tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80636628828847469922024-02-07T01:32:58.081-08:003's CompanyWhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-71876067763931726872010-03-24T19:33:00.000-07:002010-03-24T19:42:34.145-07:00Cops wife with a lack of graceI dramatically sat my husband down about 1 year ago and told him... "If something happens on the job i don't want one of your captains that i don't know to be the one to break it to me." I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">proceeded</span> to tell him i would prefer one person, the one i had known the longest that was in our wedding. That way when he came in my crazy, messy, chaotic house he would not be thinking about CPS he would know that that;'s how i roll and have some emotional connection with me.<br />Tonight the door bell rings... I thought it was Jay because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kendi</span> was screaming daddy. So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">karly's</span> starts crawling to the door, and Aidan is racing me to the door... when i realize that it is the "one man". My heart sunk... I almost felt faint. i dropped the bag of frozen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">french fries</span>. I knew what his being at the door during <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">j's</span> shift without j meant! I flung the door open, pushed kids out of the way with my foot and shut it behind me. i practically screamed in his face "WHAT HAPPENED!?!" He looked at me extremely puzzled. I am realizing he doesn't have that "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> so sorry" look on his face... "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Uhh</span> there was a 911 hang up with kids playing in the background, i know your pregnancies don't go well, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> i just thought i would check on you" All this time he has this look of "should i call your husband and have him come home, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuz</span> lady you are crazy"<br />I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">texted</span> him later and told him WHY i freaked out... he was sweet about it... I realized i am one cops wife who has a serious lack of grace!WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-71900847175039067492010-02-24T20:39:00.000-08:002010-02-24T21:01:04.806-08:00PANIC & chickensIt starts with a flopping feeling in my chest... like my heart has turned into a medium sized trout that is flopping around on the ground desperately gasping for air. Then i start to feel like there is someone bear hugging the air out of my lungs. This is followed by dizziness and weakness... I've had panic attacks all my life. I was told by a Dr. that panic and anxiety disorders go hand in hand with ADD. I told myself all though Karly's pregnancy... just one more year then i can take some medication to help me deal with this anxiety. BUT i got myself knocked up just two weeks shy of medication freedom! The panic attacks started coming more frequently. Its not uncommon to have one before i even get out of bed. In high school they didn't have as bad of heart symptoms but there was ALWAYS massive amounts of tears... So i am thankful for, at least, being able to hide their presence!<br />Through this all I am taking on my fourth child and a little boy who needs some serious TLC. I am also taking on something i swore i would never do... I'm going to be a homeschooling mom! FYI... i am one of those mom's who is thankful for summer break to be over! Not because i want him to leave, but just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> him and his sister fight.. and there's the "mom I'm bored"... Oh LORD!<br />Lately i wake up,i panic, i pray... "Lord confirm this. How can you ask this of me? How can i, the woman who can't keep toys picked up and the laundry done, be in charge of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">childs</span> education? I WILL FAIL! What if i screw his life up more than i already have... Confirm this one more time... Daddy please" .......... and He does... every day! Today he confirmed it with chickens... MY first lesson plan. Chickens.... Their eggs, what came first, God creating them, what happens if you put an egg in vinegar, how similar an egg membrane is to a cell membrane, osmosis, and lastly baby chickens... I wanted the finally to be an incubator and live baby chicks... Looked into it... would cost us around $200.. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">NOTGONNAHAPPEN</span>... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> want something else to take care of that bad! So at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">awanas</span> Aidan leader was passing out organic eggs... I asked her about them... She's calling me this week with an incubator to borrow for free and 6 fertile eggs.... He confirmed it with chickens, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">encouragement</span>!WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-69385728261432460442010-02-20T09:22:00.000-08:002010-02-20T09:56:41.310-08:00Changes....<div>Karly: has learned to crawl like a big girl (finally). She no longer does the one are army crawl! She has discovered she can pull up on EVERYTHING, she also took her first step (on accident) last week! She is getting so big. Jay and i swear she grows <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> she sleeps. She has adding woofing (like a dog) to her growling... Nice! We are weaning her off of her formula and on to goats milk in hopes that that will help with our chronic constipation : ( <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">She</span> got a big girl car seat and no longer rides in her baby seat : ( she is getting so big... She loves facing forward. She is officially 11 months old today.... and again : (! She has very little hair and two teeth!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kendra: Is still a spit fire! We are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">learning</span> she doesn't follow directions as well as other three year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> so we are going to start requiring more out of her. I think her dad and i have had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> many battles with her that was just not something high on the priority list. She has <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">successfully</span> potty trained <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">WHOOO</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">HOO</span>!!!!! Only took one year from the first time we tried! She took a couple ballet classes, but then we thought it best to wait <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">alittle</span> longer, she doesn't have the sitting still and listening skills down to well yet! We are going to look for some other outlet for her! She has crazy hair and is constantly going! She is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">SOOO</span> funny!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Aidan: has had the most changes this month! In first grade he was diagnosed with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADHD</span>. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">dr</span> said it was a severe cast and threw pills at us. Jay & I being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">naive</span> took them and said thank you. Hind sight... I tell ya... can make a parent crazy with guilt! I have ADD as well a pretty bad case, so i guess we just thought that this diagnosis was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unarguable</span>, when in reality he may just be a little boy, or have a very mild case! We should have researched it and seen that there is a multitude of other options besides heavy duty class three drugs (basically speed). We began giving him his "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span>" and there was an improvement but over the year and a half we managed to go from 5 mg to 20 mg... 20mg is what i take.... At that point he had every single side effect except one! He went from my little boy to a zombie kid that looked like my little boy but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span>' act like him. When even at 20mg he was still not succeeding in school we got our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wake up</span> call. Through MUCH talking, praying, and researching, we are taking him off his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> completely! But now we know that he won't pass second grade if he is off his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> (not to mention the massive layoffs this year will mean a HUGE class size next year) So through research i am thankful to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">announce</span> that i will be homeschooling him. I am thankful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> i can! In this economy its a miracle that i get to be a stay at home mom at all! Next week will be his last week! I will update more later!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Me: at first i was terrified to consider homeschooling... how could someone who also has ADD teach someone else? But the reality is "who better" I know the coping skills he needs to learn, i also know how to let go of things that are less important (my house) in order to focus on things that are (my kids). I also know (although so so hard to do) not to compare myself to other people and wonder why Jessica can have a perfect clean white house and i can't even keep my laundry done or my house picked up! I'm now more excited <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">about</span> it all. This is going to be fun! What an awesome job to get to be the one to turn the light bulb on over his head! To help him explore and learn through touching and experiment rather than sitting and listening! But oh man... GOD HELP ME PLEASE! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jay: Has had some exciting undercover stuff in his work... He truly lights up at doing stuff out of the ordinary! His new job offers more freedom! Its really exciting to watch! He is supporting all our changes although is also worried that i will need to be sent to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loony</span> bin! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>New Baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Whitsell</span>! </div><br /><div>We have made it to 11 weeks... wow <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> all... i look like i am at least 4 months... i guess <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what happens when you are on your 9<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> pregnancy... You body is like "I know how to do this... Out with the gut!" at 11 weeks he or she has fingers and toes... teeny tiny ones! Baby W weighs about 1/2 an ounce and is the size of a large lime (2.5 inches from booty to head) It moves and has hiccups.. (although i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span>' feel anything yet) My due date is Sept 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> 2010. ALTHOUGH all three of my kids have been born at 28 weeks. Aidan 28 weeks 1 day. Kendra 28 weeks 5 days. Karly 28 weeks 6 days. So that make Baby W's estimated <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delivery</span> date to be sometime around the 25<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of August! </div><div></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6vtcGShMBj3RYyIvlJ-ctvnhqW-KkKnzMGayK-BYDkXN-hDWkUAQOo52VKRahe-KNX3Rp9DE45bPrY0Mj-H1LPzvTlhN0F_9HjanLIfE0nMR2F2ZKNoW5_jQIGnpoTEa6Uwg0zOpwkmz/s1600-h/week11-fetus.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440384906201790962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6vtcGShMBj3RYyIvlJ-ctvnhqW-KkKnzMGayK-BYDkXN-hDWkUAQOo52VKRahe-KNX3Rp9DE45bPrY0Mj-H1LPzvTlhN0F_9HjanLIfE0nMR2F2ZKNoW5_jQIGnpoTEa6Uwg0zOpwkmz/s400/week11-fetus.jpg" /></a>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-39191771924845789422010-02-17T08:48:00.000-08:002010-02-17T14:59:09.574-08:00Busy bee!Today i woke up at 6:23am to realize my alarm clock is broke... super! jumped outta bed yelled to aidan to get up... made him oatmeal and me something to soothe the upset stomach... Yep gingerale for breakfast... cleaned out his back pack... Oh no there is no clean uniforms... What to do... Check the iron pile.. Sweet... There's one of every piece in there... no time to iron. Stick them in the dryer with a wet blanket and pray- back to nag him to eat his oatmeal faster- give him his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span>- finish cleaning out his back pack... a report "Aidan when is this due?" "I dunno" ... Write note to teacher... Make him lunch... "Mom i don't want peanut butter" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>.. peanut butter stuff back in pantry pull out ham and cheese stuff... wake jay... finish sandwich... Babies crying... why? "KENDRA WHY IS KARLY CRYING" Kendra: "I didn't do it" ! Pick up Karly... Give her a bran muffin in hopes she will poo today...Give Kendra a bran muffin hope she doesn't poo too much today. Make her a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">sippy</span> of juice... Jay needs under ware... