to the Marriage You Want". It struck me as laughable that we're teaching on marriage since we have a whopping 3 years experience under our belts. But we're not deriving from our own experience...it's a marriage study kit by two reknown Christian authors. Actually we're learning as much from it as probably anyone. It's all about how empathy for your partner is the keystone to a successful relationship. Good stuff that's already proven its success in our marriage.<br /><br />Steve's been slammed at work lately. The popular "CU" case is hogging all his time, even though he has several other huge cases that demand his attention. Then he has to come home to a screaming 2 year old, a frantic wife, a dirty house and a crying baby lots of nights. Poor guy. I don't blame him if he doesn't come home one night! lol Just kidding baby, you know you love us and all our craziness!<br /><br />I admire Steve so much. So, so many people come to him for free advice, which he handles with grace. He likes helping people, but I'm sure it can be stressful, dealing with everyone's problems all the time. Not to mention, our own! He does such an amazing job being level headed, juggling our crazy lives and working so hard for our family.<br /><br />Family:<br />For Father's Day, we took both of the boys to see Toy Story 3 in 3D. Evan loved it. He did great wearing the glasses too. We loaded up on popcorn, Reeses Pieces and Diet Coke. We had a great time. Even little Gavin did great. For 4th of July, we went camping at Center Hill Lake. It seemed like luxury because we actually rented a pop-up camper instead of a tent. We also rented a huge 14-person pontoon boat with a waterslide. My family was also camping there and Steve's family came up for the day. While the boat was a blast, the trip was just way too much for us at this point with kids. Totally exhausting for both of us. But hey, it was an experience. We go to the neighborhood pool all the time. We've thoroughly enjoyed hanging with our neighbors and their kids this summer. <br /><br />Me:<br />All of the above describes what's going on in my life, since taking care of our family is my job. In addition to that, I was asked to be on a steering team for a new Moms group forming at our church. I'm super excited about it since my MOPS group dissolved. This new group is somewhat like a mentor program where older moms mentor younger moms (according to the Bible). It doesn't start until February, which is a ways off, but we're in the planning stages now. I can't wait for it to begin. MOPS was such a tremendous support system for me and I made a lot of wonderful friendships that way. I love that it was Christian based and this will be too...even moreso. <br />I'm also hosting a summer moms group for my church. We get together every Tuesday and do fun things with the kids. We've done some really fun things so far and I've enjoyed meeting some new women from church. <br />I'm doing Zumba on the mornings that I don't have other commitments. I've always loved Zumba and am pleased to get back to it. It really has helped me shed some post pregnancy pounds too. I've lost 13 pounds and have 12 more to go. I pigged out when I was pregnant and I knew I'd have a lot of work to do after. But oh well!<br /><br />Lastly, I'm searching for a hobby, a possible future career for when our boys are in school, something for ME. I have interests, but I'm looking to deepen them. Steve and I always talk about being "interesting" people. We never want to become boring and monatenous. Plus there's so much to explore and learn in the world. I only have very, very limited time to explore my interests at this stage in my life, but I will as I can. For now, I'm happy just contemplating the possibilities. <br /><br />Wow, what a marathon. I don't even have the energy to proof read this thing. :)bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-68673613535314048992010-06-02T22:31:00.003-05:002010-06-02T22:34:05.905-05:00Evan notablesFavorite words/sentences:<br />Mommy car<br />Daddy truck<br />Where ah you?<br />What you doin?<br />I lube YOU<br />Buzz and Woody<br />Calls Nana "Ninny"<br />Play<br />Can identify most colors<br />Have heard him count to 13 correctly, unpromptedbethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-65513805353557027242010-05-21T07:32:00.006-05:002010-05-21T07:40:23.609-05:00Evan statsFebruary/March 2010 - started putting 4-5 word sentences together<br />March 2010 - fully potty trained in 4 days...no accidents til Gavin came along<br />May 20, 2010 - said "I love you Mommy" for the first time<br />May 20, 2010 - last day of MDO. In his program with his class, he sang louder than all the other kids, knew just about all the hand motions to the songs and cried for a long time after he saw Daddy leave. Wouldn't even eat his lunch, his teacher said. He kept crying for Daddy. :(<br /><br />Very sweet towards Gavin. Kisses him on head. Tries to "lay" on top of him to give him a hug. LOVES to crawl into Gavin's crib with him. "Talks" to him all the time. Calls him "Baby Gavin". Asks where he is if he's not around. <br /><br />Favorite new movies are Toy Story I & II.<br />Favorite characters are Mickey Mouse, the "Cars", and Buzz and Woody from Toy Story.<br />Loves riding on Daddy's riding mower with him.bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-22483948073576344782010-03-06T08:34:00.005-06:002010-03-06T09:07:26.251-06:00No more diapers! (At least until another month.) :)The happiest moment of my parenting journey so far...Evan being potty trained! I dreaded this soooooo bad that I kept putting it off even though I knew he was ready. I am still so surprised that he's done so good in such a short amount of time. Every single person that I talked to and book that I've read advised me to wait to potty train him after the baby is born since I'm only weeks away from delivery. I knew I was crazy to try this with me being 9 months pregnant, but I know Evan. He's ready, he's been ready. He kept throwing fits because he wanted to wear his Cars underwear. That was the sure sign. I explained to him that he couldn't pee pee in his Cars underwear, that he had to pee pee potty. He said ok and we went for it. I decided to try it and not stress over it. If he got it, great. If he had lots of trouble, then I'd try again after Gavin's born. And thankfully he got it!