tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225610492024-03-13T20:38:03.235-04:00laugh often and muchJoycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-56804387950306197932014-02-19T22:33:00.000-05:002014-02-19T22:34:35.199-05:00one year hiatus?!?Feels strange to be here again...<br />
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but I just read one of my favorite blogs tonight...and she wrote that <em>her</em> reason for blogging was <em>to</em> <em>remember. </em>"This is my journal, a detailed account of many of my feelings across a continuum of deep personal growth and a time of whip-lashing change". <a href="http://flowerpatchfarmgirl.blogspot.ca/#sthash.JFyOslc4.dpuf">http://flowerpatchfarmgirl.blogspot.ca/#sthash.JFyOslc4.dpuf</a><br />
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I get it. I've reread some of my past posts, and it enables me to remember moments of my life that would otherwise probably never be worthy of bringing to mind. Mundane memories that no one, but maybe those who know and love me, might care about. I used to blog as a way to keep in touch with family and friends. Then Facebook came along, and it was so much faster and easier at showing everyone what was happening in our lives. But then the novelty of that wore off too, and before I knew it, more than a year had passed with almost no pictures to show for what we've been up to. My epiphany: don't wait to capture something extraordinary. I am better off taking pictures of our regular, boring, ol' life...photographs that document how fast my boys are growing. <em>To remember</em>.<br />
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Hudson lost his first tooth today. It was a TOTAL surprise considering it was barely loose. Seriously, it didn't wiggle at all. Hudson noticed it was a bit loose a couple of weeks ago, but it remained the same since. It was a tiny bit loose if you really really tried to get it to move. It came out when he was eating an apple this morning. Being the spaz I am, I freaked out with pure, loud JOY...causing Rob to think I was informing him that we won the lottery! <br />
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I want my boys to feel like we celebrate their milestones, however small they might be.<br />
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My sweet, sensitive Hudson. He was torn between leaving his first tooth out for the Tooth Fairy to collect, or to keep it for himself as a memento! Really?!? The conversations I never thought I'd have with my kid! After a looong time, and a few tears, he decided to put it out for the Tooth Fairy. <br />
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I am glad we captured this moment, because I'm 100% positive that when Hudson is a teenager, he wouldn't have believed us that he cried real tears that he didn't want to part with his first, lost, tooth. <br />
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<br />Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-45943266243881886442012-10-01T11:15:00.000-04:002012-10-01T11:15:30.191-04:00Wake me up when September ends...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
September was a month I'd really like to forget...</div>
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The start of school and daycare brought about tons of tears, nosebleeds, fights with other kids, and my very first speeding ticket ($160)! </div>
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However...slowly but surely, as everyone assured us it would...it has gotten better. </div>