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Uhhhh</span>... I look and my laundry pile seriously considering giving him a dirty pair and telling him they are clean... I find an actual clean pair... (i promise) pull Aidan's uniform out of dryer... good enough...Aidan and jay off to school... Dishes... clean up Karly... Karly unloading the plastic Tupperware drawer while i unload the dishwasher... Stick my hand in the sink and cut it on a knife i didn't know was there... Kendra yelling about something in the bathroom... She overflowed the toilet... Run back to grab Karly and put her in the play room... She cries... Clean bathroom... Plunge toilets... Disinfect bathroom, self and Kendra... Talk to Kendra about the appropriate amount of toilet paper... Dog is barking outside... Karly is barking back.. walk in and they are both licking the slider door (different sides) Stop to laugh... No clean bottles must finish the dishes... Load dishwasher get it started... Go throw in a load of undies... need to straighten hair... On to look for a tutu... get distracted by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span>... Back to look for a tutu... Remind Kendra what first position is... Ask her to show me... Remind her to listen to her teacher... sip of ginger ale... feeling quite ill... Think about the rest of the day.. go to make a list and end up at this blog... WOW... It was only 8:45am when i started writing this. The rest of the day will be the same... I have ballet at 10:30- A play date at 12- pick up Aidan at 2:30- Homework and dinner - <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Awanas</span> at 6:15pm pick him up at 8pm.. Shower and bath-hopefully everyone tucked in by 9pm. I will look back at this blog someday and wonder how i did it... OR wish i had it that good again being that i am pregnant with our fourth!WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-42570418080434286992010-02-04T19:34:00.000-08:002010-02-04T20:07:05.449-08:00updates!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfEVhvQmYPmq3ctKNl-QeimhV0ZiIBWiu7s9I8xiHobrKkkIWi2zbtDyO-660xFrVkpl3fZSqCO1A_jGgkRc9tZEg4UrRNc7kywMLEOKUwIjRCYwgZAokn3AF4Grht1CP4dDKR06_8fri/s1600-h/IMG_7597.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434605141258215570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfEVhvQmYPmq3ctKNl-QeimhV0ZiIBWiu7s9I8xiHobrKkkIWi2zbtDyO-660xFrVkpl3fZSqCO1A_jGgkRc9tZEg4UrRNc7kywMLEOKUwIjRCYwgZAokn3AF4Grht1CP4dDKR06_8fri/s400/IMG_7597.JPG" /></a> Karly Scooting with kix stuck to her butt!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxr6DH7Cg3C5oyu43WK1iVsk50MmoRTg3eYQbXUT7pt3ojKlrUSXe83NXNZpg5tvHAR8kSV7jRAbzyV8z1fFa5B1xppS69hZrENvpJqoDdLCgrbGsy7D_ftVEhr1NDvFlYhGL5_eLocZx/s1600-h/IMG_7594.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434605130156742370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxr6DH7Cg3C5oyu43WK1iVsk50MmoRTg3eYQbXUT7pt3ojKlrUSXe83NXNZpg5tvHAR8kSV7jRAbzyV8z1fFa5B1xppS69hZrENvpJqoDdLCgrbGsy7D_ftVEhr1NDvFlYhGL5_eLocZx/s400/IMG_7594.JPG" /></a> our awesome gate... and karly's Cracks!<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBgsZu-HZpdG4uIkr_9J87Wz1hiCeIfM6ay4nI4sNwamhWTAlrDa_XeyxAKtANPnOqQ8Ck6EABDMcVvhexGEKYjb-Xro63YTS1xLRq0Kpmx739BvecugpRrWP5YU0PmVjZZXBQuELsxWa/s1600-h/IMG_7566.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604097157615042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBgsZu-HZpdG4uIkr_9J87Wz1hiCeIfM6ay4nI4sNwamhWTAlrDa_XeyxAKtANPnOqQ8Ck6EABDMcVvhexGEKYjb-Xro63YTS1xLRq0Kpmx739BvecugpRrWP5YU0PmVjZZXBQuELsxWa/s400/IMG_7566.JPG" /></a> Happy 8th Birthday sweet boy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cengB4l_guqHzG59PTqMn2I8KY1MYjhKxBPRJKggQwFJlHx1x0ImL0wxfv655BvCOKQYGwHD9yetTh2CjczMZHZASqEtOI6-0IsHIlh_aY5KPXfaH2dannnHS5_9P2Dr6RcYpDkXo3uB/s1600-h/IMG_7573.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434605121371890578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cengB4l_guqHzG59PTqMn2I8KY1MYjhKxBPRJKggQwFJlHx1x0ImL0wxfv655BvCOKQYGwHD9yetTh2CjczMZHZASqEtOI6-0IsHIlh_aY5KPXfaH2dannnHS5_9P2Dr6RcYpDkXo3uB/s400/IMG_7573.JPG" /></a>CAKE and no teeth<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5gdbTgfufwLrcSSEgr5QZ8SsgR4F5oX_lc1mYwIC0dOSzDlp6vK2bhRfUr3QFmvI8Ruwl8JkeaQQTAM6eYXdKChI-kR-NTInhhvrUlv1VbUpHsAgCdrbnsApKJAxm5lGzO8EBRj4_bon/s1600-h/IMG_7551.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604087961241282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5gdbTgfufwLrcSSEgr5QZ8SsgR4F5oX_lc1mYwIC0dOSzDlp6vK2bhRfUr3QFmvI8Ruwl8JkeaQQTAM6eYXdKChI-kR-NTInhhvrUlv1VbUpHsAgCdrbnsApKJAxm5lGzO8EBRj4_bon/s400/IMG_7551.JPG" /></a> Aidan's Class singing happy birthday!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzRlfWDMq5PC4c6b0IqTw9-CeWi7reyvx39X-SOT05zePVrzz2FDTxHBPEPnrhxLQ5eumKkLkLcez41xI7pa_UbJa0uNwReAuirtL2rs1-l3yhSWUpj5dY1y3SpfxFR90dVpPp1ADgF5t/s1600-h/IMG_7534.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604077617208626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzRlfWDMq5PC4c6b0IqTw9-CeWi7reyvx39X-SOT05zePVrzz2FDTxHBPEPnrhxLQ5eumKkLkLcez41xI7pa_UbJa0uNwReAuirtL2rs1-l3yhSWUpj5dY1y3SpfxFR90dVpPp1ADgF5t/s400/IMG_7534.JPG" /></a> Diggin an RC track in the back yard<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2c_5aFw7Z46551bgGkN4lLkOgDFsAd7vSv-s4S1zIDmV0O7zCUmu6wejEkPCsym-zVKUnX7TCxtYDm6VXEZRNJFDdKi_H7NebyCKgC0TvEjfGqcVex8D46G7xNM4UefFohTQ1iIOD74s8/s1600-h/IMG_7529.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604068330248242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2c_5aFw7Z46551bgGkN4lLkOgDFsAd7vSv-s4S1zIDmV0O7zCUmu6wejEkPCsym-zVKUnX7TCxtYDm6VXEZRNJFDdKi_H7NebyCKgC0TvEjfGqcVex8D46G7xNM4UefFohTQ1iIOD74s8/s400/IMG_7529.JPG" /></a> hallelujah<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYuXLh1Fi72dDddRgAbmk6Y7LcSwolallNNsAyJM2qwMmO8kIO6mJO1ET_WmHYiA_z94NQX35s9bvMGsE0Ystnsj4JfHwgs7gqRjRKOWXsF5v07N0XpPNfaZeMcJc5RfBOCb4eB3CPawY/s1600-h/IMG_7522.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434604061059589106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYuXLh1Fi72dDddRgAbmk6Y7LcSwolallNNsAyJM2qwMmO8kIO6mJO1ET_WmHYiA_z94NQX35s9bvMGsE0Ystnsj4JfHwgs7gqRjRKOWXsF5v07N0XpPNfaZeMcJc5RfBOCb4eB3CPawY/s400/IMG_7522.JPG" /></a> Kendra stuck a key in her ngiht light! It melted the key to her light... She's lucky to be alive!<br /><br /><br />So i had this grand idea to blog more often so i could save it as a way for the kids to look back into our everyday life... well since i haven't blogged since the beginning of December... We'll just aim at gettin in one a week!<br />Since then</div><div><br />~ We had Christmas, it was a little tight this year money wise but we still got to have fun. I hopeing do a good job of instilling in the kids the true reason for the season. Happy Birthday Jesus!<br /></div><div>~ Kendra started and is very successful in potty training !!! !Yea... and again mommy says "YEA!"</div><div><br />~Kendra Started Ballet! SOOO CUTE! She loves it... She called it ballerina class but it sounds a bit like diarreah class! : ) </div><div> </div><div>~ Karly can crawl like a big girl(as of three days ago) Until then she was scooting.. very well and fast but not the official crawl!</div><div><br />~Karly can pull her self up on things and take steps while holding on! Won't be long!</div><div><br />~Aidan started Awanas... So cute... So many memories that come with watching them learn the word of God! </div><div><br />~Aidan has been struggling with spelling so we are trying some new study techniques... update to follow</div><div><br />~Aidan went on an awesome field trip to a museum! So much fun</div><div><br />~Aidan got a early birthday present of a RC car... a nice one.... dad got one too of course!</div></div><div> </div><div>~Aidan lost his two top teeth! <div> </div><div>~we all got the stomach flu so bad... OHHH baby it was bad!</div><div> </div><div>~We built and RC track in the back yard... so much fun! Gave the stomach flu to our good friends the shaurettes!<br /></div><div>~ We got an amazing gate that fences in the whole family room... The reason for this ugly gate .... Drum roll please.... I am PREGNANT.... Seriously! I'm not kidding... I really am!</div><div><br /><br />~I am about 9 weeks pregnant! Whoa baby 4 kids... I am already huge! I look like a 5 month pregnant mama... Its probably a mixture of being very bloated and having this be my 9th... yes i said 9th pregnancy! All was going well till this week when my hormones took a turn for the worse... they put me on a huge amount of hormones... 100mg only had 50m with karly... Wow... i am sick all the time! So here are some pictures (none of them have my fat gut in them! you welcome) of the past two months</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-68905641659805027292009-12-13T21:43:00.000-08:002009-12-13T22:09:21.353-08:00Ladder, apple, tea parties and failure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4l_I7EKZPijHd-__WzvSk4YIsw7yMvc_g-T2Q2Gm65BMzFs445i1g6s8wpLXlS1S2Ip6b5drKAmCXP6R_LzXimPo2XvQCYAghFLc7bnKkyhprJ74RXG_HD18TRtBhDHpK5Xird1xnwVnZ/s1600-h/IMG_7084.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414969936718969186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4l_I7EKZPijHd-__WzvSk4YIsw7yMvc_g-T2Q2Gm65BMzFs445i1g6s8wpLXlS1S2Ip6b5drKAmCXP6R_LzXimPo2XvQCYAghFLc7bnKkyhprJ74RXG_HD18TRtBhDHpK5Xird1xnwVnZ/s400/IMG_7084.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WIYLs5sJq25UpY9F4mTODUBh_7nRwnkbmSwXvfvDJ8JA2J9jVBBgyMANu2ZmgqkCm4lPqA0WsW3enIHbfv8KZswpSQGGsBwGWzUCVVMdbDJmMFXcBBrDJGNPfv7mykdkhLR758Rc6vor/s1600-h/IMG_7083.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414969134750333618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WIYLs5sJq25UpY9F4mTODUBh_7nRwnkbmSwXvfvDJ8JA2J9jVBBgyMANu2ZmgqkCm4lPqA0WsW3enIHbfv8KZswpSQGGsBwGWzUCVVMdbDJmMFXcBBrDJGNPfv7mykdkhLR758Rc6vor/s400/IMG_7083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2x2sVlNWvU3IWbFd1h-djMv7qgwCw6ETdbPnyHhp-JD23nqGZblzURESZh2hZH8QqkKS-1B9tnjePpflX5OBvCqENa_NTxXt1XuQckyFCgnp3wk9l38IvMMbRAXGupdb6Cp9jCiga_8bg/s1600-h/IMG_7080.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414969127933735250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2x2sVlNWvU3IWbFd1h-djMv7qgwCw6ETdbPnyHhp-JD23nqGZblzURESZh2hZH8QqkKS-1B9tnjePpflX5OBvCqENa_NTxXt1XuQckyFCgnp3wk9l38IvMMbRAXGupdb6Cp9jCiga_8bg/s400/IMG_7080.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1xrzmyZVmOBsJYovYq515fcf8I9HG-zWsqmiqOwaj81lBPu69TuwcpVoc5JV9AnZGZ28XXWivbRwaju61TDVOoRRmyqCpVVCeoSRv658m7HtNrcWmGP6U0tmzrK7Z5XT2MlatCmAC8Ke/s1600-h/IMG_7081.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414969121849389346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1xrzmyZVmOBsJYovYq515fcf8I9HG-zWsqmiqOwaj81lBPu69TuwcpVoc5JV9AnZGZ28XXWivbRwaju61TDVOoRRmyqCpVVCeoSRv658m7HtNrcWmGP6U0tmzrK7Z5XT2MlatCmAC8Ke/s400/IMG_7081.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa9LpjIn0ltM9C1Z0U0yVB82Co9FK-vt7L0D97w6cLBRz8Fruww3QSjOuEHra48yh8U5hye07XKsccTMf-iSMVwNmL-ytCzuFUhNrzgvTRYmBxdXy_WIUm45Z3t3tfsOheyDQlAGP72Ay/s1600-h/IMG_7073.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414969115585488642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa9LpjIn0ltM9C1Z0U0yVB82Co9FK-vt7L0D97w6cLBRz8Fruww3QSjOuEHra48yh8U5hye07XKsccTMf-iSMVwNmL-ytCzuFUhNrzgvTRYmBxdXy_WIUm45Z3t3tfsOheyDQlAGP72Ay/s400/IMG_7073.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So today i feel like i failed. I feel like i failed as a wife, as a woman, as a mother, and as a child of God. Have you ever had a day where you feel like an epic failure? That would be my today...<br />I yelled at aidan. Almost everyday i yell at aidan... and kendra... but i think aidan is hurt by it more. I want to stop... i hate that ugly part of me. I do not feel better after i feel worse... But to make it worse it was for a stupid reason. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have a stomach ache.. I've had one for about 4 months mayben more now. It hurts first thing in the morning and about 30 mins after each meal, and if i let my stomach get too empty. I try to manage it myself, figure out what is causeing it... but i don't know. I've tried all sorts of things. So if i go to the dr then i feel like a hypocondriac and like i will be too sick to care for my kids... So i don't go... and it hurts.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I made us late getting to church... i made us late yesterday for aidan's christmas caroling...and again today for church... Damn showers!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>MY house is a MESS>>.. and by mess i mean paths from the kitchen to the family room to the bathroom and to the bedrooms. You cannot eat at our dining room table and you cannot set dishes on the sink there is no room.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I went to church today and as i sat there singing a song i hadn't heard before it said the words... failure... I burst into tears... trying so hard not to shake and not to make a scene, not to be noticed at all. In my head i cried "LORD..." and that's all that i could even cry in my head... I couldn't even say... "HELP ME" i couldn't say "Lord I've failed you" I was a mess...