<br /><br />I opted to do what I call "potty training boot camp". It involved staying home as much as possible for 3-4 days in a row and keeping him in real underwear, no diapers. I have to say, it really wasn't that bad. Of course there were accidents, but overall, he got it pretty quickly. The little stinker even went all day at MDO without an accident, even during his nap, only 3 days after we started training. And he's in the 1 year class where no one else is potty trained or training. How proud am I of my boy? :) For the past two days, he's been shuffled around from my sister to my mom, aunt and grandma and he has told them every time he's had to use the potty! It's only been a week since we started...I'm so proud of him!! <br /><br />So this is a shout out to my little Ev...I love you and am SOOOO proud of you! Thank you for making this easy on me while I'm 9 months pregnant! :)bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-8186737699489868542010-01-15T21:10:00.007-06:002010-01-16T10:57:48.209-06:00Footloose and Paci Free...2 years oldWell I'm breaking bad blogging records lately and only blogging once a quarter these days. Sheesh. It's the baby's fault. ;)<br /><br /><br />So my little paci lover has unknowingly given up his first love. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought. I dreaded taking his paci away worse than potty training. One night I just decided to not give it to him and surprisingly, he went to sleep fine. So the next day I just kept it out of sight and when he asked for it, I just told him I didn't have it. I took one step at a time and it worked way better than I imagined. He basically went cold turkey. He got really sick with hand, foot and mouth during the process so I gave it to him a few times just to nap and comfort him. Fortunately, it didn't set him back any. He's been without it for 3 weeks now. I'm so proud of him. I know how much he loved that thing.<br /><br />Today he had his 2 year appt with Dr. Davidson. He's very healthy and on track in everything the doc asked me about. He's 36.5 inches tall and weighs 31.5 lbs. Dr. D says his birth mark on his nose still has plenty of time to go away...it's something I've kept an eye on since his birth. I was hoping it'd go away completely by now, but it's not really that noticeable.<br /><br />Backing up to Christmas, it was a splendid time this year. My very favorite word that Evan has learned to say is "Santa". I almost like it better than "Mommy"! It is so freakin cute the way he says it! It's kind of with a little lisp...it's adorable. Now he says, "Mickey Santa" all the time, indicating he'd like to watch "Mickey's Once/Twice Upon a Christmas" movie on the DVR. He's watched it at least 20 times now...I can't believe he still loves it. I ordered the DVD's today. Anyways, his big present from us was more Geotrax for his train set. It sprawled across the living room floor...way too big for the train table now. He still plays with it non-stop.<br /><br />He's recently started dancing. Don't know exactly where he learned how, but it's hilarious. And his favorite things to say are, "I did it!" when he did something he's proud of. Also, "I fast! I fast!" as he runs circles around the staircase. Oh and let's not forget, "Peed, I am peed!" for Lightning McQueen. lol<br /><br />He had the best 2 year old birthday party ever. Gymboree, 18 friends and their parents, HUGE Mickey airwalker balloons, homemade Mickey Mouse cupcakes, a few tantrums, but it was awesome (I think Evan had fun too...hehe). I kinda went Mommy psycho on this party...we could have taken a vacay to Rome instead, but it was worth it.<br /><br />Now maybe I can focus on the new little boy that's gonna be in my life soon. Only 3 months to go and we still have to pick out a name for him!bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-20529641511824355272009-10-09T19:52:00.003-05:002009-10-09T19:53:06.359-05:00New digs :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jfiLD8ZsRDyN37F4-zwfxHKO7MYnlktqvl__USal5Nz-A3DyKqi6bJcadXQHmo2_kD6W_F3x_7mmv_Xhn6_tY8kNoemrSr2zU_C26-gddncFkMyburG9aXsMrCq_Rc1lNUG30A2IQOZs/s1600-h/house.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390767918337425362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jfiLD8ZsRDyN37F4-zwfxHKO7MYnlktqvl__USal5Nz-A3DyKqi6bJcadXQHmo2_kD6W_F3x_7mmv_Xhn6_tY8kNoemrSr2zU_C26-gddncFkMyburG9aXsMrCq_Rc1lNUG30A2IQOZs/s400/house.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-1700534315775768142009-09-25T20:04:00.001-05:002009-09-25T20:05:42.333-05:00Getting closer to new digs...FINALLY got a contract on our house. Praise God!! Due to close November 9. Found a house that we like in Franklin. We'll see what happens...bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-15557375425044994522009-09-15T13:25:00.000-05:002009-09-15T15:38:46.689-05:00New Blog for Baby<a href="http://meisnerbabyboo.blogspot.com/">http://meisnerbabyboo.blogspot.com/</a>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-80635823201327313252009-09-15T13:23:00.000-05:002009-09-15T15:38:36.527-05:0020 Months = Tantrums GaloreThe tantrums have begun. And oh they're all out fall on the floor, stomping and high pitched screams. But let me tell you, they're not here for long. After weeks of trying to decide which method of discipline I wanted to take, the wooden spoon also made it's debut this weekend. I hated to go that route, but mama don't play those tantrum games. Actually I just had to show him the spoon and tapped his leg very softly and say, "Spank!" and he got it. He looked at me wide-eyed like, "Oh goodness, she's for real now." I'm sure it won't always be that easy. But from what friends tell me, just the threat of the spoon is usually enough. Let's hope so b/c mama hates giving spankings. :(<br /><br />Oh the bright side, Evan started MDO last week. Today's his second day, thus I'm back to blogging, enjoying some quiet laptop time at Panera. He wasn't happy when I dropped him off, but I prayed he'd have a good day today. It's hard for the little guy, but I know it's best. We also started attending MOPS which I LOVE, so he's getting a double dose of childcare on some weeks.