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Wanna see my sweet boys for yourself? </div>
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Twinkle Twinkle little Dar</div>
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Do, Dre, Me, Fall, So, La, Dee, Do!</div>
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Cutest cereal eater ever</div>
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My Boys. The chaos from them is insane. But they are so darn cute.</div>
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This wasn't staged. Pinky promise.</div>
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They decorated their own "Christmas tree" this morning.</div>
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It kept them busy long enough to drink my coffee while it was still hot.</div>
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Hudson taught Devin how to blow milk bubbles. It's reasons like this that Devin thinks his brother is so cool.</div>
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Brothers. I hope they've always got each other's back.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-5818476394807261582012-03-04T20:57:00.005-05:002012-03-04T21:28:05.887-05:00Devin<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Devin</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; ">. My car-loving, truck-obsessed, stubborn, stubborn boy, who (kinda like his mama) is really kind hearted, but also has a nasty mean streak. Poor Second Child has noticeably less posts, pictures, and videos of him compared to his older brother. I have to try to even it up.</span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefwfCybi8RxrFWs9USV2TM549KHK59G-ZJuSzEmv25NIXTUkQUORIvgx6KCln_wRtK0R-anqWEyiye2BceCX0_AOYLGOTCsR1OFrkBPw41zeS8OQHe-8EuiFbb5Pj79vUIPL5/s1600/DSC05982.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefwfCybi8RxrFWs9USV2TM549KHK59G-ZJuSzEmv25NIXTUkQUORIvgx6KCln_wRtK0R-anqWEyiye2BceCX0_AOYLGOTCsR1OFrkBPw41zeS8OQHe-8EuiFbb5Pj79vUIPL5/s400/DSC05982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716227477212220178" /></a>I came into the room to find Devin watching TV on the dog.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFz5QS-4y5D7JJQ_OE38uJ9f_gfGTla1JqfdRECvyRy2HFRI1teH8HXBXTUCGk3HgyvezXMu1j5Uml32DFUJDvDj0yY19ZDlLqWtJnymc404sqDgWvzGVhfr0Ln30lXLCfVtMw/s1600/DSC05980.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFz5QS-4y5D7JJQ_OE38uJ9f_gfGTla1JqfdRECvyRy2HFRI1teH8HXBXTUCGk3HgyvezXMu1j5Uml32DFUJDvDj0yY19ZDlLqWtJnymc404sqDgWvzGVhfr0Ln30lXLCfVtMw/s400/DSC05980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716227292432805586" /></a>Nothing beats a warm, furry pillow.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Un3SOkgjXT0Y2fllM7vSo5HbPXVAJ-6MRsiRper4LNs4l8kkTGjrMJFb9c5DPGtJcB3nITi51RhcA2EPSvKR98rb6TZVFVbGN4RIJ2MbmTwIouoZLU1EEIibWEs0F-aGxd2Q/s1600/DSC05975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Un3SOkgjXT0Y2fllM7vSo5HbPXVAJ-6MRsiRper4LNs4l8kkTGjrMJFb9c5DPGtJcB3nITi51RhcA2EPSvKR98rb6TZVFVbGN4RIJ2MbmTwIouoZLU1EEIibWEs0F-aGxd2Q/s400/DSC05975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716227284902083122" /></a>a lesson in static electricity</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDJxUTwPN0kYmt9EJBHqI7vleMANKwKNnoDPU0_daTVdVQctsCSNtwTpQR-TE8_1wXRA1UGgiq4XCCC0SoULjLtgp_DGtANWMoPHyUDvYVdH5aLZ3KvziJie5GezXzsvcoBjt/s1600/DSC05961.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDJxUTwPN0kYmt9EJBHqI7vleMANKwKNnoDPU0_daTVdVQctsCSNtwTpQR-TE8_1wXRA1UGgiq4XCCC0SoULjLtgp_DGtANWMoPHyUDvYVdH5aLZ3KvziJie5GezXzsvcoBjt/s400/DSC05961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716227278660822946" /></a>He got his first haircut. Doesn't he look super handsome?