<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So you see my problem... I feel like a failure... But tomorrow is a new day... with a clean slate, and the ability to start new! Hopefully it will be better and i will feel like a better mother, wife, woman, and Child of the most high King!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Aidan; Aidan attempted to conquer his fear of heights and go on the roof with dad. After some tears he got to the top step of the ladder, posed for a picture and got down. I WAS SO PROUD! He did his best... I don't tell him enough! Other than that he played with his sister and we went to church followed by dinner at Lolo's!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Kendra... Had a tea party in her brothers room. It was kinda funny! She played dress up in a nice dress not a dress up dress... but hey she will only fit in it for so long. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Karly: Karly is actively working on her tooth... I can faintly see it beyond the swelling. She bit on my finger and cried, so its just right there! She ate diced apple baby food today for the first time. She is so cute picking up the little bites and putting them in her mouth. So much work!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-26785275431398274462009-12-12T21:19:00.000-08:002009-12-12T21:40:25.918-08:00fireplaces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AJgxJEEliMped0RDCa09AAlz5qXzTAGFAxAuayBEvhiU8VPfgLvS_IbOxb37K7h6syawKqo2HvHTTj9O9Hbckt-pLLrf_fIy85lOVQB6h_jQVb11Og7pqGvq2JjH2yMbpOjDSxFoQwJj/s1600-h/IMG_7032.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414590606949880562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AJgxJEEliMped0RDCa09AAlz5qXzTAGFAxAuayBEvhiU8VPfgLvS_IbOxb37K7h6syawKqo2HvHTTj9O9Hbckt-pLLrf_fIy85lOVQB6h_jQVb11Og7pqGvq2JjH2yMbpOjDSxFoQwJj/s400/IMG_7032.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFUOfgZflMq-YacJK7UyfEuLVNzMH7fGQDv0jmLE8w5PypDRbmUg2gab4rD61hTiSybA4xB8rAn_TWXgoao9w_YUX-W39sRWRmTHV8MyIUK-kiCxkkAvCPLRAQHBt2_HbAbU1kGn5Ean6/s1600-h/IMG_7064.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414590602529186946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFUOfgZflMq-YacJK7UyfEuLVNzMH7fGQDv0jmLE8w5PypDRbmUg2gab4rD61hTiSybA4xB8rAn_TWXgoao9w_YUX-W39sRWRmTHV8MyIUK-kiCxkkAvCPLRAQHBt2_HbAbU1kGn5Ean6/s400/IMG_7064.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>A week ago a man came to my house to work on my fireplace. He told me that his wife had written down the days events and about what each child had done almost everyday of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">their</span> lives... I thought this was way cool and have started <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">journaling</span> the good the bad and the ugly. But i find typing so much more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">efficient</span>... so i am going to try to do so on my blog. I'm going to try blogging daily... (let's see how long this lasts for)! : ) </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Aidan: Slept in (of course on a day mama couldn't) got up and we got ready for his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Christmas</span> caroling at a retirement community. We got there 5 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">mins</span> late and that was all it took to completely miss the entire thing! He cried and i almost cried as well... What a failure i felt like! There was so much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">frustration</span> and chaos in trying to get all three ready and out the door... The rest of the day he played on his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wii</span> and with his sister. The night ended in bath time with his two sisters (may have to stop that soon) and cuddling by the fire!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Kendra: Day started late also slept in! : ( Why can't they do that on days when i can??? She is completely obsessed with being "super" which means a super hero. I asked her if she was a super hero and she said "NO mama i am super princess" I said "super hero princess?" She said " NO MAMA SUPER PRINCESS!!!!" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ohhhh</span>! She was also sad she didn't get to help brother sing... After singing we went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lowes</span> where she threw a tantrum in the cart and had to go to the car early... The day ended with bath, cuddling and play super!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Karly Jae: Is a jewel. She really is darling and a delicate little bird, although she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">growles</span>! She doesn't like it when her sister and brother yell like they did while getting their pictures taken in front of the fireplace. She slept in this morning till 830 only nursed once last night... Wow my boobs hurt this morning! She is still creeping across the floor.. won't be long till she crawls. She got a bruise on her forehead by banging it on the mantel! : ( She is so happy... I just want to hold her all day and never put her down!<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">JAson</span> and I : I feel like i failed by getting out of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">House</span> late and missing something important to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">aj</span>. I am already planning next years ugly sweater party... It will be fun... especially <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">bc</span> i will not be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">nursin</span> or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">preggers</span>... Jay put up smoke <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">detectors</span>... and is waiting not very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">patiently</span> for me to get off the computer so he can play his games!</div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-1683995930285260262009-11-08T20:59:00.000-08:002009-11-08T21:01:48.936-08:00Something new??!!??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyoGrcqNvr3DY6N2Wu8AAhSKzBj3hAIDDS_YkHIiyNILVRmdPvzzQKUWCt6rjak77nCFJmTtPdipLGE4CvJ-0CX3hCEWDIWBAJk3aVvj8dfLfaJnzs1Y31xwVvqiTNSxg_1GR00Z7JFBO/s1600-h/ALison+Whitsell.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401964546248767922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyoGrcqNvr3DY6N2Wu8AAhSKzBj3hAIDDS_YkHIiyNILVRmdPvzzQKUWCt6rjak77nCFJmTtPdipLGE4CvJ-0CX3hCEWDIWBAJk3aVvj8dfLfaJnzs1Y31xwVvqiTNSxg_1GR00Z7JFBO/s400/ALison+Whitsell.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Started a photography website! My fun little hobbie is quickly growing into a passion. I've had a couple shoots and have some more in the plans! Can't Wait! Check it out!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>AlisonWPhotography.blogspot.com</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-38200562438363722902009-09-11T11:02:00.000-07:002009-09-11T12:59:13.720-07:00Family- Forced friend... or just Foe?<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> not the best friend maker, i don't pride my self in my many female friends. Most of my friendships have come along in a way that is convenient, my good friend Jamie is my husbands best friends wife, my hair dresser is one of my closest, my friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Janae</span> who <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> known since birth because of my dad. The one thing i have learned... Each one takes a certain amount of maintenance, some more than others. I would be there for them, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> grown to love them, and if they had a life changing event, i would hold their hand. so the question is when it comes to family...IS FAMILY A NAME YOU EARN AND MAINTAIN OR SOMETHING THAT IS SIMPLY FORCED,EXPECTED AND UNCONDITIONAL?WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-70894938997839731092009-08-29T14:50:00.001-07:002009-08-29T15:00:49.907-07:00Just one more dayKarly is 5 months and 9 days old today.<br />She rolls over, plays with her toes, smiles all the time, blow raspberries, and laughs. She is perfect! two and half month ago i was facing the scariest moments of my life and they FOREVER changed me. Dr's told me my child would most likely need a very invasive skull surgery, and that was the best case scenario. Years of physical therapy, possible repeat surgeries, and plastic surgery was our future. God stepped in and intervened and we got out of it with a baby and a slightly lumpy head! If he had not i would be preparing right now to put her through the first of multiple surgeries. This is the age my friends lost her sweet boy after a seemly simple surgery. I look back and all the feelings of " I SIMPLY CANNOT DO THIS GOD, I WILL NOT" screamed with clenched teeth and teary eyes come back! I vow to NEVER take <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">for granted</span>, I have my perfect baby and she is healthy and i love her more than words. I don't have to. God swooped in a saved the day. And everyday from that day forward i will remain thankful. One more day i get with my beautiful family. One more day i get to instill in my children a thankful, obedient, god like spirit! One more i day to try to make my heavenly daddy proud...WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-81971983941474375192009-08-27T18:55:00.000-07:002009-08-27T19:08:51.666-07:00Price Check on Tampons-Super Plus- Sented!So why is it when you are sleep deprived, at your wits end, and grouchy the world seems to go out of their way to step on your toes? Or is it that we just notice the stepping on of the toes more when we are in a weakened state? Really did the lady turn around and scowl at me for no reason-was the brand new male checker just as embarassed as i was when the super plus tampons didn't ring up right- Did the person who cut me off then slam on the brakes and go under the speed limit then stop for a bus before the red blinking lights came on... no there's no excuses for that dude... - My point is... Why does it seems like people go out of their way to irritate you when you are having a down day?WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-69304049021395256032009-07-18T16:25:00.000-07:002009-07-18T16:29:16.509-07:00New funny kid storyKendra this morning was playing with her bathing suit cover-up, its a tub top and skirt, and i was laying beside her on the ground. She said "mama come here, close yours eyes" So i closed them. She put the tub top over my head as i was giggling and made it into a blind fold. I could see through it a bit and saw her make a little fist, real back, "Close yours eyes mama" and punch me right in the nose... ~July 2009<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Kendra was out by the pool with my Dad when she hopped onto the first step. My dad said "Kendra you can't get in the pool, you have to ask first" She yelled "ASK!" ~July 2009</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Kendra was feeling a bit feisty the other day. She ran up to her brother and began wailing on him. Hitting him with her hand and every time her hand came in contact with her brothers chest she said "NEE NEE SORRY" "NEE NEE SORRY" "NEE NEE SORRY" (Kendi calls herself "Nee nee") Apparently she was killing two birds with one stone! ~July 2009</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Kendra was playing out side my parents house. It is gated off to keep little ones away from the pool. She was on the porch and Diesel (my brother huge American Bull Dog) was on the pool side of the fence. Suddenly she runs back into the house with a giant slobbery arm and a big scratch on her chest, she was screaming and crying hysterically. She points at her chest and screams "Diesel scratched my booby" My mom gave her a sympathetic look trying to hide her smile and giggles, when Kendra ran out the door to the gate looked diesel in the eye and began to stomp her foot, finger pointed, scowl on her face and tell him off "diesel you don't huwt my booby, you don't cratch my booby diesel bad boy!" ~July 2009</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Aidan and Kendra either play nicely together in the car, fight in the car, or play alone. Most of the time they fight! The other day they were playing quietly by there selves, Aidan had a transformer Kendi had a Tinkerbell, who she calls Belle-belle. Quietly Aidan started singing the transformer song "transformers, robots in disguise" i turned and smiled at him because he is just so cute when Kendra started to sing "belle belle belle belle in disguise" to the tune of the transformers song . ~June 2009</span>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-12882659026834642572009-07-16T13:08:00.000-07:002009-07-16T13:32:56.431-07:00July- Mommy got a new camera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLCkMvxlGTAmKBmoFFURgYQwXOv75ksEjtMVlgX5HjZfDNdDcByVNv4wUkzYqcjgvrkSacf-j-uluUClHC2eNKp1sPAGtomdWheQy4qgx1HF60Kw5d8Y59AJAJnL7I8Nv8KhlFhfmbGEF/s1600-h/so+plumpy.