<br /><br />His favorite words lately are first and foremost, "cars" for the Cars Movie. He literally wakes up saying "cars" and goes to bed saying "cars". What kind of hyponosis did they put in that movie? His other favorites are, "choo choo", "yes", "copter" for helicopter, "cheese", "tractor", and he likes to roar like a lion. hehe He still predominately says Mama alllll the time. He calls everything Mama, including Steve and pictures of himself. We're working on that. I'm teaching him to show me his happy, sad and mad faces...he thinks that's hilarious. He loves itsy bitsy spider and patty cake and basically all sing songs. Oh and he gets a kick out of sticking his index fingers in his nostrils at the same time. Hopefully he doesn't do that at MDO. lol<br /><br />Gosh I don't know what I'd do without that kid. Lately I've been frustrated with him a lot because of the tantrums, but that little kid is my world. It's gonna be fun to have another one, but he'll always be my first.bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-84206763993036019132009-07-16T19:53:00.004-05:002009-07-16T19:57:14.729-05:00Food Intake RestructureMy new fave website/magazine: <a href="http://www.eatingwell.com/">http://www.eatingwell.com/</a>. Healthy, low cal, delicious.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359226452895466562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh14QDEgkTwKdZy4G0plKGAPVa5AR1VZr5psODfESFhAm6wp87ryNMZdFvzq7R1JmuehsW8y4AvDBoUCiwRLv7AqDYuIoshx2xz9PKMZB3jSMRIk8sPSqUJy9h9NchYgUEcr6fhNPd-DYFE/s320/17Months+005+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBi0N2HlcijfYCbhU7pQTVQUKWwcZkB4F1Nfk555vUu07BTzJgjsO7xGe1wm2yuU0uOf0VbSnoUpUz9YxWnigX0v3c4HoWpYz6LwE3TVWB5NB3TAQjOcLvjyvc73IAqJRQ7saLaQ7ud4Gs/s1600-h/17Months+006+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359226456623821522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBi0N2HlcijfYCbhU7pQTVQUKWwcZkB4F1Nfk555vUu07BTzJgjsO7xGe1wm2yuU0uOf0VbSnoUpUz9YxWnigX0v3c4HoWpYz6LwE3TVWB5NB3TAQjOcLvjyvc73IAqJRQ7saLaQ7ud4Gs/s320/17Months+006+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-62558705791158843042009-06-23T17:02:00.005-05:002009-06-23T17:21:39.395-05:00Gymboree/The Little Gym<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfoTVI1tl2zGCmVSTLslfO0WIbTycRz0JwdS5UZy2Djj91dlA3zxydddFEaO3ac6tqFAK_b8y6itEDOmk9TgKZfENZbgUQ7r9lE8HQ0AUTc4xfBga9VoEx4JQAjwQsPJ_lVKLdS8T3B1d/s1600-h/17Months+116+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350650775748649426" 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/AVvXsEgFfoTVI1tl2zGCmVSTLslfO0WIbTycRz0JwdS5UZy2Djj91dlA3zxydddFEaO3ac6tqFAK_b8y6itEDOmk9TgKZfENZbgUQ7r9lE8HQ0AUTc4xfBga9VoEx4JQAjwQsPJ_lVKLdS8T3B1d/s320/17Months+116+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93Vb9lJ6B0_PXmarFIkOd4ebJEHvTLruwSfFwkHoyENZjvZaQVRvWZFmGKgtifWv_MdDj_y-FDbROZZRYJsUqTJmJqmqu7147r1uKvOHP5K2B7Xe2lo2GxaxzVWS2rNavSmcXzhu9DSyW/s1600-h/17Months+113+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350650773861104066" 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/AVvXsEj93Vb9lJ6B0_PXmarFIkOd4ebJEHvTLruwSfFwkHoyENZjvZaQVRvWZFmGKgtifWv_MdDj_y-FDbROZZRYJsUqTJmJqmqu7147r1uKvOHP5K2B7Xe2lo2GxaxzVWS2rNavSmcXzhu9DSyW/s320/17Months+113+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ37rvlUxILabum3kEJ8Q0CgB70TJw9mlzAhCfnd2GqwRoFi5iCPkMVoVlOpCNPywk6V0qbLpefDA-Oa8_77YxwE-RT4yKaag0BuzxPXiGhb6eSxb70peEPZTJoKpVO33ai0FGS1CdUMup/s1600-h/17Months+107+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350650767731796098" 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/AVvXsEhQ37rvlUxILabum3kEJ8Q0CgB70TJw9mlzAhCfnd2GqwRoFi5iCPkMVoVlOpCNPywk6V0qbLpefDA-Oa8_77YxwE-RT4yKaag0BuzxPXiGhb6eSxb70peEPZTJoKpVO33ai0FGS1CdUMup/s320/17Months+107+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxhu9SUdHXHonbwKP4JNvhFkLOlsGmefyCXf65DEcej7ZE2ot3iKiX9o5er6zOzKPjWP0TCel4sS9xMpA8wzFIK-gP86E_SRgDD5NK5IyaimgliOsoUxJj3s3RU2HmoQ_T5Nb65uJQGG5/s1600-h/17Months+100+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350650763298588482" 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/AVvXsEhnxhu9SUdHXHonbwKP4JNvhFkLOlsGmefyCXf65DEcej7ZE2ot3iKiX9o5er6zOzKPjWP0TCel4sS9xMpA8wzFIK-gP86E_SRgDD5NK5IyaimgliOsoUxJj3s3RU2HmoQ_T5Nb65uJQGG5/s320/17Months+100+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350650781007547522" 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/AVvXsEiv5DFl2iRWpv0U-1AgZyybDJAQxwS9XVqrJva3a-WJvgGleo9I5YIGWQtTxGEjDGlm-iwVwYwFyJXOTijwfwBCkaUHVe4k-Fz9t0fLbo2jRSISmeUCDAcOCqmX-tR6ZcSwYcP4_GNoafVn/s320/17Months+076+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350651660941244306" 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/AVvXsEgTn12jne2ejnjwLyiKxm8sIh2GWaTznq7LiE0pBSoV7SRGj_Y4c-p69nOviYLPh_e1cS8O7I5WIlb8QuxhIrGl7GoHLSrj_dXLHGAd6K3Dx5SCN0S1h4VE80_738RzRPs2dUr4oMb_oblI/s320/17Months+088+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-21357899263222752662009-06-22T11:43:00.018-05:002009-06-22T12:02:32.829-05:00Evan loves Daddy<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ab-lYp05RBDg_FH9oXYKlsrU4ELVxr8ZOMiFDrZs3po1RVSVHMdwZmX5EbD9oYXuGF9MLwIl0drSkn2QdfpV9K2RXtJGzF6MtGSOFATpkmcTZzgbyt8wFM6cn73MEbwDfdq1WLfgvp2A/s1600-h/17Months+001+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350194353542381314" 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/AVvXsEi1ab-lYp05RBDg_FH9oXYKlsrU4ELVxr8ZOMiFDrZs3po1RVSVHMdwZmX5EbD9oYXuGF9MLwIl0drSkn2QdfpV9K2RXtJGzF6MtGSOFATpkmcTZzgbyt8wFM6cn73MEbwDfdq1WLfgvp2A/s320/17Months+001+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy Father's Day</div><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivEtBV4pJGF-hz1u-e8Uonu-XTs7_IEa4Om32wwEHwMPtfJVjJ5Mms-OaXp_mZmMf_ywlBVmjEKjqQo4cpkuWwfkPO2CL7nIWtDnKiQNrmEybkf6j9l9QZpGuyvEn_IkvnCK2AsRWFc-jo/s1600-h/17Months+006+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350194366089873394" 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/AVvXsEivEtBV4pJGF-hz1u-e8Uonu-XTs7_IEa4Om32wwEHwMPtfJVjJ5Mms-OaXp_mZmMf_ywlBVmjEKjqQo4cpkuWwfkPO2CL7nIWtDnKiQNrmEybkf6j9l9QZpGuyvEn_IkvnCK2AsRWFc-jo/s320/17Months+006+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Making the Stepping Stone<br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ5McGul9UbvBS5dU74OQARrEAYeViXDzjrs8piOuOoV486JmMiLzdkQQvrp9grQr5mjMUthcXfNtPoFOnjfUhy48yVAgRpS0LOjgxTxIJPKT6f0YSm-SnE_GNEhA4JQnRlB830kEcMOY/s1600-h/17Months+021+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350196322611430146" 