tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69731661359543064212023-11-16T02:48:24.343-05:00Me and my blessingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-51916992629071504882013-12-27T22:34:00.001-05:002013-12-27T22:47:41.042-05:00Christmas 2013<div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Without my parents, brother and my boys, I'm not sure I would have made it</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> through Christmas 2013. This year was been a whirlwind. Full of raw emotions that I'm not sure I still understand. This is the first year in over 7 years that I've been alone on Christmas. Don't get me wrong, I'm OK with being alone, however it is much more difficult when children are involved. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Christmas is about family, love and togetherness. And that is just what this Christmas was all about. The boys and I were surrounded by people who love us unconditionally. They are there for us in good times and bad...through thick and thin. Because after all, isn't that what family is supposed to be? The one person who has your back when no one else does? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">One thing I've definitely learned is the people you think have your back and are there for you no matter what are NO where to be found when things get tough. They are the first to turn their back and pretend they saw and know nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">For me, Christmas 2013 was new traditions. A new "normal" for the boys and I....picking out our first live Christmas tree in over 14 years. This is the "first" of many to come. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So with 2014 knocking on our door, I look forward to new beginning, making new memories and new traditions. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The past year has been full of broken promises, disappointment and heartache. The past does not define our future. The best is yet to come!</span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-79934368782472463802013-12-17T11:15:00.000-05:002013-12-17T11:16:06.202-05:00There's No Future in the Past...With every post I always say that I'm going to post more often. And before I know it, time has gone by, things have changed and it's been months since I last blogged.<br />
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I'm not even sure where to start. This year didn't exactly start off like I had ever imagined. By March every hope, dream and prayer I had seemed to be crushed. My marriage of 6 1/2 years was over. I prayed so hard that God would bring us back together and we would be able to reconcile. And then it became very clear to me. Pastor Perry Noble with <a href="http://www.newspring.cc/">www.newspring.cc</a> preached on a series and one thing I learned was God loves me, is always with me and has greater plans for me. No matter how hard I prayed, we have to remember to pray according to God's will. I truly had to accept that maybe I wasn't praying according to God's will and just maybe it wasn't meant to be. Just admitting this alone brings tears to my eyes and is hard to accept. I've remained silent about so much and to protect my children, I choose to still do so.<br />
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Instead of focusing on the negative, I chose to focus on goodness and blessings in my life. I have a job with Berchtold Corporation and work with some awesome people. People that I consider my friends. They have went from being complete strangers to helping wipe away tears when I needed someone the most to just be there for me. You truly do find out who your friends are and who will turn their back and pretend they saw nothing. To my true friends, I will be forever grateful. God has truly put you in my life for a reason. You have been like His angels helping me see my way.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-85207745470622423122011-11-21T22:31:00.000-05:002011-11-21T22:31:36.035-05:00"What if..."<div style="text-align: left;">All too often I've tried to determine my own destiny. All the while questioning and doubting along the way. The "what if's" have been endless. You would think I would know by now that faith is not believing that God can see us through, it is knowing that He will. This past year has been one uncertainty after another. And as much as I'd like to say that I didn't lean on my own understanding, I did just that. I tried to make sense of each and every turn of events. After two career changes (in less than six months), a husband injured in two separate accidents, financial hardship beyond what I could have imagined and a marriage of five years continued to hit below rock bottom, I think every ounce of faith I had crumbled. As hard as it is for me to understand, I have to believe that everything happens for a reason and through each and every trial, there is a lesson to be taught. Life is truly a gift and so are the loved ones we share it with. Our time here is not guaranteed and it is got promised to be an easy one for us. We are promised God's unconditional love. A love that surpasses all understanding. A forgiving love when we screw up time after time again. A love that provides comfort, healing and understanding. <strong>1 Corinthians 13:4-8 </strong> Love is patient; love is kind. Love does not envy; is not boastful; is not conceited; <sup id="en-HCSB-28843">5</sup> does not act improperly; is not selfish; is not provoked; does not keep a record of wrongs; <sup id="en-HCSB-28844">6</sup> finds no joy in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth; <sup id="en-HCSB-28845">7</sup> bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. <sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">8</span></sup> Love never fails. I love the lyrics of this song. It reminds me that some of the greatest blessings do not always appear to be blessings at all. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We pray for blessings<br />
We pray for peace<br />
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep<br />
We pray for healing, for prosperity<br />
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering<br />
All the while, You hear each spoken need<br />
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things<br />
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'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops<br />
What if Your healing comes through tears<br />
What if a thousand sleepless nights <br />
Are what it takes to know You’re near<br />
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise<br />
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We pray for wisdom<br />
Your voice to hear<br />
And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near<br />
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love<br />
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough<br />
All the while, You hear each desperate plea<br />
And long that we'd have faith to believe<br />
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'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops<br />
What if Your healing comes through tears<br />
What if a thousand sleepless nights <br />
Are what it takes to know You’re near<br />
And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise<br />
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When friends betray us<br />
When darkness seems to win<br />
We know that pain reminds this heart<br />
That this is not, this is not our home<br />
It's not our home<br />
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'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops<br />
What if Your healing comes through tears<br />
And what if a thousand sleepless nights<br />
Are what it takes to know You’re near<br />
What if my greatest disappointments<br />
Or the aching of this life<br />
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy<br />
And what if trials of this life<br />
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights<br />
Are Your mercies in disguise</div><br />
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Over the past year or so, I've learned a lot. I've learned that if you pray for patience, brace yourself for the trials; because they will come...I promise you! I love the (MSG) translation of <strong>Deuteronomy 31:6. </strong>"Be strong. Take courage. Don't be intimidated. Don't give them a second thought because God, your God, is striding ahead of you. He's right there with you. He won't let you down; he won't leave you." And you know what? He won't. He doesn't let you down when you fail miserably. He doesn't turn away even when you push him away. In the midst of my darkness, God was right there, waiting for me to turn to Him and put all of my trust in Him. You see, I'm somewhat of a control freak. I like to know what is going on, I need to know all the details and I like to know well in advance. So when my life was rocked to the core, my first reaction was that I have this all under control, I can fix this! Umm...wrong...again! I'm still learning that I can't fix what isn't mine to fix. I have to let go, hand it over to God, and stop relying on my own understanding, because quite frankly, look where my understanding has got me this far? It has my marriage at rock bottom, on the verge of divorce and has me so far away from God, that it scares me. <br />
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One thing I do know is that our God is a forgiving God. No matter how many time I've totally blown it, He is always right there waiting for me to turn to Him. Right there waiting for me to hand it all over and surrender. I struggle daily with surrendering it all. So as a new chapter of my life has begun, I know that the outcome will be catastrophic if I continue to walk alone in my adventures. Instead of the Lord waiting on me...I should be handing it over and patiently wait on God's perfect timing. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm waiting on You, Lord </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I am hopeful </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm waiting on You, Lord </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Though it is painful </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But patiently, I will wait </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will move ahead, bold and confident </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking every step in obedience </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will serve You </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will worship </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will not faint </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be running the race </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even while I wait </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm waiting on You, Lord </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I am peaceful </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm waiting on You, Lord </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Though it's not easy </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But faithfully, I will wait </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I will wait </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will serve You while I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will worship while I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will serve You while I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will worship while I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will serve you while I'm waiting </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will worship while I'm waiting on You, Lord </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><a href="http://www.johnwallermusic.com/">By John Waller</a></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-80203017657456721712010-08-11T22:34:00.000-04:002010-08-11T22:34:51.474-04:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYrxE2ui28ICZTOgk6UIsu0xW5uQSzslMUyUMRnYQuAQuAuXznbSmqJjBYfKHq-dkkQqR6JrK9vXWiOhtrhULBovrDHCttK_rnNLRt6mknWkohV1DC1Id6j9oC4wyH3XlUIN8trkE1Hj6/s1600/IMG_1682a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYrxE2ui28ICZTOgk6UIsu0xW5uQSzslMUyUMRnYQuAQuAuXznbSmqJjBYfKHq-dkkQqR6JrK9vXWiOhtrhULBovrDHCttK_rnNLRt6mknWkohV1DC1Id6j9oC4wyH3XlUIN8trkE1Hj6/s640/IMG_1682a.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">defiantly</span> stayed busy. We went to a couple of parks, had a birthday party for our great pal Cole, rode a train at a state park, had a <a href="http://www.tastefullysimple.com/Cultures/en-US/">Tastefully Simple</a> party (more on that later...) and went to the Philadelphia Zoo. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Most of all, I love being able to spend time with the boys. With me working full time, sometimes it just seems like there are not enough hours in the day to get everything done. So to be able to sit back and enjoy the kids was a treat...at least for the first couple of days!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">Not to mention that once it starts spinning, it is nearly impossible to stop. Must be the same person that invinted the merry-go-round. Hmmm?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">As I mentioned before, we had a birthday party too! Our little friend Cole turned 1!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;">Cole had a blast at his first year birthday party with his friends. I think you can probably tell from the picture that he <em>really</em> likes cake too! We had an awesome time in New Jersey with our friends and we miss them terribly already. I sure do wish we lived closer to be able to share more adventures together. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-21008436310772809942010-07-14T10:16:00.000-04:002010-07-14T10:16:14.989-04:00Wednesday WordsMy life has led me down the road that’s so uncertain<br />
And now I am left alone and I am broken,<br />
Tryin’ to find my way, tryin’ to find the faith that’s gone<br />
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This time, I know that You are holding all the answers<br />
I’m tired of losing hope and taking chances,<br />
On roads that never seem,<br />
To be the ones that bring me home<br />
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Give me a revelation,<br />
Show me what to do<br />
Cause I’ve been tryin’ to find my way,<br />
I haven’t got a clue<br />
Tell me should I stay here,<br />
Or do I need to move<br />
Give me a revelation<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
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My life has led me down this path that’s ever winding<br />
Through every twist and turn I’m always finding,<br />
That I am lost again (I am lost again)<br />
Tell me when this road will ever end<br />
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Give me a revelation,<br />
Show me what to do<br />
Cause I’ve been tryin’ to find my way,<br />
I haven’t got a clue<br />
Tell me should I stay here,<br />
Or do I need to move<br />
Give me a revelation<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
I’ve got nothing without<br />
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I don’t know where I can turn<br />
Tell me when will I learn<br />
Won’t You show me where I need to go<br />
Oh oh<br />
Let me follow Your lead,<br />
I know that it’s the only way that I can get back home<br />