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157923251657970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLCkMvxlGTAmKBmoFFURgYQwXOv75ksEjtMVlgX5HjZfDNdDcByVNv4wUkzYqcjgvrkSacf-j-uluUClHC2eNKp1sPAGtomdWheQy4qgx1HF60Kw5d8Y59AJAJnL7I8Nv8KhlFhfmbGEF/s400/so+plumpy.JPG" /></a> So plumpy<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMG1ccopAmB5IPbUkBn0YFhdijsUUyjN1bbekJDYGtU846c9k8IX90vfmdaweYwFmVeAHILl956GKY5zAel2znmvy7J_DhOgIGfqiiwBaFNyqD56qWBJ_vjt90_YwBfmU6DH_60Ky7Ivi/s1600-h/tooth.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157912365183970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMG1ccopAmB5IPbUkBn0YFhdijsUUyjN1bbekJDYGtU846c9k8IX90vfmdaweYwFmVeAHILl956GKY5zAel2znmvy7J_DhOgIGfqiiwBaFNyqD56qWBJ_vjt90_YwBfmU6DH_60Ky7Ivi/s400/tooth.JPG" /></a> Lost tooth<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQMyswFMjw0K0GZw4w7XuGcpK4DSg6pR19kndZ4i7gbsWVX-kI-zFNmagfBzyLi-vnJCIXpiwkmEcjvYhxA2fICOqIECWr-LiYE2qb1CMjFPYMvJtFyAtSdyYLx7b8CeE2bWzdgzRnIDN/s1600-h/riding+in+your+underware.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157908859948194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQMyswFMjw0K0GZw4w7XuGcpK4DSg6pR19kndZ4i7gbsWVX-kI-zFNmagfBzyLi-vnJCIXpiwkmEcjvYhxA2fICOqIECWr-LiYE2qb1CMjFPYMvJtFyAtSdyYLx7b8CeE2bWzdgzRnIDN/s400/riding+in+your+underware.JPG" /></a> Riding in your underwear<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvUjeKxHwuQmxrSN_DJz3mG2X7ubs5ko-z486ng77f8NpHQstTb8yZzK8skGctrGH6qSwVLga3p5HhTgOEgQys5tN8p543X1x_aTqlPLwBw14UATS58eqfQfXBYWBuc7ki79mtrXJWGiw/s1600-h/Kendi+july.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157901203131058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvUjeKxHwuQmxrSN_DJz3mG2X7ubs5ko-z486ng77f8NpHQstTb8yZzK8skGctrGH6qSwVLga3p5HhTgOEgQys5tN8p543X1x_aTqlPLwBw14UATS58eqfQfXBYWBuc7ki79mtrXJWGiw/s400/Kendi+july.JPG" /></a> Thinking Naughty thoughts<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAuzXdJy2IqKEN_8yXdrujSFERiQ6Ab9AY4dHYNM_PNRoyDyLI65MlVImC7P54AYapzsMXkyI-lkh0o20_93REUPBjlL88KWk9hisqawHhyphenhyphenkII5Topw-jYRMHnbMEiOxqn-O0V3VTxu_M/s1600-h/sippy.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157281241306946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAuzXdJy2IqKEN_8yXdrujSFERiQ6Ab9AY4dHYNM_PNRoyDyLI65MlVImC7P54AYapzsMXkyI-lkh0o20_93REUPBjlL88KWk9hisqawHhyphenhyphenkII5Topw-jYRMHnbMEiOxqn-O0V3VTxu_M/s400/sippy.JPG" /></a> Cuppy<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrTFRw59Al5Rkt8mhfkOZFp2VMZGuxjx8KztbTc1vpQ6hBv2c84UhEzgZpx8rKXFjCkfGLvDUAMJ_nyfSiPnHg3UNEyDS2toQULZ2HGJ0M3QCsvyjubGeFNOBeBbYUGKSDyq6flFTitI2/s1600-h/naughty+face.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157278513944610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrTFRw59Al5Rkt8mhfkOZFp2VMZGuxjx8KztbTc1vpQ6hBv2c84UhEzgZpx8rKXFjCkfGLvDUAMJ_nyfSiPnHg3UNEyDS2toQULZ2HGJ0M3QCsvyjubGeFNOBeBbYUGKSDyq6flFTitI2/s400/naughty+face.JPG" /></a> About to hurt the dog<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_5OAbnPipya4J2fEMjyDaMBVg1xlGOnylm9uLLvdZhqs7woXLJz1lBQ97nKCrBg8il-YqMHSkDUTK26JpKD5S78-Y5S-VkDtU0oOiTQQDCj0cc8NHfUT4GkGvyG_qnjKEp-xMRXHf5BB/s1600-h/karly+4mon2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157268932990578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_5OAbnPipya4J2fEMjyDaMBVg1xlGOnylm9uLLvdZhqs7woXLJz1lBQ97nKCrBg8il-YqMHSkDUTK26JpKD5S78-Y5S-VkDtU0oOiTQQDCj0cc8NHfUT4GkGvyG_qnjKEp-xMRXHf5BB/s400/karly+4mon2.JPG" /></a> Rolls everywhere<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9af81ZxN3pEIFZNwX5ffbKlUWc9VUDoHlJVzuJEyVNzx8hNQrcWHAw5T2fMR3fErz20nrjmg74Xeu39Dyyimzglna9AeF569I6JUqsP-EVnnzH4YMHzT7XdVeMnnYdOtBZYk-VsgHMrA/s1600-h/good+hanny.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157265496372722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9af81ZxN3pEIFZNwX5ffbKlUWc9VUDoHlJVzuJEyVNzx8hNQrcWHAw5T2fMR3fErz20nrjmg74Xeu39Dyyimzglna9AeF569I6JUqsP-EVnnzH4YMHzT7XdVeMnnYdOtBZYk-VsgHMrA/s400/good+hanny.JPG" /></a> Tasty hand<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh_FtAwkC10jIfztryuYFDJrOP5N92X3nm6q2DUOpgwo-K5gScFldZth9DRSZG4sm0V0hHE1BZPnIwuKvziV8Tb3-Yrgz3o18ZnH8SM9hLNSfSDf2ktNv4QX2RR5yPUxVrmidaqVoqmgr/s1600-h/hair.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359157256161237794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh_FtAwkC10jIfztryuYFDJrOP5N92X3nm6q2DUOpgwo-K5gScFldZth9DRSZG4sm0V0hHE1BZPnIwuKvziV8Tb3-Yrgz3o18ZnH8SM9hLNSfSDf2ktNv4QX2RR5yPUxVrmidaqVoqmgr/s400/hair.JPG" /></a> bad BAD hair day<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQFY2JlmwYuvbuSOvbjqqz0-SFI6z_HS-TPLrtluJb_gQXl4ox9v5975GDxBfp95JixOmXvGO3tPTUKzNpiXkLNIHWwiHDDGCoBdbgrwB3lgSWRrwl0GzRFRh1s6gvCyvI72B24grlBAj/s1600-h/eyes.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153372359537234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQFY2JlmwYuvbuSOvbjqqz0-SFI6z_HS-TPLrtluJb_gQXl4ox9v5975GDxBfp95JixOmXvGO3tPTUKzNpiXkLNIHWwiHDDGCoBdbgrwB3lgSWRrwl0GzRFRh1s6gvCyvI72B24grlBAj/s400/eyes.JPG" /></a> Look at his eyes<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRMFT4obx7H-DF5Q7vhdS2iNhJcqoxXyzFGBBlGz-74bnxAwoIwJsxqkkoM218jYanPQ_2PnL4CWZ3nTnZGUcIilDmF-hMuEkzJVIQu10Ry1GYSyxHx1iYXq3x5gxREgxT_okIWe8Vcn7/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153364928917394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRMFT4obx7H-DF5Q7vhdS2iNhJcqoxXyzFGBBlGz-74bnxAwoIwJsxqkkoM218jYanPQ_2PnL4CWZ3nTnZGUcIilDmF-hMuEkzJVIQu10Ry1GYSyxHx1iYXq3x5gxREgxT_okIWe8Vcn7/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" /></a> We like to play naked<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUHAnPfg1aJ9R_5CrVSA3glgYXbIrmRV7l6hQ07HC27qK1rUVrW5kRa5ohMg2p9UPvM8eCkZwjQqggEsCmZT63GgVNtWmaWMYrPbvxQtzmhBtu448sVdXw1ZmR2W4mDAdbxopSrkOt_YE/s1600-h/Daddy+plays.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153361826571394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUHAnPfg1aJ9R_5CrVSA3glgYXbIrmRV7l6hQ07HC27qK1rUVrW5kRa5ohMg2p9UPvM8eCkZwjQqggEsCmZT63GgVNtWmaWMYrPbvxQtzmhBtu448sVdXw1ZmR2W4mDAdbxopSrkOt_YE/s400/Daddy+plays.JPG" /></a> plumpy tumpy<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYp8aeOFaU03dDw7qzF57M5in0M1-2CCfOQGeVCpEPsLkX04HAXO0xjHoMcd8HKqtVuhBcLLl5ZN7vFAQgx0F2C5-0aWR90X_3RiLTDJGWxXy582_3FXtcgm1RezrzoLB1TKEA8ARJfvOD/s1600-h/big+eyes.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153350908132802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYp8aeOFaU03dDw7qzF57M5in0M1-2CCfOQGeVCpEPsLkX04HAXO0xjHoMcd8HKqtVuhBcLLl5ZN7vFAQgx0F2C5-0aWR90X_3RiLTDJGWxXy582_3FXtcgm1RezrzoLB1TKEA8ARJfvOD/s400/big+eyes.JPG" /></a> BIG EYES<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhgj4wyxayNOzwDIJjg4D2dRWxVY3pXvUcFoI7En5IyeT9JbGs8_Mh0v95E938YJ2QeTLSyHvvXR_wSBf3JFzHyEVq1irHeja9S72EodFRnVi5Riz_qVgm7eL8al7uUGzH9Ay1Acsk56f/s1600-h/almost+4mon.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359153347427290306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhgj4wyxayNOzwDIJjg4D2dRWxVY3pXvUcFoI7En5IyeT9JbGs8_Mh0v95E938YJ2QeTLSyHvvXR_wSBf3JFzHyEVq1irHeja9S72EodFRnVi5Riz_qVgm7eL8al7uUGzH9Ay1Acsk56f/s400/almost+4mon.JPG" /></a> Thinking about rolling over<br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>I'm still very much learning. In fact i have NO IDEA what i am doing but it sure is FUN!</strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-61168790208001436322009-07-09T08:28:00.001-07:002009-07-09T08:47:50.926-07:00My funny kids:<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Funny things my kids come up with!</span></strong></div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kendra was out by the pool with my Dad when she hopped onto the first step. My dad said "Kendra you can't get in the pool, you have to ask first" She yelled "ASK!" ~July 2009</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Kendra was feeling a bit <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">feisty</span> the other day. She ran up to her brother and began wailing on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">him</span>. Hitting him with her hand and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> her hand came in contact with her brothers chest she said "NEE NEE SORRY" "NEE NEE SORRY" "NEE NEE SORRY" (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kendi</span> calls herself "Nee nee") Apparently she was killing two birds with one stone! ~July 2009</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Kendra was playing out side my parents house. It is gated off to keep little ones away from the pool. She was on the porch and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Diesel</span> (my brother huge American Bull Dog) was on the pool side of the fence. Suddenly she runs back into the house with a giant slobbery arm and a big scratch on her chest, she was screaming and crying <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hysterically</span>. She points at her chest and screams "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Diesel</span> scratched my booby" My mom gave her a sympathetic look trying to hide her smile and giggles, when Kendra ran out the door to the gate looked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">diesel</span> in the eye and began to stomp her foot, finger pointed, scowl on her face and tell him off "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">diesel</span> you don't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">huwt</span> my booby, you don't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">cratch</span> my booby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">diesel</span> bad boy!" ~July 2009</span><br /><br />Aidan and Kendra either play <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nicely</span> together in the car, fight in the car, or play alone. Most of the time they fight! The other day they were playing quietly by there selves, Aidan had a transformer <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kendi</span> had a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Tinkerbell</span>, who she calls Belle-belle. Quietly Aidan started singing the transformer song "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">transformers</span>, robots in disguise" i turned and smiled at him because he is just so cute when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kendra</span> started to sing "belle belle belle belle in disguise" to the tune of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">transformers</span> song . ~June 2009WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-67786331354941376362009-06-30T17:27:00.000-07:002009-06-30T17:42:04.168-07:00when i grow up<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ30W3cU36q0o1q3M5TFPA__9YT6-gPNl0kFnsi8jSpCzUki8lUKyDdAsSygn2R8rdn1LZWN6OOr-3iEYUpiCA2WNliBu0b8a56NPM2B9LZjx1MimrTJxkBS6qyS-P-98Kest-ioF_S7N/s1600-h/bstn265l.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4V1v4bj2yPiX6jxSfDCZBptEimlpjwh0AHtaGn3zn8vMGdQrLEKg1CtIc2aJr28oD6bqe5dup0RUlmBgIccecuy4t38unU5GkRUTVhbxAYGtwvyTJxHrxgyk0wooTIuE_ntaDXDYhuENM/s1600-h/nannies_nannies.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353285182479963570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4V1v4bj2yPiX6jxSfDCZBptEimlpjwh0AHtaGn3zn8vMGdQrLEKg1CtIc2aJr28oD6bqe5dup0RUlmBgIccecuy4t38unU5GkRUTVhbxAYGtwvyTJxHrxgyk0wooTIuE_ntaDXDYhuENM/s400/nannies_nannies.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>When i grow up i am going to invent Nannies that give Mommies sick days!!!! This morning i was preparing dinner (crock pot chicken spaghetti) barfing in the sink while holding three month old Karly. THen kendra comes in an starts rambling off the things she wants to eat and between that and the raw chicken i loose it... ihead for the sink and hope its clear cuz THAR SHE BLOWS>... When kendi grabs my leg and sits on my foot. I CRANE my neck and stretch my body and pull my leg with all my might! It all ended well... except for my poor coffee which came back up with a vengeance. So ... back to my original thought... I am going to invent Nannies that are covered under your insurance to come in when mommies are sick and daddies are at work. They come in and be mommy for the day, week, month whatever the DR orders... Don't steal my idea... I'm so gonna patent it!</div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-39769074091995855692009-06-13T15:19:00.000-07:002009-06-13T15:20:30.042-07:00I'm simply giddy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiFd02jiI_NO1G5vf32Lbpl4xVYakkqgzPNsZXpDon_C9aO0l8WD-FgkGDzZT9RYX1NJm2VpG78j598p2SWr0H5k83oW4v86y3nUgGQTpo1AO4bK8LlIN94fr6SVKM6-hlZOC8tcxZwNT/s1600-h/Big_smile.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346940359048846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiFd02jiI_NO1G5vf32Lbpl4xVYakkqgzPNsZXpDon_C9aO0l8WD-FgkGDzZT9RYX1NJm2VpG78j598p2SWr0H5k83oW4v86y3nUgGQTpo1AO4bK8LlIN94fr6SVKM6-hlZOC8tcxZwNT/s400/Big_smile.png" border="0" /></a> Giddy.... Giddy... Giddy...........GIDDY <br /><div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-55644253802746393892009-06-12T13:28:00.000-07:002009-06-12T13:37:36.201-07:00The diagnosis!We got to the Dr. late...We sat in the room for a long while... The Dr came in Examined her head... looked at the Ct scan and said " i have good news for you, there is no chance of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">craniosynostosis</span>! Not now, not ever!" THANK YOU JESUS! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Then</span> he said she has a positional <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">deformity</span> that can totally be corrected by having her lay on her other side!!! Seriously we got outta there without even a helmet! We all had a bit of a cry when the Dr. left the room!