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/AVvXsEiiZ5McGul9UbvBS5dU74OQARrEAYeViXDzjrs8piOuOoV486JmMiLzdkQQvrp9grQr5mjMUthcXfNtPoFOnjfUhy48yVAgRpS0LOjgxTxIJPKT6f0YSm-SnE_GNEhA4JQnRlB830kEcMOY/s320/17Months+021+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">Stone for Dad's Garden<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6gwJnS_NTqKIV8qQ2fdRBik8UlseYvJMOQwzABCkecIvcy0nksQFFPHij3wGPkejc9p0nJVQSufeDcmhiF3gE_4NUaX4gt1fgvgy8og_dCGdiowVuTaGSSRkKwSspxzYrQDf2Ft224sP/s1600-h/17Months+011+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350194370074668642" 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/AVvXsEid6gwJnS_NTqKIV8qQ2fdRBik8UlseYvJMOQwzABCkecIvcy0nksQFFPHij3wGPkejc9p0nJVQSufeDcmhiF3gE_4NUaX4gt1fgvgy8og_dCGdiowVuTaGSSRkKwSspxzYrQDf2Ft224sP/s320/17Months+011+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>Daddy's Cake </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgUTWLlIAyA8fF19W4htJJ_0ia7nmWXLWf-orRi4_8Nnm1IV_4fE1IB98lskYDhnPQcwV23wNKDoD2nTdmqtqLjymXp73iuuTKsOqabOLz4tVC5f7YK0FsLUGyV9uQFx9txX4MqqkP7jG/s1600-h/17Months+018+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350194375405180258" 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/AVvXsEhPgUTWLlIAyA8fF19W4htJJ_0ia7nmWXLWf-orRi4_8Nnm1IV_4fE1IB98lskYDhnPQcwV23wNKDoD2nTdmqtqLjymXp73iuuTKsOqabOLz4tVC5f7YK0FsLUGyV9uQFx9txX4MqqkP7jG/s320/17Months+018+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Meisner Men </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"></p>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-10368141882311625712009-05-28T15:39:00.005-05:002009-05-28T15:56:30.218-05:00Signs that I'm old and have completely lost the cool points I had built up1. Starting with the most scary, I'm actually starting to want a minivan. I NEVER thought those words would come out of my mouth, but I'm sick of changing diapers in the front seat, bumping my head on the door and not having any room to put anything.<br /><br />2. I have at least 3 gray hairs.<br /><br />3. I'd rather watch movies at home than at the theatre. <br /><br />4. Steve and I return from dates at 9 pm...or earlier.<br /><br />5. We go to bed at 9 or 9:30 pm.<br /><br />6. I can't sleep past 8 am any more...even if I want to.<br /><br />7. I actually care about politics.<br /><br />8. I care about incorporating more fruits and veggies in my diet (still not giving up Diet Dr. Pepper though). <br /><br />9. I wear sunscreen instead of baby oil.<br /><br />10. I like watching the news.<br /><br />11. I'm not the youngest of my friends any more.<br /><br />12. I actually WANT to move to suburbia and give up the downtown pad.<br /><br />13. I realize that my mom's right about 99% of the time.<br /><br />14. My metabolism has definitely slowed down.<br /><br />15. We often go out to eat at 5 or 5:30 pm (although that's mostly Evan's fault). <br /><br />16. I don't think twice about changing a diaper in public or stripping him down to a diaper. <br /><br />17. I want a minivan. That one has to count for at least two.<br /><br />But I did recently go bungee jumping, so all's not lost. ;)bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-91343853745955126452009-05-12T19:28:00.007-05:002009-05-12T20:08:11.694-05:0016 Months/Update<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJoGGc_CGkKKVvswPeR7wgKsy16lEh-yCnq80_HlpfM8RxA9z_kgOkqYvim9-I4ov6pe0Vk_MDK2U_-YtsrWjCabi28OvpKvucoxFm8b5DM6XUv8e95SlTw-G1crB7h25VKpRCy8O7ffu/s1600-h/16Months+008+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108169382268034" 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/AVvXsEhxJoGGc_CGkKKVvswPeR7wgKsy16lEh-yCnq80_HlpfM8RxA9z_kgOkqYvim9-I4ov6pe0Vk_MDK2U_-YtsrWjCabi28OvpKvucoxFm8b5DM6XUv8e95SlTw-G1crB7h25VKpRCy8O7ffu/s320/16Months+008+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Stylin and profilin'</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRavwwk1IxjfndF7NIzJu8LPCA23458O71LB3U-zLaqhoCWKtTbkeaKEFlBMzwiZhlPuRDeGYZdC-6Sn9H2fsZ4Ti0o25CEObwTIz59sZ8ltI2HAjT2Z78MR8wIl5TdwC5BznH2bUwAayq/s1600-h/IMG_3942+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108167728430546" 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/AVvXsEgRavwwk1IxjfndF7NIzJu8LPCA23458O71LB3U-zLaqhoCWKtTbkeaKEFlBMzwiZhlPuRDeGYZdC-6Sn9H2fsZ4Ti0o25CEObwTIz59sZ8ltI2HAjT2Z78MR8wIl5TdwC5BznH2bUwAayq/s320/IMG_3942+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> In my big boy pants!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69t3QxxIH91ZfDjwLQ7XUJhRzHnXZ5DWHrKuHJr0M9DM8D9LxhxzrAORiNdMu0ubjy4rsHRVQOmNKTgNMPWA8wxUA_FYKvixUBA1XCxp9J3ESxOlGRnhyhlg8HSGVTXEOpVdaUE9ariMH/s1600-h/IMG_3821+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108161612766386" 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/AVvXsEj69t3QxxIH91ZfDjwLQ7XUJhRzHnXZ5DWHrKuHJr0M9DM8D9LxhxzrAORiNdMu0ubjy4rsHRVQOmNKTgNMPWA8wxUA_FYKvixUBA1XCxp9J3ESxOlGRnhyhlg8HSGVTXEOpVdaUE9ariMH/s320/IMG_3821+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'm a cheese<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4V22AkkUXGlxtsQUPXyhiQdPA7liKW25KPnGof8eObJcb2oTYDJ23uxucTX5wzdv5ddp1FbXqKn8vhZAlr3o77x1CdCbuyn5TW7hPoj2EjUjqp8muspepbJgs1t1fcivNl4PZHijNpbiX/s1600-h/IMG_3772+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108156993109762" 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/AVvXsEi4V22AkkUXGlxtsQUPXyhiQdPA7liKW25KPnGof8eObJcb2oTYDJ23uxucTX5wzdv5ddp1FbXqKn8vhZAlr3o77x1CdCbuyn5TW7hPoj2EjUjqp8muspepbJgs1t1fcivNl4PZHijNpbiX/s320/IMG_3772+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hunting eggs with Dad<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDgV4w6UbrfGyiC7NE0pmWmRtGkiBVt7yR-AowKjIvXxtdB6iMR4cFF7RC5l_LrCdZjNcjP92vZvlCOSaMEUabC6AD5kLImXrmIEZ6uMvZDjwhwFh6ov9Ng0ODNMoxHxWpTUsWYTJOoHy/s1600-h/IMG_3749+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108153288085618" 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/AVvXsEjtDgV4w6UbrfGyiC7NE0pmWmRtGkiBVt7yR-AowKjIvXxtdB6iMR4cFF7RC5l_LrCdZjNcjP92vZvlCOSaMEUabC6AD5kLImXrmIEZ6uMvZDjwhwFh6ov9Ng0ODNMoxHxWpTUsWYTJOoHy/s320/IMG_3749+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Peekin at my Easter basket<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm growing increasingly worse at blogging. I used to be so into this. I just don't have that much time any more. During the 2-3 hour period I get to myself during the day, I'm usually cleaning, preparing for dinner, doing my devotion, facebooking or just resting! That being said, here's what's up with us...