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Give me a revelation,<br />
Show me what to do<br />
Cause I’ve been trying to find my way,<br />
I haven’t got a clue<br />
Tell me should I stay here,<br />
Or do I need to move<br />
<br />
Give me a revelation<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
Oh, give me a revelation<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
I’ve got nothing without You<br />
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Revelation, by <a href="http://www.thirdday.com/">Third Day</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-41552855266546928672010-05-24T10:53:00.003-04:002010-05-24T10:58:32.346-04:00Now this is some funny stuff!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='312' height='257' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw-Ahm0IqKSN0GrU8dzTwFWEjevIObjNdxbfBgkrhLf1LF7xmLJhZ_NrSQ5GZ5USkw4Sc_35y3AO1QBZkg7ZA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-41341169156885402602010-04-23T12:12:00.000-04:002010-04-23T12:12:54.137-04:00Give me your best shot...<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It is feeling like Spring along the eastern coast, so last Saturday my littlest guy enjoyed some time outside learning to ride his little scoot around bike. He almost has it mastered. For some reason he can go faster backwards than forward. <br />
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I can't wait for the warm weather. There is nothing like long days on the beach and picnics at the park. Life is good!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-63686205382260724892010-03-05T14:45:00.001-05:002010-03-05T14:46:20.925-05:00Flash Back Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_YKxkFs33DVgqL4ATFCY2Ap1BXRlr3O2Dq3vB3MKOCwjIcRoVFArtzyrZhv_3YqqKiGJQFymMtXKl3p8bzbfUJTUsBLyK4NyUrwj6IdmmF1x7dHCRvdCPy3Fb45b-L7X6ij81o1luwnX/s1600-h/Hunter2yo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy_YKxkFs33DVgqL4ATFCY2Ap1BXRlr3O2Dq3vB3MKOCwjIcRoVFArtzyrZhv_3YqqKiGJQFymMtXKl3p8bzbfUJTUsBLyK4NyUrwj6IdmmF1x7dHCRvdCPy3Fb45b-L7X6ij81o1luwnX/s400/Hunter2yo.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hunter at his 2nd Birthday party! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-49973623685284682842010-03-04T22:26:00.001-05:002010-03-04T22:27:41.733-05:00A Carolina Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKwDL7mVGJxaND0-Jsi8w9wYgcpeXuGMtRht4j0TFhuwxHiBqDG0QNWaJGrGG-3t2Gd4EUA-4Ghi2B7oHy7MIbm_hnSXQ34ZOvc6qDTmYM6JdXUWwnNby_gXWPPNyDg1P_Ihp5Wk0biKY/s1600-h/IMG_3710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKwDL7mVGJxaND0-Jsi8w9wYgcpeXuGMtRht4j0TFhuwxHiBqDG0QNWaJGrGG-3t2Gd4EUA-4Ghi2B7oHy7MIbm_hnSXQ34ZOvc6qDTmYM6JdXUWwnNby_gXWPPNyDg1P_Ihp5Wk0biKY/s400/IMG_3710.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
It doesn't really get much better than <i>this! </i>There is nothing like walking along the sandy east coast shore and watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange as the sun sets. It is still a little cold here, but watching God's beauty transform across the horizon, brings warmth and peace to my heart.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-14303175644505182802010-02-22T12:26:00.003-05:002010-03-05T14:47:10.623-05:00Tantrums? No...Not my Child?!<center><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMyChildMONDAY.jpg" /> </a></center><center> </center><center> </center><br />
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Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. You can head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.<br />
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I have always prided myself on how well behaved my oldest son was (and still is). As a small boy, I could take him anywhere. He was always polite, used proper table manners and acted like he had been in public before.<br />
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When I found out I was pregnant with my second born, I was determined that things would be the same. I would have a well mannered little boy, just like his older brother. Besides, if I could accomplish this with one child, I certainly would have <em>no </em>problems with the second. Right?<br />
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Sure! I've got it all under control! This is <em>not</em> my 18 month old son lying on the floor pitching a fit. And if he did pitch a fit, I most certainly would <em>not </em>allow him to do it in public. You know, like on the dirty tile floor of McDonald's or something. And <em>if </em>he were to have a complete melt down in the middle of McDonald's on a Sunday afternoon during the lunch hour rush, I most certainly would correct the problem immediately and <em>not </em>take a picture! <br />
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So what’s going on with Owen, you ask? Well…<br />
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He weighs 23lb 11oz and is in the 25th percentile for his weight. <em>(So, Mr. Hunter, you can stop calling him fat boy!)</em> This is only 2oz more from what he was at 15 months. This may result from him being a very picky eater. He does not eat pasta. No spaghetti, no mac n cheese, no Chef Boyardee...none of it. He takes after Daddy and prefers meat and potatoes. He loves goldfish crackers, cheerios, yogurt and grilled cheese and will live on that alone if you let him. <br />