<br />Thank you for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">everyone's</span> support and prayer! We truly have never felt so lifted up and carried! We are very blessed! Thank you!<br />I got three perfectly healthy babies! I am so blessed!WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-86687746741339189112009-06-12T06:00:00.000-07:002009-06-12T06:08:43.694-07:00Just a reminderIt dawned on me this morning... I am much like my two year old! If i tell her "nope no candy" she sits on the ground and cries, sometimes there is tantrum involved. If i tell her "yeah you can have a piece" I am the best mom in the world and most of the time this warrants a hug and an "I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wuv</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ou</span> mommy"<br />So why am i like that with God, my Papa? Where you lead i will follow? UNLESS... i don't like where you are going, and in that case i will sit on the ground and cry, kick, scream, and QUESTION your ability to be GOD! Seriously? So if the Dr. says "yea Karly is fine" Oh Papa you are the best God, completely in control, thank you Jesus, its a MIRACLE! If the Dr. Says "Karly's gonna die, Karly's gonna be mentally retarded, Karly's gonna need surgery" "why God WHY? WHY ME? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ohh</span> mercy! " Then i would most likely question his ability to lead 'me', and rebuke the devil, as if God <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wasn'</span>t LEADING me. <br />I am writing this to remind myself. It is 6am and the unknown is killing me.... BUT ALI God is leading you HAVE TO follow!WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-2516629906960971072009-06-11T16:34:00.001-07:002009-06-11T16:34:39.844-07:00friday 9amTomorrow is the day... i think i might throw upWhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-17258871427793974092009-06-09T19:54:00.000-07:002009-06-09T20:49:04.054-07:00Update... sorta<div><br /><div>So i really have very little to update on. We have a Dr. Apt with one Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Zouros</span> a pediatric Neurosurgeon at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">loma</span> Linda hospital on Friday at 9am.</div><br /><div>How are we doing? Jay is calm and positive but i have caught him holding her and crying... Never a good sign when you husband is showing weakness.... Aidan and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kendi</span> are good, mostly normal. Aidan asks questions once in a while and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">kendi</span> is a fire ant as always. </div><div> </div><div>How am i doing? I really thought i was doing good. I really want a new camera, my old one kicked the bucket. So i have been kinda obsessed with finding the perfect one. I also have been cleaning <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alot</span>... i was laughing to myself today thinking i was finally nesting... kinda late for a nest the egg hatched almost three months ago! So i was cleaning today and sat on the couch to feed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kar</span> and i felt short of breath, then my heart started racing or skipping beats or something along that line. I first thought asthma, then heart attack (I'm very dramatic that way) then i realized i was having a panic attack. Something i have done before. I was diagnosed with ADD in Junior high and when things get too outta control i start having panic attacks, but usually they start with me crying, not me watching TLC and nursing a baby. I think it snuck up on me how scared i really am. I know, i say it, but i don't think i have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">DELT</span> with it. I realized that i want a camera so bad <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">because</span> what if she isn't here with me very much longer, what if she isn't normal looking for a long time or never again. I realized i have been cleaning so that i am able to focus on dealing with the worse case <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">scenarios</span>. So i guess i could be doing better. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As far as Karly goes, here are the possible scenarios i can see at the moment;</div><br /><br /><div>Worse case scenario (besides death of course)</div><br /><br /><div>She is physically or mentally handicapped due to damage to come or damage from an existing condition.</div><br /><br /><div>The slightly better scenario is the MAJOR.... HORRIBLE surgery to correct her skull shape. </div><br /><br /><div>The best case scenario</div><br /><br /><div>We get outta there with a helmet and physical therapy.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>What we know at the moment:</div><br /><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">THe</span> bad news: her sutures (soft spots) are too close together</div><br /><br /><div>The good news: They are not closed YET</div><br /><br /><div>The bad news: she is showing signs of being developmentally delayed. </div><div><br />Yesterday i was looking at the link on my page under my blog list (on the right) titled Hayley Collins, her baby is 4 weeks and 2 days younger than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Kars</span> and he can hold his head up WELL. He can hold his entire chest of the ground. When you set <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Kars</span> on the ground she goes face first into the carpet... No jokes please... I give her ample tummy time everyday and this last week i have been working with her on it. She is not getting better. I believe her head holding up skills are about that of a baby the age of 4 weeks. Seeing Hayley's son was like a rude awakening. She is behind, there is a problem there! But we don't know what YET. </div><br /><br /><div>So Friday morning keep her in prayer. I believe it will be a miracle if we get a "good" diagnosis. When i last saw her pediatrician she attempted to talk me out of the possibility of that it is just a positional problem. Meaning she lays in the same way. Because she has a bald spot or thin spot all the way around her head meaning she is turning her head by herself. And i knew that. She never really leaves her head the same way.</div><br /><br /><div>Well to leave you with something a little more light hearted. I was trying to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kendra</span> to come with me to the car to go pick up her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Buhbuh</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Aidan</span>) when she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">collapsed</span> on the ground in a most dramatic fashion and announced "Nee nee (her nickname) is dead!!!" as she placed a hand over her forehead!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!! </div><div>About a week ago <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Aidan</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Kendi</span> were playing out back i walked out to find them both naked and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Aidan</span> was wearing two bike <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">inner tubes</span>. They where between his legs like a thong and up to his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">shoulders</span>.... I fell on the ground LAUGHING!!!!! I asked him what the deal was and he told me he was a transformer... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">OKay</span>!?!?! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJRW2kM_RzyhZ2OyxVsSZxlk3M5LjZrHyHXmLlfjUnUa4dOHw0z4ZOg-mJspdC6zRZ62i5NPuXVbsRwH1NY4wgMN__iURR1l-AKXApHlhVEFD6WBgAsQc9RMMSZ2CgTZq7nRt-DaAd7AB/s1600-h/P5230004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345537871666306226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgJRW2kM_RzyhZ2OyxVsSZxlk3M5LjZrHyHXmLlfjUnUa4dOHw0z4ZOg-mJspdC6zRZ62i5NPuXVbsRwH1NY4wgMN__iURR1l-AKXApHlhVEFD6WBgAsQc9RMMSZ2CgTZq7nRt-DaAd7AB/s400/P5230004.JPG" border="0" /></a> SO then i look to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">kendi</span> and say "common Nee nee lets go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">poopy</span> on the big girl potty and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">i'll</span> give you some candy" She smiled and then put her hands on her hips and said "NO!" "Nee Nee poops on grass like doggy!!!" Then turned her naked buns around and walked away!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiywBU7mJjXVZ75Y7uOoRkWEJgCyGMVMIwxkzwh8_fG_AHinyYTJ6wr5dxrREZHgvUKcjQTLyjW-g5XuO9UYIis9AORTuUt6-DxUVgGlxgiHoEWQKOiRCje1PzlF84-WpxjfubJjih_36/s1600-h/P5060167.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345537878158443810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiywBU7mJjXVZ75Y7uOoRkWEJgCyGMVMIwxkzwh8_fG_AHinyYTJ6wr5dxrREZHgvUKcjQTLyjW-g5XuO9UYIis9AORTuUt6-DxUVgGlxgiHoEWQKOiRCje1PzlF84-WpxjfubJjih_36/s400/P5060167.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-33064311836175230302009-06-06T21:36:00.000-07:002009-06-06T21:55:36.257-07:00Songs with meaning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkb70a6E67M60-7r5QyiU2kNnrKwlkT-dPqBat17TMdD94Nr1R1PKzYMEMe0pt5XGZU-u6hCLSdqYy0MIglYmgEYEe0A4GwxLo_Gbi3l-yJtg7gOqlBIPpG1BbCWsQX8pxILZER-wC4i2/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344443796797009778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkb70a6E67M60-7r5QyiU2kNnrKwlkT-dPqBat17TMdD94Nr1R1PKzYMEMe0pt5XGZU-u6hCLSdqYy0MIglYmgEYEe0A4GwxLo_Gbi3l-yJtg7gOqlBIPpG1BbCWsQX8pxILZER-wC4i2/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Sometimes i don't know how to word things real well... but i have found comfort and understanding in the words of these three songs.. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">This first song i sang to myself one night after a fight with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aidan's</span> biological father. He told me he would come in the night and take Aidan and i would never see him again. I was terrified... I look back at that time and wonder how i got through it as i am sure i will look back at this time and wonder the same thing... I sang this song through my tears holding my precious baby boy not knowing what tomorrow held and found comfort. This is a Rich Mullins song...</span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Well, sometimes my life Just don't make sense at all When the mountains look so big And my faith just seems so small<br />So hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf You have been King of my glory Won't You be my Prince of Peace</em> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">This song was more during the period in my life right after i had my very first (of 5) miscarriages. I was almost 4 months along and hit a wall of depression afterwards... I felt so alone. This is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Barlow</span> girl song.</span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>I cried out with no reply </em></div><br /><div><em>And I can't feel You by my side </em></div><br /><div><em>So I'll hold tight to what I know</em></div><br /><div><em>You're here and I"m never alone </em></div><br /><div><em>And though I cannot see You</em></div><br /><div><em>And I can't explain why</em></div><br /><div><em>Such a deep, deep reassurance </em></div><br /><div><em>You've placed in my life</em></div><br /><div><em>We cannot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">separate 'Cause</span> </em></div><br /><div><em>You're part of me</em></div><br /><div><em>And though You're invisible </em></div><br /><div><em>I'll trust the unseen</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">This last song is for my NOW... I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">soooooo</span> scared. I don't know if i can do this. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">occasionally</span> break down and throw tantrums much like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kendra</span> does... Today i looked over at Jason hold Karly on the couch and he was crying. His tears were landing on her head. He doesn't get emotional, he doesn't worry. I don't know what tomorrow is going to hold. and i can say WE are scared! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">This</span> is a Casting Crowns song.