</div><div></div><br /><div>The most exciting news is that our house is on the market. We're anticipating our move to Franklin. We're hoping and praying everyday that someone puts a contract on our house. One lady loved it and said it's in her top 4, so I'm praying she's the one! </div><br /><div></div><div>I thought Steve and I would never agree on where to move around Nashville, but everything finally came together (read: he gave into me) and we agreed that Franklin is the best spot for us to raise our family. I've lived around Nashville for most of my life and Franklin is the one area that I've never lived in, so it makes it all seem new to me, which my personality type needs. Plus they have the best public schools, the cleanest, nicest mall/shopping/restaurant areas, plus my Mama's group is nearby. The only thing is we'll have to find a new church, but there are TONS to choose from and I'm confident we'll find something we love. I already have a few good leads. I'm on a waiting list for MOPS and Evan's on the list for MDO, so I'm reallllllllllly looking forward to that. Oh and did I mention how awesome it will be to be in an actual neighborhood? We don't live in much of one now and I never lived in subdivisions growing up, and I want Evan and our future kids to grow up near other kids so they can ride their bikes and play basketball on the streets and stuff. </div><br /><div>Evan is 16 months now. Wow. He acts like he's been walking forever, even though it's only been 2 months. He likes sticks and drums and wrestling and chase and most of all, being outside. He is so boyish! He says new words a lot, but doesn't repeat them for several days, sometimes weeks. It's weird. After months of me trying to teach him the sign for "more", I had given up. But today my mom showed it to him when we were eating lunch and he did it repeatedly! He's done it all day and even signed "more" when he wanted Steve to tickle him again. He's 26 lbs. He likes to unroll the toilet paper for me when I pee because he knows he can't touch it any other time. lol He points to almost all of his body parts when I ask him where they are. He does good eating with a fork, but still likes to use his hands. He LOVES songs. Fave shows are Play With Me Sesame, Handy Manny, Backyardigans. Fave foods are pizza, chips, sweet potato fries, mandarin oranges, and puffed snap peas. (Info for his baby book.)</div><div></div><br /><div>Steve is doing great at work. He's billing more than he ever has before and he's getting lots of new files from the partners. He's even had a few cases that came in specifically for him. I'm so proud of what he does. I couldn't be a lawyer for a day. I would never be able to sit and read and dictate and research and have all that conflict everyday! He has to deal with some barracudas sometimes. I love that he does his work with integrity, professionalism and the right attitude even when things aren't fair. I know it's not easy. </div><br /><div></div><div>I went to my first law dinner with him 2 weeks ago with NES. It was actually fun, great food and it was nice to meet some of the wives I haven't met. All of us associate wives have boys, mostly just a few months apart. Kinda cool. </div><br /><div></div><div>As for me, I'm enjoying my time with Evan. Some days more than others. hehe I love being home with him. We go to the gym, go on playdates, run errands, play at home, go to parks A LOT, play outside and are looking forward to spending lots of time at the pool this summer. I'm so blessed to be able to stay home with him. I try to never take it for granted, although I know I do sometimes. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>That's about it for now. :)</div></div></div><br /></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-52292683037033927212009-04-11T21:52:00.006-05:002009-04-11T21:58:43.098-05:00Pee-Pee Potty!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4wuKc8TGT9QPPEA4p_Q-G0xK3XOqYwjrk-6J8qd4Q4PTRGW828WNMair6gituLwGc9jNO0WA8GO-xpVuzjsAxhcLQafosVw8aSuWBMntVS23w9bq97ZSqGAgPNKJEUJccwPIb6yvQWzm/s1600-h/potty+(Copy).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323633809851786770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4wuKc8TGT9QPPEA4p_Q-G0xK3XOqYwjrk-6J8qd4Q4PTRGW828WNMair6gituLwGc9jNO0WA8GO-xpVuzjsAxhcLQafosVw8aSuWBMntVS23w9bq97ZSqGAgPNKJEUJccwPIb6yvQWzm/s200/potty+(Copy).jpg" border="0" /></a>Can I just tell you how shocked I am that Evan pee-peed on the potty today??!! He's had an ongoing fascination with the potty for a while, so I started sitting him on there two days ago. This morning, I sat him on there and voila! I'm sure it won't be this easy to do the full-on training, but it's a good start!<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Oh and we thought we'd multitask and brush our teeth at the same time. lol</div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-30674702816923828572009-03-27T15:58:00.012-05:002009-03-27T16:12:19.424-05:00Wilderness at the Smokies<div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44A4eBVDmFdrOwOZcHb2A39L6_ntbm-VnHvNAURZHfr577BL04mphRh5xwv2L_t0qn_7gXc5JZCC3hBw-3BOZgyXCFlujqRAW_-zlhGTfLPMKEw3JMke6ULfssxnj_siyvXTsZVO2CwHA/s1600-h/14Months+069+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977136243216434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44A4eBVDmFdrOwOZcHb2A39L6_ntbm-VnHvNAURZHfr577BL04mphRh5xwv2L_t0qn_7gXc5JZCC3hBw-3BOZgyXCFlujqRAW_-zlhGTfLPMKEw3JMke6ULfssxnj_siyvXTsZVO2CwHA/s200/14Months+069+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">All the gang with sleepy Ev </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvks6_aLV7Jcfy-6jVjbmOpiVKzcNq8XkFNfElxKX3V4RhNKajkY8yN2a49aEunNmwKiy2zcwHlIloEr5nd-npmIY6nfxis8JR3NtbO84usMEggCLQCyNmXnkoX997KUtGvv4kpcBABAv/s1600-h/14Months+066+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977127697716578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvks6_aLV7Jcfy-6jVjbmOpiVKzcNq8XkFNfElxKX3V4RhNKajkY8yN2a49aEunNmwKiy2zcwHlIloEr5nd-npmIY6nfxis8JR3NtbO84usMEggCLQCyNmXnkoX997KUtGvv4kpcBABAv/s200/14Months+066+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sweet