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He is 32 inches tall which puts him in the 50th percentile. There is still hope that he won't be a shrimp like his Bubba. ;)<br />
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You have probably noticed the new specs that Owen is sporting around in. At Owen’s 15 month check up, his pediatrician noticed that Owen appeared to have <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strabismus">strabismus</a> (crossing of the eyes). We had already noticed this and it was on our list of things to discuss with him. He referred him to a pediatric ophthalmologist with MUSC. Using a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retinoscope">retinoscope</a>, the doctor was able to determine that Owen is severely farsighted and has <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accommodative_esotropia#Accommodative_esotropia">accommodative esotropia</a>. This means that Owen can not see well up close. When he tries to focus, his left eye almost always crosses inward. Owen’s glasses allow him to see up close without any crossing of the eyes. He went for a check up this past Tuesday and his Ophthalmologist said that he is doing great. His glasses are correcting his vision and keeping his eyes from crossing. The doctor is certain that Owen will have to wear glasses throughout his adolescent years. He did say that around age 8, Owen’s farsightedness should start to improve and that by the time he is a teenager, he will most likely be out of glasses. <br />
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Owen’s vocabulary is expanding daily. He can say, Momma, Dada, Bubba, Nana, Papa, no, bye-bye and dawg (dog) to name a few. <br />
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He said his first phrase, “Good Job”, just a couple weeks ago. He now gives self praise all the time. Even when he puts something back that he was not supposed to touch in the first place.<br />
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Owen is a true blessing to our family. We all love him so much. He is such a joy and brings laughter to our hearts. We love you, Owen!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-78087252855685869892010-02-10T14:28:00.001-05:002010-02-10T14:40:27.596-05:00Etsy News...I'm so very excited that my chocolate covered strawberries are featured in Etsy's Handmade Blog, the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/storque/spotlight/etsy-finds-sweets-for-your-sweetheart-7014/">Storque</a>. Thanks Etsy! <br />
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Well...when you live in a house full of boys, it doesn't take very long to realize that <em>ANY</em> noise that somewhat resembles the sound of flatus is not just funny...it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hilarious</span>.<br />
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And there you have it folks. Owen is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">officially</span> corrupted. He laughed so hard at his rubber duck making what he thought resembled butt noises that he got the hiccups.<br />
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Boys will be boys!<br />
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Well, we headed out to the great outdoors for a fun day of "boy stuff".<br /><br />You know...like <strike>hunting</strike> holding GATORS!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="left"><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA49Ag6hyphenhyphenUkFQNDwAaXap6czoOPgRQ8p2Zh3gX88heEM1mWv57ARiqtJXl45hzyhKoIayKrHwSd-T2BMi1mSORmdY1cvD5d1N2Vd0td6wvLBH7UPe8_JuRzRoSaySG0mQq3aW1vNCS_hYZ/s1600-h/IMG_3326.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA49Ag6hyphenhyphenUkFQNDwAaXap6czoOPgRQ8p2Zh3gX88heEM1mWv57ARiqtJXl45hzyhKoIayKrHwSd-T2BMi1mSORmdY1cvD5d1N2Vd0td6wvLBH7UPe8_JuRzRoSaySG0mQq3aW1vNCS_hYZ/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" width="240" height="320" mt="true" /></a><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4d5xAenFVAF6t7_PYoL2Hd4-TOtlUSJnsYQ5E3KPG9oiTj3W4twwpzdfMR78a4dC93z_AVkt3UQOS497nAqdEazvdub7ASG2juYhc77HSoV3FQ4XsDuTxi54Glg21_1Jbyncb1yQ7PSE/s1600-h/IMG_3333.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4d5xAenFVAF6t7_PYoL2Hd4-TOtlUSJnsYQ5E3KPG9oiTj3W4twwpzdfMR78a4dC93z_AVkt3UQOS497nAqdEazvdub7ASG2juYhc77HSoV3FQ4XsDuTxi54Glg21_1Jbyncb1yQ7PSE/s320/IMG_3333.JPG" width="240" height="320" mt="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none">And why <em>YES</em>, this is a real alligator and <em>YES </em>I let Hunter hold it (because I'm cool like that) and <em>NO</em> she does <em>NOT</em> have her mouth taped shut. Hunter was fascinated with the baby alligator. I thought she was pretty cool too and would make an awesome pocket book. <em>Just Kidding...</em><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"><br />They also tried to get Hunter to hold a few snakes and a tarantula, but there was <em>no</em> way that was going to happen. I really wanted to hold the tarantula, but I was too chicken liver.