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVEc-6wjVtS-6wbPQpJ6tVuUOGHSKCPZ5Gb7SezjJyF7oW-Mb4iTIrcDdsgY6WpMUH_GDU3-ismMFOaQ3av5HMshUmfwzTOZnKTQRx9-wJUmDdNagucxonNWfa5imLnhgm_Fo/s1600/DSC05716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVEc-6wjVtS-6wbPQpJ6tVuUOGHSKCPZ5Gb7SezjJyF7oW-Mb4iTIrcDdsgY6WpMUH_GDU3-ismMFOaQ3av5HMshUmfwzTOZnKTQRx9-wJUmDdNagucxonNWfa5imLnhgm_Fo/s400/DSC05716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716227275400413138" /></a>How everyone should eat a cupcake...with gusto!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-style: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjN2jpfR36vCFdrnR20lrHsmLGkTRgbu0CGwxtSYNfcpCI-4IowFCtnZcwq4Pji2m2RPqhLsa19_cwGCPPITPp5X7wkwESj9GtKSYeVbLVnebdT8oYz7zGwSqsFbAzufDg0H_b/s1600/DSC05577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjN2jpfR36vCFdrnR20lrHsmLGkTRgbu0CGwxtSYNfcpCI-4IowFCtnZcwq4Pji2m2RPqhLsa19_cwGCPPITPp5X7wkwESj9GtKSYeVbLVnebdT8oYz7zGwSqsFbAzufDg0H_b/s400/DSC05577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716227266282642514" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Sweet, stubborn, smiley, Stinker.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></span></div>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-70684448630348814052012-02-14T17:26:00.004-05:002012-02-14T21:22:03.230-05:00a birthday & burnt eyelashesDevin turned two! And seeing as our life always seems a tad more chaotic, crazy, and colorful than most other families...it's not that surprising this would happen...<div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzDzHgFhIZSg4ttL89u5OVk2Yl2zHPAi3JETwQBKgizSVLiAVM8oqEZrQ6feupg887bDlDayfkQxgI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>It never occured to us, to warn our 2 year old that fire is burning hot. We kinda (wrongly) assumed it was obvious. Poor little guy burnt some of his beautiful eyelashes...smelled like burnt hair for a while in the room...but a few minutes later he was ready to continue with the cake. </div><div><br /></div><div>Never a dull moment in this house. </div>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-67335924165712300952012-01-16T11:13:00.003-05:002012-01-16T11:32:10.257-05:00Don't hate me because I look less tired...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1qVr4sD8C1pjM0z7DpWZdtHJmqSDqAcEciZk9361Dve6D7yuzWqQA8Lymp1D5aA4YP9dtFCW09uVDS7QJJRk8FMV_FfEgD2PonGNmvQk4e_wQTgwN9v5kNXNMC-p83oKBcLA/s1600/DSC05559.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698264236963138434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1qVr4sD8C1pjM0z7DpWZdtHJmqSDqAcEciZk9361Dve6D7yuzWqQA8Lymp1D5aA4YP9dtFCW09uVDS7QJJRk8FMV_FfEgD2PonGNmvQk4e_wQTgwN9v5kNXNMC-p83oKBcLA/s400/DSC05559.JPG" border="0" /></a> Got a long overdue haircut. The hairdresser told me I looked "less tired" afterward. Ummm...backhanded compliment? Anyway, I don't love it...but honestly I very rarely love a haircut. The hairdresser asked me if I would donate my hair to make wigs for cancer (she calculated that she cut off about 11 inches!). So not only do I look less tired, but I feel good for helping a good cause.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-32612396403157382152012-01-13T18:12:00.005-05:002012-01-13T18:49:22.587-05:00<img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/147633694004341458_weSdQONo_c.jpg" alt="Pinned Image" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div a="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_TzItvBwlriupFo1C41mHCn90ZZbMaKQUJJKsz5jzWTDaY4G3jbb5BvZriX6cC9LeM4wh-owArGtuSU1NEJPcpXvwGmhDtFYZd5ILUjb2bWfrfMyjQGlIPPUhtPHHkQ85V8n/s1600/DSC05547.