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>I was sure by now</em></div><br /><div><em>That You would have reached down</em></div><br /><div><em>And wiped our tears away</em></div><br /><div><em>Stepped in and saved the day</em></div><br /><div><em>But once again, I say "Amen", </em></div><br /><div><em>and it's still raining</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>As the thunder rolls</em></div><br /><div><em>I barely hear You </em></div><br /><div><em>whisper through the rain"I'm with you"</em></div><br /><div><em>And as Your mercy falls</em></div><br /><div><em>I raise my hands </em></div><br /><div><em>and praise the God who gives</em></div><br /><div><em>And takes away</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>I'll praise You in this storm</em></div><br /><div><em>And I will lift my hands</em></div><br /><div><em>For You are who You are</em></div><br /><div><em>No matter where I am</em></div><br /><div><em>Every tear I've cried</em></div><br /><div><em>You hold in Your hand</em></div><br /><div><em>You never left my side</em></div><br /><div><em>And though my heart is torn</em></div><br /><div><em>I will praise You in this storm</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>I remember when</em></div><br /><div><em>I stumbled in the wind</em></div><br /><div><em>You heard my cry</em></div><br /><div><em>You raised me up again</em></div><br /><div><em>My strength is almost gone</em></div><br /><div><em>How can I carry on</em></div><br /><div><em>If I can't find You</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>I lift my eyes unto the hills</em></div><br /><div><em>Where does my help come from?</em></div><br /><div><em>My help comes from the Lord</em></div><br /><div><em>The maker of heaven and earth</em> </div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-61610277428083735502009-06-04T20:37:00.000-07:002009-06-04T20:57:58.574-07:00update on karly<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3gRnzN0NyptOHCoWcqOyjpvytx1gdka_vlQ3ixd6TQmT3_nJP5DCw96irKQS3JmAl7RHZuMftAIg-wx9PrJ0QbkO41ROwAuAHOY4MaBTAvx_Tfm0INIMoHBo3HiPdkgqaqksAYqywZ_D/s1600-h/birdy+smiles.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343687269629521202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3gRnzN0NyptOHCoWcqOyjpvytx1gdka_vlQ3ixd6TQmT3_nJP5DCw96irKQS3JmAl7RHZuMftAIg-wx9PrJ0QbkO41ROwAuAHOY4MaBTAvx_Tfm0INIMoHBo3HiPdkgqaqksAYqywZ_D/s400/birdy+smiles.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>When i was a little girl me and my brother shared a bad case of strep throat. We passed it back and forth probably three times. At that time my dad worked as a hospital administrator and so the Dr made house calls..... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">whatta</span> job perk huh? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">When</span> the Dr came to the house i said i felt horrible, my throat hurt... pout pout... (i was lying)... i didn't want to go to school the next day! I thought she give me some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yummy</span> strawberry syrup to drink before bed and i would get a long weekend with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Andy</span>... She looked down my throat, my heart raced, would i get caught? Would she know i was lying... "Yep you got the white patches on the back of your throat, you got it!!!" Wow i thought... that was easy! I'm so smart! She looked down my brothers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">throat</span>, yup he has it too... <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SWEET</span> i thought we can play together!She turned and looked worried at my mom "we've given the oral antibiotics so many times this winter i think a shot might be better" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OHhhh</span> no! My plan backfired... I ran to the bathroom crying about having to pee, when i came out my brother was pulling down his ninja turtle <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">underwear</span> and aiming a butt cheek at the Dr who was posed with the needle like she was about to throw a dart at his bum! I ran back into the bathroom. I remember sitting on the toilet looking at my feet (which <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">didn</span>'t touch the floor yet) and thinking i will just have to tell the truth! So i came out and humbly told the Dr i had made up my symptoms, a total <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">exaggeration</span> on my part, I am sure i will feel just fine in the morning and i will get up and go to school! She looked at me and said "No sweetie you have strep throat you have to get a shot" I RAN, but sadly my dad caught my arm, held me over his knee and gently took down my care bear undies and i got the dart in my cheek! </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I feel the same way now. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Karly</span> is fine, i just over reacted. She just sat in the birth canal too long, she isn't sick and won't be sick. She is FINE physically and MENTALLY!!! There's no need for a pediatric <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Neuro</span> SURGEON!!! There's no need to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Loma</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Linda</span>... I over reacted... I worry too much... </div><br /><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">The</span> bottom line is i am scared i will get the shot anyway. I am scared i really do have strep throat. I am scared i will never see her as normal. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Although</span> i will love her NO MATTER what... I am afraid!</div><br /><br /><div><br />We have an appointment with a Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Zorro</span>... So lets hope he is as heroic as his name implies and we are on our way with little more than a helmet and a follow up appointment... Right now i am running low on hope! How many <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">HMO's</span> can get two referrals submitted and approved in less than one week, one in the same day???</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuQR6oFudKhmnvBVKJOsFxOUKNXZUIoHK1dwWz2nvW6gKAUp8ZtkC_TCJRCV5UKnhC0eQWRJRKdrElvS9Z8y_gnOy9eOVRWD1OXlqwgJdPkvf2knHktYdlZ8XC1utLdP8Q3u5MLTuRW48/s1600-h/P6040045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343687280034365922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuQR6oFudKhmnvBVKJOsFxOUKNXZUIoHK1dwWz2nvW6gKAUp8ZtkC_TCJRCV5UKnhC0eQWRJRKdrElvS9Z8y_gnOy9eOVRWD1OXlqwgJdPkvf2knHktYdlZ8XC1utLdP8Q3u5MLTuRW48/s400/P6040045.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-26785864248071226772009-05-31T21:00:00.000-07:002009-06-03T18:58:14.886-07:00What if God takes her from me?<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">I WILL POST UPDATES AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POSTING</span></strong><br /><br />The most painful thing i have ever done, more painful than childbirth, is watch my kids go through pain. Right now we don't know what is wrong with Karly. We do know that her head is growing abnormaly.<br />It started last wednesday May 27th at a well baby checkup. I mentioned to the dr that her head was lopsided. She examined and got quiet. She then said.. "i'm going to go get a second opionion..." While she was gone i thought the worst... They're gonna come back with a helmet and tell me she has to wear it! I was so wrong. She came back with a sad look on her face... "we think she may have something call craniosynotosis, which is where the plates in her head that are supposed to be seperate (soft spots) harden prematurely" My heart sunk. I knew what she meant. I knew it meant surgery... I cried all the way home. She called with an STAT appointment to get an xray the very next day. When i got home i looked in my medical books and i googled it... Basically it has to be corrected, or her brain will get smashed and she will loose her eyesight and/or become mentally retarded and/or die! My first thoughts are... My good friend lost her baby after a way less invasive surgery at 5 months of age... He died in her arms! <div><div><div><div><br /><div>The surgery it self goes something like this... they pull back the skin on your forehead and face, saw out the part of the skull that is fused, break it into little pieces, and put it back! This is a picture of the typical jagged incision. This is not a picture of karly!!!! This is alittle boy who went through the same surgery.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPU6QJ_NyrykanRWULkTKlnIbWLUqfxHqJ1BYLCVeFwmS88NtZWkEWwDawHd2JyF4p2b9Pty9-wycLbmj0rGeN2J5MvIjbEJtkBSrdsmfCra_uYMOB4j5zCybn2-HJ9DeK5fZ61l4jd0pb/s1600-h/233244319_3gT3K-L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342206877819258306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPU6QJ_NyrykanRWULkTKlnIbWLUqfxHqJ1BYLCVeFwmS88NtZWkEWwDawHd2JyF4p2b9Pty9-wycLbmj0rGeN2J5MvIjbEJtkBSrdsmfCra_uYMOB4j5zCybn2-HJ9DeK5fZ61l4jd0pb/s400/233244319_3gT3K-L.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>So you can imagine my fear... Terror actually. I told my husband i couldn't do... She is two months old... I can't... i won't.... What if God takes her from me? He sent His son to die on a cross for us... but HE KNEW THE HE WOULD RISE>... i get no guarantees... I can't do this!</div><br /><div>After the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Xray</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">appointment</span> she asked us to come back in to see her husband (also a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dr</span></span>) for an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">additional</span> opinion. He said basically the same thing but we have to wait out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">XRay</span></span>. Friday the 29<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span></span> the doctor called me bright and early with a sad sound in her voice... the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">xrays</span></span></span> were back. They Radiologist said they couldn't confirm or rule out the presence of suture closer but that at bare minimum the sutures are too close together and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">xray</span></span></span> is not looking good... The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dr</span> wants an emergency CT scan. We rush to a radiologist friend of my Dad's in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Beverly</span> hills that same day. We are there by 1pm... I cried the whole way there.... This is a picture of me holding Karly's chin still in her CT Scan... I was crying and hadn't showered in over 24hrs....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBtXeYnSFMzR3Az-v7aQfRl2JA7F8-8Lc0wtJry9SGU2VrztEQf1NrFYFDWKqZK20Lh8TQoCK_74vMfBmHZLdagXfi6TAx5FRaElt-1O0EtXZbd8Cgn1klnGI2Jfrrm518AJ4VpVP-urm/s1600-h/CT+SCAN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342208318852595938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBtXeYnSFMzR3Az-v7aQfRl2JA7F8-8Lc0wtJry9SGU2VrztEQf1NrFYFDWKqZK20Lh8TQoCK_74vMfBmHZLdagXfi6TAx5FRaElt-1O0EtXZbd8Cgn1klnGI2Jfrrm518AJ4VpVP-urm/s400/CT+SCAN.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div>The radiologist read the report right then. He <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">said</span> he could RULE OUT closure of the sutures, although he is not use to looking at baby heads so has no way to know what the size of the sutures should be. He did confirm some pretty bad <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">asymmetry</span> of her head. Which leaves us with a whole lot of questions. Its possible she still has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">craniosynostosis</span></span></span> and we just caught it early. In this picture the left side of her head is more round and more swollen. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqMPKXpCt8Ya9WwfFKjaFOsr-WVw9T5SwAYaBu6IJKoi4fSd4s7wv1AjF9StNRbdEAL61x9aieokASPgETT-FctmuyYCx-a_P42TQhxwwflyFtHqxHRDNuBKr5dE3ah1g6gmXcfqVT9OL/s1600-h/K.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342209106965414354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqMPKXpCt8Ya9WwfFKjaFOsr-WVw9T5SwAYaBu6IJKoi4fSd4s7wv1AjF9StNRbdEAL61x9aieokASPgETT-FctmuyYCx-a_P42TQhxwwflyFtHqxHRDNuBKr5dE3ah1g6gmXcfqVT9OL/s400/K.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In this top view of her head the right side of the picture is more round and fuller. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf8kvawsUgrE0tUDmLfHJ3unLiBIPTp6FOvqKgozwSZW5xEn45mq2W0vbQm8cW1q0IJau6ulKhIZT3MTWjZXjs1ehiy-_N72P-ElaIHK_TYbXReWkVHzs3G_bbyYoBE-hkrkR4zY0aRN_/s1600-h/K's+head.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342209110477877170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf8kvawsUgrE0tUDmLfHJ3unLiBIPTp6FOvqKgozwSZW5xEn45mq2W0vbQm8cW1q0IJau6ulKhIZT3MTWjZXjs1ehiy-_N72P-ElaIHK_TYbXReWkVHzs3G_bbyYoBE-hkrkR4zY0aRN_/s400/K's+head.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>In this picture the side of her head on daddy's chest is bigger.</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9v9OVGLQI0Aj5tqwKnAWQo1KimJnDcY5RI_s6Je7tvQ1OemdiZxc0As0H42id9H78ljCo576byP-wbawY9fatpFgZw_5_KPjlxOFeMfoGD3ZHV1Rk_igFPz3ps3UDSYE6OAgc7NK4Uva/s1600-h/P4100194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342209935314604370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9v9OVGLQI0Aj5tqwKnAWQo1KimJnDcY5RI_s6Je7tvQ1OemdiZxc0As0H42id9H78ljCo576byP-wbawY9fatpFgZw_5_KPjlxOFeMfoGD3ZHV1Rk_igFPz3ps3UDSYE6OAgc7NK4Uva/s400/P4100194.