<br /><br />Among holding a gator, he also held a turtle and fed some goats, monkeys, lemurs, chickens and rabbits. His favorite though was this little guy <em>(or shall I say girl).</em><br /><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YBXh5tFPWQHxVCbkdAoFdVFDYL4RV6mknYEKFH9mTbuBqHOm_YiypyHpi8DocUQ_0vmUYu7BMqD-RcIwVhVZGURRrSknRQupoJMkvfeWB7hyQEYGOLID2awLqFOH5IFi_wZW76P_A_mn/s1600-h/IMG_3307.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YBXh5tFPWQHxVCbkdAoFdVFDYL4RV6mknYEKFH9mTbuBqHOm_YiypyHpi8DocUQ_0vmUYu7BMqD-RcIwVhVZGURRrSknRQupoJMkvfeWB7hyQEYGOLID2awLqFOH5IFi_wZW76P_A_mn/s320/IMG_3307.JPG" mt="true" /></a><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQYte6vkuTVSqZ3uzA3o958FhTnwP56-zVZq-LmQH8lqQtPTzW327QE8L99ozjAmySWFM_TLgspIhnq0-JChpg4LbgwXMPUulaLWvJsoiUQRIwHPYfUdYwGNPgJqHLzTKrqZFf_DOBP-y/s1600-h/IMG_3343.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQYte6vkuTVSqZ3uzA3o958FhTnwP56-zVZq-LmQH8lqQtPTzW327QE8L99ozjAmySWFM_TLgspIhnq0-JChpg4LbgwXMPUulaLWvJsoiUQRIwHPYfUdYwGNPgJqHLzTKrqZFf_DOBP-y/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" mt="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; 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He was a little disappointed, but thrilled that he was able to get this close to a deer.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzmpiSb-MBX8geaZs-cBDcQMgJ5jPtHerxmOI6RyrBYQ7gs2grm7vqvcaHSF5i6FwHiAAwtWvfqQDFSzV3LMM13AqFW8ePwpuuvlFXbt4W9CHq8drnYH6koaVyVo87dBpVlKKWm-efvQ7/s1600-h/IMG_3337.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzmpiSb-MBX8geaZs-cBDcQMgJ5jPtHerxmOI6RyrBYQ7gs2grm7vqvcaHSF5i6FwHiAAwtWvfqQDFSzV3LMM13AqFW8ePwpuuvlFXbt4W9CHq8drnYH6koaVyVo87dBpVlKKWm-efvQ7/s320/IMG_3337.JPG" mt="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hunter and I had a lot fun. I'm so proud of his recent accomplishments and the smart young man he is becoming (minus the smart mouth). I love you Hunter. You make your Momma proud!<br /><br /></div><div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0w8yCNLXv20APBHoDw_BYPderiTwyO1I40_Q-VCfWt-S23DcDxY6SvVK_EbAgQ9t_qn8MvpBkGs9-NvHV_A928WxrqsKzw5cTpCoww1BKVZHysYwqjEUgamVtwqiMrWkb76-UYK-JfENt/s1600-h/IMG_3351.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0w8yCNLXv20APBHoDw_BYPderiTwyO1I40_Q-VCfWt-S23DcDxY6SvVK_EbAgQ9t_qn8MvpBkGs9-NvHV_A928WxrqsKzw5cTpCoww1BKVZHysYwqjEUgamVtwqiMrWkb76-UYK-JfENt/s320/IMG_3351.JPG" mt="true" /></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6973166135954306421.post-42629556877598193872010-01-22T15:13:00.002-05:002010-03-05T14:47:56.334-05:00Flash Back Friday<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPJs6LjQ7DUup3sOHe1gFt-tGmNNvQShOHkpX8lNyQnmQ0wTB_lat1pUjah9owmrn8AK7otZ4HePBUh-KUoTPiJgxWfLFnxT7RDHG3UJGBuYLVRlXZaaTkxgEiKBjvXGKA7IG5gyu7hqA/s1600-h/HunterOceanParkSep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPJs6LjQ7DUup3sOHe1gFt-tGmNNvQShOHkpX8lNyQnmQ0wTB_lat1pUjah9owmrn8AK7otZ4HePBUh-KUoTPiJgxWfLFnxT7RDHG3UJGBuYLVRlXZaaTkxgEiKBjvXGKA7IG5gyu7hqA/s400/HunterOceanParkSep.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I am repeatedly told that Hunter looks just like me. It's kind of funny because I remember when I was a little girl, everyone use to tell me that I looked just like my Daddy. I have to be honest and say that it truly is a good feeling. I look into those little eyes and smile and I see my own reflection in him and also....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Either way, I love that Hunter looks like his Momma and I love that he looks like his Papa. They both have my heart!<br />
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This little guy absolutely loves anything that goes "VROOM"! He loves cars, monster trucks and hotrods. He watches Speed channel more than cartoons. He loves Monster Jam and points at the TV as soon at it comes on and shouts "VROOM"! He literally naps and sleeps with this hot wheels. My little Owen can <em>not </em>possibly become a gear-head at nearly 18 months? Could he? Daddy is so proud! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just blogged yesterday about how I could not believe that Owen was already 17 months old. When I decided to do a "Flash Back Friday" post today, boy did reality sink in. My first born is nearly 1/2 grow. It seems like yesterday that we took this adorable picture of little Hunter at his very first birthday party. And now, he's 10 years old, going on 35. He hardly even plays with toys anymore. He enjoys hunting, target shooting and most of all, the game of golf. <br />
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It seems so hard to believe that our Baby O is already 17 months old. Where has the time gone? Before I knew it, he was crawling and then it seemed like within the same day, he was pulling up and walking around. His first birthday came and went and here he is almost 1 1/2 years old. This is all happening way too fast and since I'd like to think I have some control here, I'd just love to <em>slooow</em> down this process. BUT, I can't...so I'm doing my best to enjoy every second of his fun, curious, crazy little life.<br />
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