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_TzItvBwlriupFo1C41mHCn90ZZbMaKQUJJKsz5jzWTDaY4G3jbb5BvZriX6cC9LeM4wh-owArGtuSU1NEJPcpXvwGmhDtFYZd5ILUjb2bWfrfMyjQGlIPPUhtPHHkQ85V8n/s400/DSC05547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260362122051282" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGbRzIFCl4Zg68N780h4mqkVAcRPtRNRM4ZGoCJUJ2jKi6WLj9XYLUjSFys7Ez2m53KI1WgWGlrLMe8HeHKp1NLgMYxvE3LVP-s41Don1VptwoZeeUrKZKxKVfXgyhGfhrzmA/s1600/DSC05544.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGbRzIFCl4Zg68N780h4mqkVAcRPtRNRM4ZGoCJUJ2jKi6WLj9XYLUjSFys7Ez2m53KI1WgWGlrLMe8HeHKp1NLgMYxvE3LVP-s41Don1VptwoZeeUrKZKxKVfXgyhGfhrzmA/s400/DSC05544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260358619098098" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDFlXi4rgKEmc7cc5nGj3ObE0M2GSHrBwIHMwpSL10R4_LUwIzWMpP3RpOZVKyLbX8Z_PfQSouJLGkmud2HSi9xLh8oBhsBt_JtsHKjcdtoXNKkhP0Bmw3V5VLP6iPbnGcQDL/s1600/DSC05540.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDFlXi4rgKEmc7cc5nGj3ObE0M2GSHrBwIHMwpSL10R4_LUwIzWMpP3RpOZVKyLbX8Z_PfQSouJLGkmud2HSi9xLh8oBhsBt_JtsHKjcdtoXNKkhP0Bmw3V5VLP6iPbnGcQDL/s400/DSC05540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260344370652130" /></a></div><div a="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_TzItvBwlriupFo1C41mHCn90ZZbMaKQUJJKsz5jzWTDaY4G3jbb5BvZriX6cC9LeM4wh-owArGtuSU1NEJPcpXvwGmhDtFYZd5ILUjb2bWfrfMyjQGlIPPUhtPHHkQ85V8n/s1600/DSC05547.JPG"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6wjTaBsgwenhzXlHyTrem-OzTdcXf00eNpP-w9SIoypOuvYvGru24CBiroOGTvUfi17zpNW8Rg2uhUA26OgSxkINaOBNlTtY2LwSj3-60hvoGU7jDUxEz5B5BZzKackgCu9R/s1600/DSC05541.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6wjTaBsgwenhzXlHyTrem-OzTdcXf00eNpP-w9SIoypOuvYvGru24CBiroOGTvUfi17zpNW8Rg2uhUA26OgSxkINaOBNlTtY2LwSj3-60hvoGU7jDUxEz5B5BZzKackgCu9R/s400/DSC05541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260337980157698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0lmS4dLc04QhXs7VfFR8Z31HgKjDKgyCd7r3P4wBZGNH7E3GaOX0YZvkpRWolqA_aQlKQrZISL1YAzhI85T9V9KpGreWiCRwwViCJnMfo_L2Rf0BeSTPeYHHmJgJtaiOs6zi/s1600/DSC05538.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0lmS4dLc04QhXs7VfFR8Z31HgKjDKgyCd7r3P4wBZGNH7E3GaOX0YZvkpRWolqA_aQlKQrZISL1YAzhI85T9V9KpGreWiCRwwViCJnMfo_L2Rf0BeSTPeYHHmJgJtaiOs6zi/s400/DSC05538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697260329653747650" /></a>We played today. A morning of being silly. An afternoon of getting snowy. A supper of Spiro's Supersub (a Montreal delicacy). </div><div a="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_TzItvBwlriupFo1C41mHCn90ZZbMaKQUJJKsz5jzWTDaY4G3jbb5BvZriX6cC9LeM4wh-owArGtuSU1NEJPcpXvwGmhDtFYZd5ILUjb2bWfrfMyjQGlIPPUhtPHHkQ85V8n/s1600/DSC05547.JPG"><br /></div><div a="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_TzItvBwlriupFo1C41mHCn90ZZbMaKQUJJKsz5jzWTDaY4G3jbb5BvZriX6cC9LeM4wh-owArGtuSU1NEJPcpXvwGmhDtFYZd5ILUjb2bWfrfMyjQGlIPPUhtPHHkQ85V8n/s1600/DSC05547.JPG">Please excuse the mess...my children and I are busy making memories.<br /><br /><br /></div>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-86443372424328593942012-01-11T16:50:00.002-05:002012-01-11T17:00:18.685-05:00Good thing they're cute...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDyrmzCh2SqasTv9w09kRJxpFrQYHlfAjGdq73NAYDzNMgkOGXsMYXjAoj-oaaAK1Agma_-ZhzPFua0CszE5LPxJboOXICmCE5c92LU5BcfbsIzP_rdTczXG2mBEJOxaFo1DX/s1600/DSC05523.