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>So basically we know not much, other than her head is abnormal in a bad way... Please pray for her... We have our 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span></span></span> and 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">opinions</span> tomorrow as well as a check with her primary <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Dr</span>... We have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">fedexing</span></span></span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">xrays</span></span></span> to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Beverly</span> hills radiologist and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">fedexing</span></span></span> of CT scans to a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Pediatric</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">neuro</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">surgeon</span>... a word i would love to never have to say again... </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#6633ff;">UPDATE: June 1st- Dr called this morning said she is not going to continue getting 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">th</span></span> and 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">th</span></span> opinions and is going to just transfer her where she needs to be and that is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Loma</span></span> Linda <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Children's</span> Hospital. I feel like that is great that we aren't having to push things but it also scares me that she is moving things along so quickly... maybe because its THAT serious...</span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Update: June 3rd- Karly's Dr called and said she is being referred to a pediatric <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">neuro</span>-surgeon. I guess i though she was just going to be transferred to a pediatrician at L<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">oma</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Linda</span> not a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">neuro</span> surgeon... This is kinda scary! I asked if she thought that it would be best to see a surgeon because she still feels she MAY need some sort of a procedure and she said yes. So i guess we are still far from being done like i had hoped!</span> </div></div></div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-78030808274951939812009-05-23T09:32:00.000-07:002009-05-23T11:14:26.972-07:00The last four monthsFrom February till March 20th my life could not have moved any slower. On March 20th my life hit overdrive. Here are the last couple months in pictures.<br /><br /><br />February- Kendra singing tweentle tweentle liddle dars (twinkle stars) in the tubby<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv05S4FLmLpTNuLtKJYlYMQ3Pfa5PB-yFKNpatkjiAGCrhmU3PvgjFLz2w0pKp5SYkgjQzaOZcRDb7qBirn5OlcLAdmAUaX2fg7znl-pKI3YBIP2JruLpnp-JiIz7E2d8bvpKztvS7hURY/s1600-h/P2100012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072776121838786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv05S4FLmLpTNuLtKJYlYMQ3Pfa5PB-yFKNpatkjiAGCrhmU3PvgjFLz2w0pKp5SYkgjQzaOZcRDb7qBirn5OlcLAdmAUaX2fg7znl-pKI3YBIP2JruLpnp-JiIz7E2d8bvpKztvS7hURY/s400/P2100012.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div>March- Me two weeks till exploding!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbiizjVWT-ndj5rJtYIdGlyxWBwB4pyP24-dcLxv5mK0DKvjNf6ttcsCOv6f6_PAZmDhseqQaX_9ZQ-KdzStNfWB5wETuInp2I2VQSRYXJAAYwdeDMRqm6aFGnQP-Oupt3lVPNVcahJpdY/s1600-h/P2100017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072787765983122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbiizjVWT-ndj5rJtYIdGlyxWBwB4pyP24-dcLxv5mK0DKvjNf6ttcsCOv6f6_PAZmDhseqQaX_9ZQ-KdzStNfWB5wETuInp2I2VQSRYXJAAYwdeDMRqm6aFGnQP-Oupt3lVPNVcahJpdY/s400/P2100017.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div>Aidan pretending to be me- the little darling....</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmoqSB4sBWZ6JDdVROVAJvT5bigLRiUZmMTHLoUMHsBvFZTjfIbbfhcVYZnjxWqO8mDMXo2TeC5l-hiXOU2e6K8rH2H1XXTC44ZQKEd2yyXRZ_mZn4L9Ff7svqgY5k_HsZHJapgexkuCeD/s1600-h/P2120021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072783186246994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmoqSB4sBWZ6JDdVROVAJvT5bigLRiUZmMTHLoUMHsBvFZTjfIbbfhcVYZnjxWqO8mDMXo2TeC5l-hiXOU2e6K8rH2H1XXTC44ZQKEd2yyXRZ_mZn4L9Ff7svqgY5k_HsZHJapgexkuCeD/s400/P2120021.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>and Kendra!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRl0533UKfKCjdXsqQoIxuqFu5WD2HzrgEp_qTEIllKR5zh5G7lCTBGVIP7MFQ6HzJGz8RTXL0GoK2G1AI9cjGv2dX1GWQhsKN0Lort9_4w91ZIDXaeXe9tkNWmPpRbOpbTuooCBrnY8Ks/s1600-h/P2120023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072776737204946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRl0533UKfKCjdXsqQoIxuqFu5WD2HzrgEp_qTEIllKR5zh5G7lCTBGVIP7MFQ6HzJGz8RTXL0GoK2G1AI9cjGv2dX1GWQhsKN0Lort9_4w91ZIDXaeXe9tkNWmPpRbOpbTuooCBrnY8Ks/s400/P2120023.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>AT LAST!!!! The first time... ever i saw your face.... </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHNlubzemgM3FVaDPNekpzASxDVwecje4IVPrhUedDV3TSZuen6ntoGooe8YI8GfJXl8QoIfP3J9Igf4MXGTBhnu8vJBs0gC0X5EF8ov9ilGVfg9_lhHr9KWzPI80uycizreQoS99Y9Fe/s1600-h/P3200023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072790507945170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHNlubzemgM3FVaDPNekpzASxDVwecje4IVPrhUedDV3TSZuen6ntoGooe8YI8GfJXl8QoIfP3J9Igf4MXGTBhnu8vJBs0gC0X5EF8ov9ilGVfg9_lhHr9KWzPI80uycizreQoS99Y9Fe/s400/P3200023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Going home March 22nd</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVglocCIAr2Jlzj07RcDBjDsb0ecRM-j2V-I8-JYhjiUcjgidFR4AurYTXfq6woGsvDShlcdyQUYBqzVnkV7kwribnjUDCmGKEw6FTFjRZfW3B9Elg7eHikTS47EJrxBrrSchLSxs8kQl/s1600-h/P3220051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072192978500690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVglocCIAr2Jlzj07RcDBjDsb0ecRM-j2V-I8-JYhjiUcjgidFR4AurYTXfq6woGsvDShlcdyQUYBqzVnkV7kwribnjUDCmGKEw6FTFjRZfW3B9Elg7eHikTS47EJrxBrrSchLSxs8kQl/s400/P3220051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />In her cradle March 25- Found out she lost 12 ounces!!! The doctor is worried and her jaundice is too high! But with round the clock feedings every hour so she puts on weight and kicks the jaundice!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguykfkrw9d4kp4fvaQS-bkZqCR8RG3cFcJJeNt4__yKBt0SXSYI_bSWuJEOBcpB4rkHAFDBCo2iXL1IQWl1YwPkQ47A5cIBGI6j6cLTae7a8osbCRhbFmJfpBqsnCwiU9nsjh0NIrFRx-S/s1600-h/P3250059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072183638330690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguykfkrw9d4kp4fvaQS-bkZqCR8RG3cFcJJeNt4__yKBt0SXSYI_bSWuJEOBcpB4rkHAFDBCo2iXL1IQWl1YwPkQ47A5cIBGI6j6cLTae7a8osbCRhbFmJfpBqsnCwiU9nsjh0NIrFRx-S/s400/P3250059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Daddy's girls! Today she weighs 6.6lbs so she gained 6 ounces is 3 days!!! Yea~<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_nFyAEDK_N0sdQrFHcEu7wCKGb1emIaQ61UrvxFyshl9yQ5QQ_CKsxpnXlWl5Nl64CTGBLfqcETW4RUlm6mS87LA8rBkK0wQBfIsUK7mZ2R8pQm_GzshEuO85EKbKwobY3IWLBsO_mpK/s1600-h/P3270068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072181207557730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_nFyAEDK_N0sdQrFHcEu7wCKGb1emIaQ61UrvxFyshl9yQ5QQ_CKsxpnXlWl5Nl64CTGBLfqcETW4RUlm6mS87LA8rBkK0wQBfIsUK7mZ2R8pQm_GzshEuO85EKbKwobY3IWLBsO_mpK/s400/P3270068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />MArch 31 ~~~~~~7lbs... Yea!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_xxNDwmfH6dbHQVdvOC0iBEHasrDaUqPTV22yqOCY8HWVuuVmacVV3B8pNN4UXzZ2V5ktc-CR-rqEdzprWxKogm2ZL_QUEapczlTLmUCd7f64pS8P7HiDUGTX93MlttOf18vdAaZFr9u/s1600-h/P3270097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072176028669490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_xxNDwmfH6dbHQVdvOC0iBEHasrDaUqPTV22yqOCY8HWVuuVmacVV3B8pNN4UXzZ2V5ktc-CR-rqEdzprWxKogm2ZL_QUEapczlTLmUCd7f64pS8P7HiDUGTX93MlttOf18vdAaZFr9u/s400/P3270097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />7 days old!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071421397689122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj43SwgDvu_wxCdH0CupoaDvYXqTQRWOw5O23Itq5onZ-G8dfrzM3VGM_vp0-FjnvjcX_mqGiMIwCE-52pG8pMB-th156JVVGfKBZnWHoc_SpFHPI9vqh5BClACP-cIEAjGjIY5If31qt3p/s400/P3270140.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />First Bath<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PS-28nvATdO5H0dDq_feN7s6m4-t2x_4cMb-tIz2jh0cb8tNvkiINfwObngjxM8YBevfkZMcDXiXZjiRANtvjNQyvU4OreIqbPTcKM_m6pi1VheOtGFvFah6FcbFVbIyBPfHclPSUSos/s1600-h/P3270133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071410861906770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PS-28nvATdO5H0dDq_feN7s6m4-t2x_4cMb-tIz2jh0cb8tNvkiINfwObngjxM8YBevfkZMcDXiXZjiRANtvjNQyvU4OreIqbPTcKM_m6pi1VheOtGFvFah6FcbFVbIyBPfHclPSUSos/s400/P3270133.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTg5bWdb66QTLlMlVhAwsCw55SmpEg-4EoVQonrf8kSXaB1KFzHXUhTiNBiOVB-c19Pz5vttKZzwFdwoZ-VmHGkddTaGj4x5Gh-2_5p6gYfen3spn8mkiCZI10J9t6yyGfLsh9mGmR26m1/s1600-h/P3270130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071410036012450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTg5bWdb66QTLlMlVhAwsCw55SmpEg-4EoVQonrf8kSXaB1KFzHXUhTiNBiOVB-c19Pz5vttKZzwFdwoZ-VmHGkddTaGj4x5Gh-2_5p6gYfen3spn8mkiCZI10J9t6yyGfLsh9mGmR26m1/s400/P3270130.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One very tired mama!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGRY7zwPSMbjdbuvK7CSzOR3p8EWxxG3IO9WDd0lwADZvPoe6VvVkB2Vam2peIY6-O9OYX7Tn0bGyFsp3jhX1OOuZXNB8vCOs1fDRvU9mIkMQN3H8pGkY6JVthkqadcX8Yw5VX7JFpEVM/s1600-h/P3270129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071402754330178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGRY7zwPSMbjdbuvK7CSzOR3p8EWxxG3IO9WDd0lwADZvPoe6VvVkB2Vam2peIY6-O9OYX7Tn0bGyFsp3jhX1OOuZXNB8vCOs1fDRvU9mIkMQN3H8pGkY6JVthkqadcX8Yw5VX7JFpEVM/s400/P3270129.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div><br />Toilet paper war at nana's! <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>APRIL</strong></span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTnc_kKiUxhzg2-aSeTpG-Z4LEL6CfrSAP44hU60iQOAhye-5aAgwUtbtUcw2XLsr6CjtmO2jfiCvz-se72dKCp1lImCTQyyam6ql-yJ2HatDZXRBst2jZCKm3UV_X5erVvM3UQrzXt-m/s1600-h/P3280170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070911751671106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTnc_kKiUxhzg2-aSeTpG-Z4LEL6CfrSAP44hU60iQOAhye-5aAgwUtbtUcw2XLsr6CjtmO2jfiCvz-se72dKCp1lImCTQyyam6ql-yJ2HatDZXRBst2jZCKm3UV_X5erVvM3UQrzXt-m/s400/P3280170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2B8ccepv9qDWflLLZ2hDA5W8c-gNEHM7NtBZxtKEe5JWKzmkZ2_fTAZS8Wsll3_S62zQvOTLUMH0yFcqRF-MZYXevl2uvVfmGZnDZOMn2NSL6cgngYTv13dy7SWMomn8O-LM8X_nKLbe/s1600-h/P3280158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070907082893938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2B8ccepv9qDWflLLZ2hDA5W8c-gNEHM7NtBZxtKEe5JWKzmkZ2_fTAZS8Wsll3_S62zQvOTLUMH0yFcqRF-MZYXevl2uvVfmGZnDZOMn2NSL6cgngYTv13dy7SWMomn8O-LM8X_nKLbe/s400/P3280158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguUPRaK8xEiuZDjmaT14_4vwB_cqlHnAabzbE7a4joxbTX_cn-LSRgBq2XuwsTVKdGTbZiyzvpmmYYhnrdOejQtK_RsVbWlpOElEstpCSxk2S7kiTNekOvYu5wnbtGnTe2wMooCU1Aj52W/s1600-h/P3280156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070902353911090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguUPRaK8xEiuZDjmaT14_4vwB_cqlHnAabzbE7a4joxbTX_cn-LSRgBq2XuwsTVKdGTbZiyzvpmmYYhnrdOejQtK_RsVbWlpOElEstpCSxk2S7kiTNekOvYu5wnbtGnTe2wMooCU1Aj52W/s400/P3280156.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Aidan's sisters! Karly is 8 .13lbs now April 8th</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2ZriWUOxAMLd4G-ecN7nrFYAXRuG-UO4RuYxfBkn-vjAMt421m7jENyZyiXQ2uq9LT9VMFcXEKap2pWqRSIr7CSAjdTKAHRTTznZzPfgY1-zu6veW-15B2-qLeSHn4TfkeDedw9nzNya/s1600-h/P3280148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070893446809506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2ZriWUOxAMLd4G-ecN7nrFYAXRuG-UO4RuYxfBkn-vjAMt421m7jENyZyiXQ2uq9LT9VMFcXEKap2pWqRSIr7CSAjdTKAHRTTznZzPfgY1-zu6veW-15B2-qLeSHn4TfkeDedw9nzNya/s400/P3280148.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Good night kisses!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihloUsBGrg4AfLTMb7FuKp0TicChoCS8OzHQ7ukPy3osbLc6AcfJyQkJIHPuOaMe8_WVSsDb1i8jQV6mYvJoWzS5v2zQqc9MZzQIo8Ba_RfPYkLybyW0W4TBxi6SwUXd46BDEGYdcXw-Gh/s1600-h/P3270144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070889658406706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihloUsBGrg4AfLTMb7FuKp0TicChoCS8OzHQ7ukPy3osbLc6AcfJyQkJIHPuOaMe8_WVSsDb1i8jQV6mYvJoWzS5v2zQqc9MZzQIo8Ba_RfPYkLybyW0W4TBxi6SwUXd46BDEGYdcXw-Gh/s400/P3270144.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4roLLVB66kxdbgutKnP3ylY4H2CUZeK-RPlejK7ne-ALdATPspw7bpLA85o5er4S_MwZSTpDS51rSJRiq2iQKdLOcO3Dk7VRMTdRgB308SVHqnkYX9TWbFbDy2p5MNBpwabUYAz3UUiV/s1600-h/P3270137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071417593692594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4roLLVB66kxdbgutKnP3ylY4H2CUZeK-RPlejK7ne-ALdATPspw7bpLA85o5er4S_MwZSTpDS51rSJRiq2iQKdLOcO3Dk7VRMTdRgB308SVHqnkYX9TWbFbDy2p5MNBpwabUYAz3UUiV/s400/P3270137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />1 Month old! ~~~~9.13lbs~~~~</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJgJ3IJ8bW7E8L0uOYUwWEJjK0_VeEWc2WALC71bVrAi6ZCsVsibvf_G98Agx588guUlBt1jx2pEit9FF8SBmj4AjkQ6CFs8tggfomjE4UPnivsY0td8WPeVcp7NiuG3roBjcsxz_yWQL/s1600-h/124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070261808765314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJgJ3IJ8bW7E8L0uOYUwWEJjK0_VeEWc2WALC71bVrAi6ZCsVsibvf_G98Agx588guUlBt1jx2pEit9FF8SBmj4AjkQ6CFs8tggfomjE4UPnivsY0td8WPeVcp7NiuG3roBjcsxz_yWQL/s400/124.