face<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zQC_fh6CHZniRTf1pAog4pWIYciGEUHW6iuAcR4iKesWhNV-zHXF6AD4AUi4CZk6eqJZ5p8zFOTQB665LenpEVlcG56QIpOa7S5WDMtdvmEiGuQNy4vJm7yTR-TinnVpM7e8Uu1hA3Uz/s1600-h/14Months+062+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977124113962402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zQC_fh6CHZniRTf1pAog4pWIYciGEUHW6iuAcR4iKesWhNV-zHXF6AD4AUi4CZk6eqJZ5p8zFOTQB665LenpEVlcG56QIpOa7S5WDMtdvmEiGuQNy4vJm7yTR-TinnVpM7e8Uu1hA3Uz/s200/14Months+062+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kiddie pool<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KRn3fP1WY252B4j70bQSiBXZOxYSBYbCcTCSWIoReU4I9yRBDYSPQi9T6_hGcowJG-nrdFv4KKve7FtSxB0j82IdMYq4N-vw3kFjEdyeftzedtb9b03MYk6Ryu34gMV5YWe7DTBYwLTR/s1600-h/14Months+052+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317976618313302162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KRn3fP1WY252B4j70bQSiBXZOxYSBYbCcTCSWIoReU4I9yRBDYSPQi9T6_hGcowJG-nrdFv4KKve7FtSxB0j82IdMYq4N-vw3kFjEdyeftzedtb9b03MYk6Ryu34gMV5YWe7DTBYwLTR/s200/14Months+052+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> See-saw in the kiddie pool<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdEOuC3s8N25ll9P0YHFcui2WAHUhp_7aWrKcKff0sBKoPE7X-THNQqRQwfKsC4ZbU57OQhad9N_cjS5V-sLXfXIvhX-cguyEbJaYVavnyxLZEyPSXK78occ5aOsA6zMDiY8Wpt9tKQ0s/s1600-h/14Months+060+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317976414465522578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWdEOuC3s8N25ll9P0YHFcui2WAHUhp_7aWrKcKff0sBKoPE7X-THNQqRQwfKsC4ZbU57OQhad9N_cjS5V-sLXfXIvhX-cguyEbJaYVavnyxLZEyPSXK78occ5aOsA6zMDiY8Wpt9tKQ0s/s200/14Months+060+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chillin</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3MrIX6gJkktP8bAhxHPLM7gS6QtpWm8gJ19_d9LA_3HU9Ld8VRvj6zDFkyfHK3LVrCuAUbPoqy38a0Ab3BPUMJWNbRbptAdXWobvGCZxK16JAbMhVUpy3q1ZbNHyaEAmKud5q0g-M32R/s1600-h/14Months+082+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317976408318007906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3MrIX6gJkktP8bAhxHPLM7gS6QtpWm8gJ19_d9LA_3HU9Ld8VRvj6zDFkyfHK3LVrCuAUbPoqy38a0Ab3BPUMJWNbRbptAdXWobvGCZxK16JAbMhVUpy3q1ZbNHyaEAmKud5q0g-M32R/s200/14Months+082+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hey this brush fits up my nose perfect</div><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt9aAg7cD-Satqlq_Ug7g7G_m50Rh12ZxugLtrQrQUoSrIRmfHtRa-uvV9KPlHpZK6hzpUN-nwsTRH9B4BYqYnAsicf7NsXOqLcyJJeC0QmpGy2QD7JvTbE8LT-zemkb-gTZ-GctghAjz/s1600-h/14Months+085+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317976410062193330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt9aAg7cD-Satqlq_Ug7g7G_m50Rh12ZxugLtrQrQUoSrIRmfHtRa-uvV9KPlHpZK6hzpUN-nwsTRH9B4BYqYnAsicf7NsXOqLcyJJeC0QmpGy2QD7JvTbE8LT-zemkb-gTZ-GctghAjz/s200/14Months+085+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sleeping on Momaw<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZqIis5UIp_ZsjRKf2JmTaCz9Rxn-Acojfh9BRrDhXXGP4DE_PkcVOh4oBaD0pU6z0zQlQqQL-my-s55IhkRcALqrHqr2AnIumNvN5uoBLsfvdeBiuv6v54P9Akh4esZEHTZzSlQ4kta-/s1600-h/14Months+045+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317976407279672034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZqIis5UIp_ZsjRKf2JmTaCz9Rxn-Acojfh9BRrDhXXGP4DE_PkcVOh4oBaD0pU6z0zQlQqQL-my-s55IhkRcALqrHqr2AnIumNvN5uoBLsfvdeBiuv6v54P9Akh4esZEHTZzSlQ4kta-/s200/14Months+045+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> Swinging in the kiddie pool<br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977141385939474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikVYFnS4TgvWKn-Yht2h8Z4lOa7l0-HmYw-2SAU_nV0WDlNg54chfMLVhy9pIa8VuSH5DhrgA0H3r48Unl2OQt8ebwPnzIWfg0mYmRpkbldlMtxDVxY1SzKzdS2IrIalHnuVk6OgCl2dr/s200/14Months+080+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" />We made it alive out of the storm chaser!</div><div></div><div><br /><div>For spring break, my grandparents took Briana, Macey, Mom, Ev and me to the Wilderness at the Smokies in Sevierville. It was F-U-N!! It's an indoor waterpark that is truly amazing. Heated pools, huge slides, 2 big kiddie pool areas and best of all a hot pool, not a hot tub, but a hot pool! We will definitely be going back here and we're bringing daddy next time! It's an absolute perfect place to bring kids of any age...from 6 months up! Check it out: <a href="http://www.wildernessatthesmokies.com/">http://www.wildernessatthesmokies.com/</a></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-71469814314273882772009-03-27T15:28:00.011-05:002009-03-27T15:58:07.776-05:0014 Months...he walks!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317974258661481282" 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/AVvXsEjsCaf3icwdc3yzwT4gAZmS7Tua3MyJcbBGsHXsti4UqYwXlaUcByQIHrE1OtmkAntCC5pv9_bZiB8aLzVYW0UeWIDbLLxfHTCpmvUdImJ72fTjPKSybBm2dXOvusWX4wILwGbDE6FEakNW/s320/14Months+026+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmH3pNRJH1vGyklZHQtLHbOCLzd0XfX1fZ1clRnVwRrWQqNaucQLJ0E2BKiXq8_ourW3Qu-v7hpV3gyv8eH-mqPFZ3WLfL9kfvL0enT_43XijgRLhQeVm1641ehW50asCu4i-tWRfsnKJ/s1600-h/14Months+038+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317974262116925330" 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/AVvXsEhjmH3pNRJH1vGyklZHQtLHbOCLzd0XfX1fZ1clRnVwRrWQqNaucQLJ0E2BKiXq8_ourW3Qu-v7hpV3gyv8eH-mqPFZ3WLfL9kfvL0enT_43XijgRLhQeVm1641ehW50asCu4i-tWRfsnKJ/s320/14Months+038+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>By far the biggest milestone came this month...Ev started walking! To daddy of course! He waddled over to Steve with 5 or 6 steps (March 17). He's still very new at it, but he gets from place to place nonetheless. I think it's so cool that I started walking at 14 months too. His first word other than "mama" and "dada" was "this". lol Hilarious first word if you ask me. He says it when he points to something and wants it. I realize that I overuse the word "this" when talking to him. "Do you want this? This one? Come get this. More of this?" It's super cute when he says "dis!" because he says it all the time. And just this week I've heard him say "bite", "juice" and "drink". He understands almost everything that I say to him. He knows what things are even if he can't say the words. I hear that that's what's most important at this age, so I'm pleased. </div><br /><div></div><div>He has 4 top teeth and 2 bottom teeth. He has huge feet for his age (5.5!) and is still on the tall side. He's continuing to rock his faux-mo haircut, although it's grown in a lot since I buzzed it. </div><br /><div></div><div>He's also practicing throwing fits...yay for me. Oh and hitting people when he's not happy with them. My mom even almost had to pop his leg! And that's a shocker because she's a softie. So now I get to learn how to train him that it's not okay to hit people (including me) or throw tantrums. Parenting is so fun. :) j/k It really is hard at times. Now I see what people really mean when they say parenting doesn't come with an instruction book. It's hard to know what to do when you've never done this before. But as my friend April told me, you just pray! I love to think that I can read books and they'll give me all the answers, but only God knows Evan better than me and only He has all the answers.