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDyrmzCh2SqasTv9w09kRJxpFrQYHlfAjGdq73NAYDzNMgkOGXsMYXjAoj-oaaAK1Agma_-ZhzPFua0CszE5LPxJboOXICmCE5c92LU5BcfbsIzP_rdTczXG2mBEJOxaFo1DX/s400/DSC05523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696496156615149314" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh420OtxJMa9VgwSxcM3mj_4MJk8YWsV9X6HMn-bZOG7-FrgXWt1hPAdAhIU_i7aLbBlKME12y1d864ChmwIjmHexxyRC6r9qktqIntfYjJ0Xwvkro59IQnnEu1s5fl4BJS2WDy/s1600/DSC05531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh420OtxJMa9VgwSxcM3mj_4MJk8YWsV9X6HMn-bZOG7-FrgXWt1hPAdAhIU_i7aLbBlKME12y1d864ChmwIjmHexxyRC6r9qktqIntfYjJ0Xwvkro59IQnnEu1s5fl4BJS2WDy/s400/DSC05531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696496150108997090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrJ59INUKowHM7RmVh2zFtHrREuOuKbpF8XIlyf0rBxndtUZmhoy9fH2DoHG-6nomgfmBqDI1kHGmTUnZESWI30SvcI5z5zCrMAzEL6sZDpP7iYizQEKTuBd9jIqZRfAGZkdc/s1600/DSC05495.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrJ59INUKowHM7RmVh2zFtHrREuOuKbpF8XIlyf0rBxndtUZmhoy9fH2DoHG-6nomgfmBqDI1kHGmTUnZESWI30SvcI5z5zCrMAzEL6sZDpP7iYizQEKTuBd9jIqZRfAGZkdc/s400/DSC05495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696496139938411906" /></a>Cuz...none of them listen.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-13229834658481028042012-01-03T16:01:00.010-05:002012-01-03T22:27:26.201-05:00Home at last!The Holidays were extra merry this year...as we celebrated them in our OWN HOUSE!!! We moved in at the beginning of November, and although there are still tons of things that need to be done...it's cute, it's cozy, it's charming...it's totally home, sweet, home.<br /><br />Check out our "before" and "afters".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge29wSG5rVQPGqSmPDvNxlxhTtGDafNWJDp9ECR-e9r498wqNFsS4NYgxt0OkQa-xMM4ZQjk_67thsvpxu9sgZZSko4ScUE4js-Pr-gmQgjbcPAFGvSOgb8-h2oPKS1CkTm9pz/s1600/DSC04326.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693515766824201458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge29wSG5rVQPGqSmPDvNxlxhTtGDafNWJDp9ECR-e9r498wqNFsS4NYgxt0OkQa-xMM4ZQjk_67thsvpxu9sgZZSko4ScUE4js-Pr-gmQgjbcPAFGvSOgb8-h2oPKS1CkTm9pz/s400/DSC04326.JPG" border="0" /></a> kitchen before<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8KGUlEWVjvsygzvrv96yFv-5q-7rModCncwl1TyBV2wa0Qxi4pWHxpsfLf8lYGNdKb5Sh3yTufnZk9lWPigKMbPTrg4smAf7Rm7kMKP9pQS_9kfRePgR5OEi2L0GrTs4rX5O/s1600/DSC05473.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693521342365999650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8KGUlEWVjvsygzvrv96yFv-5q-7rModCncwl1TyBV2wa0Qxi4pWHxpsfLf8lYGNdKb5Sh3yTufnZk9lWPigKMbPTrg4smAf7Rm7kMKP9pQS_9kfRePgR5OEi2L0GrTs4rX5O/s400/DSC05473.JPG" border="0" /></a> kitchen after<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__6YfePBZIAF4ryBMbNRmG3fZa-PfoELcZsRbej3Ruu5u-V7JH234Dp0-32ELi-NaguZjB8HW4W54LU8HG6p0GI47L2141S8umE2bQKmOQ-SvuwZ7yCTMvb9nDcjNS75d3wRn/s1600/DSC04337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527543737350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__6YfePBZIAF4ryBMbNRmG3fZa-PfoELcZsRbej3Ruu5u-V7JH234Dp0-32ELi-NaguZjB8HW4W54LU8HG6p0GI47L2141S8umE2bQKmOQ-SvuwZ7yCTMvb9nDcjNS75d3wRn/s400/DSC04337.JPG" border="0" /></a> view from living room to kitchen/dining area before<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvc2th7-gv5HisRCVcSrXHW9humraBN1PUQE7oSkIjSDBEkbYpDbK-ovSvupm0bc16n4NrBX5r9i6hyphenhyphen1YBwa9AImJXhwACxM6ilQPWxgr1swCmGS_8igCQhBpzD7YF5RDMObj4/s1600/DSC05484.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527535594291666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvc2th7-gv5HisRCVcSrXHW9humraBN1PUQE7oSkIjSDBEkbYpDbK-ovSvupm0bc16n4NrBX5r9i6hyphenhyphen1YBwa9AImJXhwACxM6ilQPWxgr1swCmGS_8igCQhBpzD7YF5RDMObj4/s400/DSC05484.JPG" border="0" /></a> dining area off kitchen - after<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSHcXLsrkdjgGgK52IqIvSp5F3kBbUTwwZ-zhrshEyL0M_6SIcxMEg13i3N1TQ2dmhtOhNQ5w1TRj7IvXEzcFHtnBsru6SRz2WhL2kJFjGOhEiQW5GpV-Ll657sbL4JIIWWUK/s1600/DSC04325.