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXG18dWPUM8P3aVTpwJGoXlCRg3Mtanv_lrq0gwzWJSPqBHn9QxNADFqvIN6fuSrwMjojw1bVd_hO4nhUn79H1K3LkdFwQIW4irTZQw5FMAMabd8ySMUVooZB0p9-q5jTm5K5YAa2P1ceo/s1600-h/110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070252036953090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXG18dWPUM8P3aVTpwJGoXlCRg3Mtanv_lrq0gwzWJSPqBHn9QxNADFqvIN6fuSrwMjojw1bVd_hO4nhUn79H1K3LkdFwQIW4irTZQw5FMAMabd8ySMUVooZB0p9-q5jTm5K5YAa2P1ceo/s400/110.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5so02OiyfL1Hz9OgqVzZ98so-XxskNb3dOuAHVgzfBVG17v4oPGISg6XTOm45cUrkBctvElMDJUNq5knWtP5HQwsqGLzN8CTlt6pCLrsmtpGK9BAVsVjBRHg5ERdH8cZGIRMkdCv5Kot8/s1600-h/P4020173.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339070248494047410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5so02OiyfL1Hz9OgqVzZ98so-XxskNb3dOuAHVgzfBVG17v4oPGISg6XTOm45cUrkBctvElMDJUNq5knWtP5HQwsqGLzN8CTlt6pCLrsmtpGK9BAVsVjBRHg5ERdH8cZGIRMkdCv5Kot8/s400/P4020173.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tu tu!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAspGi0OQSsm_MHr2BFH2euzDVIGKF6RSPBcXvJcnGNvjw_2HoM4-MpFA6fah2ucTLFHScBvzQrtUzSfQ5EdLohpSDdtATC2q7bMsA2DQBPcgRlCcdH1ibbivNRm707rBugUe5Rw2pS3-x/s1600-h/P4060182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339069549330987874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAspGi0OQSsm_MHr2BFH2euzDVIGKF6RSPBcXvJcnGNvjw_2HoM4-MpFA6fah2ucTLFHScBvzQrtUzSfQ5EdLohpSDdtATC2q7bMsA2DQBPcgRlCcdH1ibbivNRm707rBugUe5Rw2pS3-x/s400/P4060182.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf45Ddw7mfuguxzT6Gj7iHRdJUpeY5v-8M7u-3tkKLfyy9QBsGfd1_361yJQRAHs-EALuA_arkMLXo7zghKwXmdOzbfEtNfAZweAwCszvS0LIF3EdBPSTUI3fdFHJDcZ4V4-GoBfcOI9Q/s1600-h/P4050176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339069545618804322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf45Ddw7mfuguxzT6Gj7iHRdJUpeY5v-8M7u-3tkKLfyy9QBsGfd1_361yJQRAHs-EALuA_arkMLXo7zghKwXmdOzbfEtNfAZweAwCszvS0LIF3EdBPSTUI3fdFHJDcZ4V4-GoBfcOI9Q/s400/P4050176.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Size does matter... Kendi's diaper next to Karly's.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnv3gpXLtXdHueScgQ_dy_ci3-4sRjYa-inD3YYaLNit_tsnzMX6dZ_DO_QHXGyXB7_VKEN5jU5aaoyq-12HVCXNJl5yn1NQt8cEn5_KK1TJ4lbuI59Hwg4S6wqx2emTDr3kKBlYkVGUB/s1600-h/P4050174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339069538070495810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnv3gpXLtXdHueScgQ_dy_ci3-4sRjYa-inD3YYaLNit_tsnzMX6dZ_DO_QHXGyXB7_VKEN5jU5aaoyq-12HVCXNJl5yn1NQt8cEn5_KK1TJ4lbuI59Hwg4S6wqx2emTDr3kKBlYkVGUB/s400/P4050174.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Aidan's Soccer Game!<br /><div>\<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk42P4wCbUuP71TJtm7O_UpMZb8W0QSLOHJ5V8zuVdU5aMIQvz2lx3Zs4fRJNa8pw9UrDZHI5r3lehaymJ968zroObflptWPcuXRZuiGydASqceesFtibi46lE1j9DKoZcgMZvYyiKQvez/s1600-h/161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339069535204336738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk42P4wCbUuP71TJtm7O_UpMZb8W0QSLOHJ5V8zuVdU5aMIQvz2lx3Zs4fRJNa8pw9UrDZHI5r3lehaymJ968zroObflptWPcuXRZuiGydASqceesFtibi46lE1j9DKoZcgMZvYyiKQvez/s400/161.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXyw7oKkzbbooaGqtPQSaLKnP7OQ7tgBDYRsOzjUqNCPZuUudC8_kEU-6cBgT28CjTVFQ7UJz5ZaMhdByR284_1YUXaOQ5_KAONi9kqTcZWCjeJMAr4WML452WpXfNtd_TSnvO4aaIVg0/s1600-h/P4180238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339068501161836626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXyw7oKkzbbooaGqtPQSaLKnP7OQ7tgBDYRsOzjUqNCPZuUudC8_kEU-6cBgT28CjTVFQ7UJz5ZaMhdByR284_1YUXaOQ5_KAONi9kqTcZWCjeJMAr4WML452WpXfNtd_TSnvO4aaIVg0/s400/P4180238.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Aidan show-n-telling his new sister<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgbmn65zAINZwRtwghcJ7fgvbjxplF8qnEuqFGDneSQowrM8ryEdGEEJcpIirpPowaqBX7-SUxxoFa_Ev4uCsqL_XSmdzOr-1Ta9Skkn4t9Xc8V5Gji0n0In-llEBp96amsHp_abecfxa/s1600-h/143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339069529963540434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgbmn65zAINZwRtwghcJ7fgvbjxplF8qnEuqFGDneSQowrM8ryEdGEEJcpIirpPowaqBX7-SUxxoFa_Ev4uCsqL_XSmdzOr-1Ta9Skkn4t9Xc8V5Gji0n0In-llEBp96amsHp_abecfxa/s400/143.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7k5_Piew-K8nX58aXsABTWybyLx4zi4FJpuDc78XVdDti68if9FUYPgTFLv0HoNwzDcNnzgqou763z6MwzjhnCGAkoOp8pn_wpqb98MNIh4w8pJDO5tBzRXUuL1SXVbsvjN0wIX3-sri/s1600-h/P4170232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339068494433987970" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_JI2WyZ4EC6XUjW5b15XHS5GZ-42gsYUJTkzZMNDO2uaPSENhegR5ajho6BpOxwPXoBbsJQaVLrV_OJQg_WczJs_abi6iBfmtz8ON3gtdj4lLS_OvvgwPQGccYY14ByO3jmbdMDorfwz/s400/P4100192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Big Bear trip march 30!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacIQxv5I0P2r6-Kk5SL6gksEjJicsVp1xoHMEsCIcEg0KYwhU9YAWXaPN0H6LHmw6vvE4KM8CKsROKV6oGFIjW_ajnc1MfKK43yIvH79NTgSpxaMMtARMnhnGDptbmpH-WaSdBYaBcp7B/s1600-h/P5040036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339063623552107906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacIQxv5I0P2r6-Kk5SL6gksEjJicsVp1xoHMEsCIcEg0KYwhU9YAWXaPN0H6LHmw6vvE4KM8CKsROKV6oGFIjW_ajnc1MfKK43yIvH79NTgSpxaMMtARMnhnGDptbmpH-WaSdBYaBcp7B/s400/P5040036.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtICEjKKtS_FbR-UyOg9CyTf09-K8J0yIhm8WGvznfN7fQEUqknOCQRYzkP1d8YcQFYHOZbg_YobunyjQt348x_jVeLWiQDgnzqRKUn1yJgIqJWTjmC-ZMV2HIitGwyWPJ0ghXZdjNRe0L/s1600-h/P4300009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339068509769606514" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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I 'wore' her all day long. She went on all the rides right along with me. She slept the whole time!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3RsYawv4AhJR2XY9MIhn3v9RH32EneAHImSk8bVooX9snpn05ZlmjDWcX8fnGtglp8Qa65zB1rzDB9E81UhJ-L_SDt-OQSkPHcNb0elq38yiEKp_k4OvK685M6b5HV9_74KAyo2VNz6Z/s1600-h/P5050103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339061844325342018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3RsYawv4AhJR2XY9MIhn3v9RH32EneAHImSk8bVooX9snpn05ZlmjDWcX8fnGtglp8Qa65zB1rzDB9E81UhJ-L_SDt-OQSkPHcNb0elq38yiEKp_k4OvK685M6b5HV9_74KAyo2VNz6Z/s400/P5050103.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cGdtluTh-EeJmzJ-xljEJZ_Pa-u7BJ2pJBuEJ_SGErnsYoap3po3X3BfypvVradcfU-FefOvE1502fp-t5ygKi1X-oZw9YRp-4jDZ9QXcG0bgxsxHKo0kH9XIP6KwkduIj5ckYHZbJIs/s1600-h/P5050083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339061839861266242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cGdtluTh-EeJmzJ-xljEJZ_Pa-u7BJ2pJBuEJ_SGErnsYoap3po3X3BfypvVradcfU-FefOvE1502fp-t5ygKi1X-oZw9YRp-4jDZ9QXcG0bgxsxHKo0kH9XIP6KwkduIj5ckYHZbJIs/s400/P5050083.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My healthy girl. Went to the doctor on May 11th for a checkup. They weighed her and she was 8.3lbs. Which means she lost a pound and a 1/2!!! The doctor started talking about failure to thrive and that i needed to bottle feed and record her feedings every hour and see him back in three days. If she had not gained wt we would either admit her or hook her up to some sort of feeding tube! OF course i was in tears and histerical. When i look at her she looks like she has gained!!! I went to the breast feeding clinic to insure that i was doing it right. They took her and gave me the pitty look after i told her about the wt loss. The nurse gently assured me that this just happens sometime... i know as a nurse that it is usually do to a lack of bonding though... This baby has been BONDED with! They gently place her on the scale and .... 10.8lbs.... Her doctors scale was BROKEN!!! I cried with joy!!! So i got my self a little plumpy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfyzssDJVZ5JUBvrXbiiUkiGpc7GbnXESY87vWS4q1Yimjczmu5TvD2riBqN_9vjCuqcckuAR_JFCSuK9iNIkjU-KhM2ss23fkVcj8SFBI6kiJMbeEc4FzIbJDMMwtoZtwVEYdXd3SZvW/s1600-h/P5100174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339061853978541362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfyzssDJVZ5JUBvrXbiiUkiGpc7GbnXESY87vWS4q1Yimjczmu5TvD2riBqN_9vjCuqcckuAR_JFCSuK9iNIkjU-KhM2ss23fkVcj8SFBI6kiJMbeEc4FzIbJDMMwtoZtwVEYdXd3SZvW/s400/P5100174.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCs3iOP_d8OfMfepVqxSl8xgcRcB7CJlg1OkWJaF8_JL9_O46na3uOj6U7roPUqkXEkTRRrXS9tYnlJiX-OYCuScHRXxwZGrejNG8mYCX_Ka6S_al0Q40X183w_y9oJTkgnNWwklJkVZ0/s1600-h/P5060158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339061849256184994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCs3iOP_d8OfMfepVqxSl8xgcRcB7CJlg1OkWJaF8_JL9_O46na3uOj6U7roPUqkXEkTRRrXS9tYnlJiX-OYCuScHRXxwZGrejNG8mYCX_Ka6S_al0Q40X183w_y9oJTkgnNWwklJkVZ0/s400/P5060158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />May 20 2009 She is currently a healthy 11 lbs!!! </div><div>I LIKE 'EM BIG!! I LIKE 'EM CHUNKY!!! I LIKE 'EM ROUND... I LIKE 'EM PLUMPY!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsEnDioG0aO8w-naPTsc0IONdG7MLTvryxwHlvv0RNch1X83OfJLsX4chF0-yRcx4tAUFsSqeFm1WFyvEWKPQCtzpL0ZwwXW39aAEARr0CkwA9SpHoYso3o3LBv6JA2On-fKI2KB38YoL/s1600-h/P5180187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339061868159845954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsEnDioG0aO8w-naPTsc0IONdG7MLTvryxwHlvv0RNch1X83OfJLsX4chF0-yRcx4tAUFsSqeFm1WFyvEWKPQCtzpL0ZwwXW39aAEARr0CkwA9SpHoYso3o3LBv6JA2On-fKI2KB38YoL/s400/P5180187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>This last two months have felt like the quickest months of my life. It is amazing how slow the end of the pregnancy feels then life soars by the second your baby takes their first breath! Karly is such a good baby. She rarely cries, sleeps & eats well, and just started to smile and coo. I couldn't be more in love with her! My life is very blessed!! I am a bit tired though!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063662882884746992.post-55056162934652035052009-04-18T16:09:00.000-07:002009-04-18T16:37:31.108-07:00There are no words...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAXZSfgSsMdmdBEMHt-r000y7lymFGDTHN2nLVfHW-9NFjYve3f3HZ6zlGavJHuLn82Y2HX3JHoCdlnSoQZxp5cctzL9XVxFdlivp6Wm3g5NYv5wOenjcAQ5JWDbjzfDtldMo5YhbUCOt/s1600-h/Whitsell009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326178486553424306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRAXZSfgSsMdmdBEMHt-r000y7lymFGDTHN2nLVfHW-9NFjYve3f3HZ6zlGavJHuLn82Y2HX3JHoCdlnSoQZxp5cctzL9XVxFdlivp6Wm3g5NYv5wOenjcAQ5JWDbjzfDtldMo5YhbUCOt/s400/Whitsell009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08ZwPSuY9wckvsA6GaydYuuaw85we2MRVyR_OfQCOfVJE6mSpa8ZZp3DLsIPfAc0FisOAsd3Ru_foMa4qMAsrDfXWttTHtJMji0BWpZbqFdQei_6OlGyd60vS0FlDsK5mKid5PSS6Ux90/s1600-h/Whitsell013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326178370899247618" style="WIDTH: 267px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqcHYDtdE6on9u9skoVGZjKioZxzaheFgYPn9bGJ85XmHAEbIh_iu4PfpX3y0vac7mcmXgyi3MQLc9Fip7fQmBxoQC5lycGyUGDXURuEBxcaSbkFO7yEo_wtzD_cJAVJMG0XCwc3YrfSl/s400/Whitsell026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqw0qXziWQnEzjHYAiB5VZYkfMNAKSevCqbBclL5mXkORPP_it9zIQPJFizJIZ9nvDLFxKJviidOP6CNwHOsXhQmjvexGyhRlg1quylbnFjXJkWHehB2qALHoQtOhzcgUnJpfqK68z-Rx/s1600-h/Whitsell023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326173411134667250" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqw0qXziWQnEzjHYAiB5VZYkfMNAKSevCqbBclL5mXkORPP_it9zIQPJFizJIZ9nvDLFxKJviidOP6CNwHOsXhQmjvexGyhRlg1quylbnFjXJkWHehB2qALHoQtOhzcgUnJpfqK68z-Rx/s400/Whitsell023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qDnQEFslSTm513UW7TaRGRvaYs7GQ8MXk4u08oFtCC2Os3H09kX3I3YPRHX86t57Xr5Dg36PXst64gcEmSueGhFFfapJ8BalYBklFBiYrLkw1lSWkAitJrU-X0FD7St2bujBtFLDE6uE/s1600-h/Whitsell089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326173407700733266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qDnQEFslSTm513UW7TaRGRvaYs7GQ8MXk4u08oFtCC2Os3H09kX3I3YPRHX86t57Xr5Dg36PXst64gcEmSueGhFFfapJ8BalYBklFBiYrLkw1lSWkAitJrU-X0FD7St2bujBtFLDE6uE/s400/Whitsell089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILKdsf6jCALxmLBjzj2cHIlJwmHLiTyErhbE_KbRUiAYUrHiY26CmVAvFGEgyLvZhaqNIGfwh7S55FWVOkfOXIopcCdx1vkhUHSuh1gB3e0nB2Tp__u0zab3LsjClwsIYFtDgk0fLHEmV/s1600-h/Whitsell053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326173378421090386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILKdsf6jCALxmLBjzj2cHIlJwmHLiTyErhbE_KbRUiAYUrHiY26CmVAvFGEgyLvZhaqNIGfwh7S55FWVOkfOXIopcCdx1vkhUHSuh1gB3e0nB2Tp__u0zab3LsjClwsIYFtDgk0fLHEmV/s400/Whitsell053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnO7UJJnDKEyxpI3yr2K0Ocf80e8Rtd7QBzVYzwC1BrM0H8l_7G1t9xgGjQr8mNCd9PirsRxS5p8ebh75QYll_ZIm8eK0wXsgo4DjzvXyeMYw1uciQv4MGLCjKQAIkw-77UDwPh_pkZloV/s1600-h/Whitsell054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326173371646238034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnO7UJJnDKEyxpI3yr2K0Ocf80e8Rtd7QBzVYzwC1BrM0H8l_7G1t9xgGjQr8mNCd9PirsRxS5p8ebh75QYll_ZIm8eK0wXsgo4DjzvXyeMYw1uciQv4MGLCjKQAIkw-77UDwPh_pkZloV/s400/Whitsell054.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Thank you <a href="http://jacobmariano.blogspot.com/">Jake and Jessica Mariano</a>. You are the most amazing photographers ever!!!! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>WhitsellFamily4http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126056053506713954noreply@blogger.com2