</div><br /><div></div><div>Ev's really a good kid, despite the aforementioned things. hehe He has such a calm demeanor and is sweet and loving. Mom's nicknamed him "love sponge" because at any time he'll sit on your lap and let you hug and kiss on him. There's no such thing as too much attention to him! I already worry about whenever he has a brother or sister. I was holding my nephew Josh (6 months) the other day and Evan kept trying to hit him! He's a jealous little sucker! Guess that's normal though. He loves to give big open mouth kisses and his favorite game is wrestling on the floor with Daddy. Steve lays on the living room floor with him every night before bed and they play. Usually Steve has his shirt off. Evan discovered Daddy's nipples and belly button and is obsessed with them. He constantly tries to grab them or flick them off. LOL All three of us crack up every time. </div><div></div><br /><div>Even though it's still present, we're getting through the separation anxiety. Actually I think I'm just getting less emotional about it, which is good. He still puts on a pathetic show when I drop him off, but I know that the people I leave him with are taking great care of him and I think that's finally getting through my brain.</div><br /><div></div><div>Steve and I were talking last night about how we are living our futures right now. All of our twenties we were waiting for where we are right now...married and watching our children grow. This is such a great time in our lives. It was a long time coming, but not only was it worth it, it was meant to be. We agree that it was probably a very good thing that we had to wait for God to put us together when He did. We're about to put our house on the market and look for a home to raise our family in. Exciting times. </div></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-14184851699755093622009-03-27T12:58:00.003-05:002009-03-27T13:08:14.820-05:00Goodbye Mr. Kirby :(Our neighbor Mr. Kirby died today. He was around 95 years old. Such a sweet, sweet old man. I first met him when I was outside painting our porch and he yelled over, "Come over and visit me sometime. I'm here all by myself. I get lonely. You can bring that baby with you. I like babies." So I got Evan and went over and visited with him a while. I visited him every now and then. He's a talker and it was always hard for me to tell him I needed to get back home, so my visits were less frequent. I'm upset with myself about that now. <br /><br />Mr. Kirby always loaned Steve tools. In fact, I think we have his blower right now. He was always one to give us advice about our house and tell us stories about his life. He was such an interesting man to talk to. He had such a sweet nature. He'd see Evan and say, "I wish I could hold that baby but I'm afraid I'd drop him." I plopped Evan on his lap one day. I'm so glad I did. Evan loves his dog, Minnie. Minnie's really gonna miss him.<br /><br />Today I got home and lots of people were outside around his house. I knew. I went over and his grandson told me he had passed 30 minutes ago. What I'm most upset about is that I planned on going over to see Mr. Kirby this weekend. Steve told me he wasn't doing good. I've been on vacation this week and told myself I was going to go see him as soon as I got back. Too late. I'm so sad that I didn't even get to ask him if he knew Jesus. I'll live with that regret forever. :( <br /><br />I hope Mr. Kirby is in heaven with his beloved wife. He missed her so, so much. <br /><br />I'm sorry, Mr. Kirby, that I didn't get to say goodbye. You know I admired you and I was your friend. Please forgive me for not visiting you more. You'll be missed by all of us.bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-68782529165988667552009-02-17T21:04:00.005-06:002009-02-17T21:21:50.545-06:0012-13 Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAD1u8FowdKD5OFCZvV5pAvzYUD4zDX3WrJGenefe4SJb8PD71Ohknyh7gPY0vOPDUp27bzmK_CP2Btk7uI4-fa77pe8uHdna4TkeDxgSJnfmCzsF0K4zDJj-rTXaoep3486Msea2ogPPK/s1600-h/13Months+025+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303972184048931250" 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/AVvXsEjAD1u8FowdKD5OFCZvV5pAvzYUD4zDX3WrJGenefe4SJb8PD71Ohknyh7gPY0vOPDUp27bzmK_CP2Btk7uI4-fa77pe8uHdna4TkeDxgSJnfmCzsF0K4zDJj-rTXaoep3486Msea2ogPPK/s320/13Months+025+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ugh, I've become such a lazy blogger. I don't have time for this any more since watching the twins. BUT today was my last day so hopefully I'll have more time now. Nah, I'll probably just be running all over the place again like before I started watching them!</div><br /><div></div><div>Evster is 13 months old and I can't believe it. He's TOTALLY a toddler now...no baby in sight. Dude started walking with his push toy, waving bye bye, eating with a spoon (or learning to), got his "big boy" haircut, is very quick to show us when he's displeased with something, wants to laugh and play ALL the time, and loves playing chase (even though he can't walk yet). He gets a thrill out of rolling around on our bed. He thinks it's awesome to fall backward and forward and it not hurt. Although he's almost fell off a few times and I've suffered a few heart attacks because of it. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Despite us continually be social, he has big time separation anxiety. It sucks. He loses it when I drop him off anywhere. My heart races and then crashes into the floor. I hate it. My friend Jill came over today and her son doesn't have it at all and he stays home with her ALL the time. I'm convinced it's not an environmental trait, else Evan wouldn't be bothered by this. I started letting him stay the night with my mom on a regular basis since he was 4 weeks old! He's stayed with my aunt, sister and Steve's mom too. Several friends babysit him, he goes to the nursery at church and at the Y, AND we're part of a Mama's group. So he gets plenty of socialization, def not sheltered. Ugh, pray for me, else I'm gonna become a hermit. j/k ;)</div><div></div><br /><div>He's 90% on height, 50% on weight. I'm happy he's tall...for now at least. He has huge feet (size 5.5!). I love that he loves to lay his head on my shoulder and give me looooooooong hugs. Gosh I hope that never changes, but I'm sure I won't get my way on that one. He has 2 bottom teeth and 3 top teeth...working on a 4th. Wish that sucker would hurry and come in!</div><br /><div></div><div>I'm looking forward to spring and summer with this little guy. I have all my free time back and look forward to getting out of the house LOTS...meetups with Mama's group, swimming lessons, park dates, swimming at Grammy's, meeting friends for lunch, shopping with Nana, play dates with all his little friends...ahh summer's gonna be awesome!</div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-43632245278698905582009-02-02T14:07:00.003-06:002009-02-02T14:13:41.811-06:00For BodeDear Bode,<br />Right now you're minutes away from coming into the world. What an exciting day! I know your mommy is thrilled after all these long months. You're one lucky little boy to have the two fabulous parents that you have. Your years ahead are going to be filled with love and lots of fun! Evan, Steve and I are SO excited to meet you!<br /><br />Happy Birthday Bode!! We love you even though we haven't met you yet. <br /><br />Auntie Beth, Uncle Steve and Cousin Evan :)bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-39033730508624466392009-01-30T16:52:00.000-06:002009-01-30T16:52:40.983-06:00Evan's First Birthday<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxo-6tmTUP3dHTDFGuOl93GXhvEb00f4_Avrn6xOSqdS8DbwZJSlELrXnSzr94Zsi88GB09GV7dTvK5y4G-fQq1ySYEp4Se3SPwhmVQwPfuQ9zikvtM18xAwdn0Pw4W2iwmM6qHWW7mljg/s1600-h/1fav_IMG_5927.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxo-6tmTUP3dHTDFGuOl93GXhvEb00f4_Avrn6xOSqdS8DbwZJSlELrXnSzr94Zsi88GB09GV7dTvK5y4G-fQq1ySYEp4Se3SPwhmVQwPfuQ9zikvtM18xAwdn0Pw4W2iwmM6qHWW7mljg/s320/1fav_IMG_5927.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Besides my obvious disappointment about the photographer, Evan's First Birthday was a blast. I'd say there were around 20 kids there and lots of friends and family. Thank you to everyone that helped us celebrate his big day! <br /><br />Here's the photos:<br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bethology777/EvanSFirstBirthday?authkey=qReUZKfWf0Y">http://picasaweb.google.com/bethology777/EvanSFirstBirthday?authkey=qReUZKfWf0Y</a>#<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-32012561211660170032009-01-30T11:16:00.002-06:002009-01-30T11:17:58.560-06:00What's wrong with this pic?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLX47YpRXhGs0JVpL8akKz9C0TuyCviKrjWZhkdvKV0e9xnn4SCXkxQQr-UCIrZqtszJXr-d-OfgF4_9jhZrJpYXzEM3I4H7X4d6ry8mPu_hL4Qggk1SWI-k-V45biMl9EbeBhtM8L3u3-/s1600-h/IMG_5802.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLX47YpRXhGs0JVpL8akKz9C0TuyCviKrjWZhkdvKV0e9xnn4SCXkxQQr-UCIrZqtszJXr-d-OfgF4_9jhZrJpYXzEM3I4H7X4d6ry8mPu_hL4Qggk1SWI-k-V45biMl9EbeBhtM8L3u3-/s320/IMG_5802.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uh, perhaps the fact that the birthday boy isn't in it!! This is where he's blowing out his candles. Hey professional photographer, can you say FIRED???!!!!bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090466081352492504.post-91117250560695247752009-01-30T10:30:00.008-06:002009-01-30T11:06:15.164-06:00Circus Circus!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ah-VUJ31PV7CvT-q8_pPFC16Wl7dBx3RwXn_ineoCpVEKZTiKQ70UT2O3IGpuGihVwdBsVXAJfA9KlsCRU0Y5op6NE6AQ2hHkt3D2YowPY6PVaaceNmeUNVP2eNVzIZmYciMilsezFj9/s1600-h/12Months+035+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134108193138690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ah-VUJ31PV7CvT-q8_pPFC16Wl7dBx3RwXn_ineoCpVEKZTiKQ70UT2O3IGpuGihVwdBsVXAJfA9KlsCRU0Y5op6NE6AQ2hHkt3D2YowPY6PVaaceNmeUNVP2eNVzIZmYciMilsezFj9/s200/12Months+035+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297129775116432866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6YpGRKWRuj3Sh4Zsm9fBs_g61xFcJSJpEBJ9DybcMlG16XxY-4jpghX-_Y6yMYE_N9M854EwjQ5X8HQeVaHh8CiebFI5xDaInaJSVo0GhlxAGM5lRaiE9bN5h9zGBKwNqo_tMSwDdfRVJ/s200/12Months+011+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXsU2zOmFNlOKE13li9T_8g9Cybk74QdOFDg2Z6afN0crmjGyeVadi1EHbo9fKOLfwtjgneea2OMWTZ6rwRLgz9REsfxPJdbpgli_7_jiIsXsvxTOLYU5LCO2k9guXJE6syr7eM_omMYt/s1600-h/12Months+026+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297129779580611378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXsU2zOmFNlOKE13li9T_8g9Cybk74QdOFDg2Z6afN0crmjGyeVadi1EHbo9fKOLfwtjgneea2OMWTZ6rwRLgz9REsfxPJdbpgli_7_jiIsXsvxTOLYU5LCO2k9guXJE6syr7eM_omMYt/s200/12Months+026+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCky18_K6IZbvBvva2wxHVmHp7xqBYrmEOU_pZIhPaXIBAplvlYZ32EQXaJMXmROVpemBI9UGwyBhVpX6FaMgANi3dYXK_sQH7vmymxkR6wIOjRMsDw-ImgMlM-Cb7WV1Z9C_-mCQ75Fdo/s1600-h/12Months+028+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297129779219898370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCky18_K6IZbvBvva2wxHVmHp7xqBYrmEOU_pZIhPaXIBAplvlYZ32EQXaJMXmROVpemBI9UGwyBhVpX6FaMgANi3dYXK_sQH7vmymxkR6wIOjRMsDw-ImgMlM-Cb7WV1Z9C_-mCQ75Fdo/s200/12Months+028+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg57nuVxDgE4b3-HY96rbs9d0VXeHQQBxu0yoBAHGl0qTKmyg5ytzW8tJ2SpK2NIe5gQJtC8qi4B-zKDepfZfdKmzgDNQUPvo-ykhqmsTJiTxErTRIS8c-_tXh37hEPuTTBg7UhjGslPz/s1600-h/12Months+017+%5B50%25%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297129779141996642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg57nuVxDgE4b3-HY96rbs9d0VXeHQQBxu0yoBAHGl0qTKmyg5ytzW8tJ2SpK2NIe5gQJtC8qi4B-zKDepfZfdKmzgDNQUPvo-ykhqmsTJiTxErTRIS8c-_tXh37hEPuTTBg7UhjGslPz/s200/12Months+017+%5B50%25%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>bethologyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12248608373770326073noreply@blogger.com0