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693515796368323202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSHcXLsrkdjgGgK52IqIvSp5F3kBbUTwwZ-zhrshEyL0M_6SIcxMEg13i3N1TQ2dmhtOhNQ5w1TRj7IvXEzcFHtnBsru6SRz2WhL2kJFjGOhEiQW5GpV-Ll657sbL4JIIWWUK/s400/DSC04325.JPG" border="0" /></a> living room before<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1PHegnP-DAXMh41KgvLhyphenhyphenKQnNNThYKrwaI3RupIbGTF5LJEjQsaMwmh_dt6JN5EFLW_Cx7eFL_hsHzchHCP7fHXbViN2h7dXYCSVluLkE_v6a2eUR2l268_YEjZFHx_1I9S2/s1600/DSC05489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527531835128498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1PHegnP-DAXMh41KgvLhyphenhyphenKQnNNThYKrwaI3RupIbGTF5LJEjQsaMwmh_dt6JN5EFLW_Cx7eFL_hsHzchHCP7fHXbViN2h7dXYCSVluLkE_v6a2eUR2l268_YEjZFHx_1I9S2/s400/DSC05489.JPG" border="0" /></a> living room after<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViiPxtfIAZingU8Uc6ptd7UNHNGazDjrc2Xp3h7gKoVrj_J1zhiCkWUj1OkBoLGM6EL9n8wBSecJf3OmUJkxjl28J4m5V_JIQixezc5nZ3ruCM5jVbF3Q8GyGHx4Q3RgzJ47h/s1600/DSC04342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527522980194274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViiPxtfIAZingU8Uc6ptd7UNHNGazDjrc2Xp3h7gKoVrj_J1zhiCkWUj1OkBoLGM6EL9n8wBSecJf3OmUJkxjl28J4m5V_JIQixezc5nZ3ruCM5jVbF3Q8GyGHx4Q3RgzJ47h/s400/DSC04342.JPG" border="0" /></a> pantry before<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PwBnU674HgcSEecX3NvSgvHc8JiL0Ybs5A0gpHjSs4Cff85KNcnvmqDFk2EVcENNucvldUH7ayIdAZKEA_ZiT8avsdxOvNhHJtwHMVltN6u3aY9qWYXH_9wzw6Jpni0nGHhv/s1600/DSC05476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693521346517092194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PwBnU674HgcSEecX3NvSgvHc8JiL0Ybs5A0gpHjSs4Cff85KNcnvmqDFk2EVcENNucvldUH7ayIdAZKEA_ZiT8avsdxOvNhHJtwHMVltN6u3aY9qWYXH_9wzw6Jpni0nGHhv/s400/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" /></a>pantry turned office "nook" after<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqcS8S7yVTsFMKaVh4R22z8_bc4zj_cH0cJws6MT5n-XAs2pszhm6b0_bhKIhaxShX_aSQpS4YYtqpXi0f8-ckAo1cXrxxvB5iWCAClSIAzeBwnc_H4lK4B7FTbz34W-szQXP/s1600/DSC04346.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693515760989840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqcS8S7yVTsFMKaVh4R22z8_bc4zj_cH0cJws6MT5n-XAs2pszhm6b0_bhKIhaxShX_aSQpS4YYtqpXi0f8-ckAo1cXrxxvB5iWCAClSIAzeBwnc_H4lK4B7FTbz34W-szQXP/s400/DSC04346.JPG" border="0" /></a>upstairs closet - before<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-X2g_aJBR5yi64SLVDm1wLbdkLBZT-vGLDpFE4IPq0NpiAnGAfkno4knxo_gc6ey0JriEf2yaKdoJz7yg461fl9qXtt6TvMrdyQ90QYWw15DVC6NFJw8yDH3_MX8RI7R0vlR/s1600/DSC05494.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693527515453114306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-X2g_aJBR5yi64SLVDm1wLbdkLBZT-vGLDpFE4IPq0NpiAnGAfkno4knxo_gc6ey0JriEf2yaKdoJz7yg461fl9qXtt6TvMrdyQ90QYWw15DVC6NFJw8yDH3_MX8RI7R0vlR/s400/DSC05494.JPG" border="0" /></a> upstairs boys powder room - after<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjcRDHmtdMTC0JLOKc5hekZl3kWk1NlrmPy5snUPfhBVjhJkx8Zv5SGmSr0zHfp89OFCzCsoS9-9wVGKL2ornNYmdptUmaCKpzW0pd7jukU_uM4AC0hLTFPv5AUPiAuaPdgK3/s1600/DSC04329.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693515772884061234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjcRDHmtdMTC0JLOKc5hekZl3kWk1NlrmPy5snUPfhBVjhJkx8Zv5SGmSr0zHfp89OFCzCsoS9-9wVGKL2ornNYmdptUmaCKpzW0pd7jukU_uM4AC0hLTFPv5AUPiAuaPdgK3/s400/DSC04329.JPG" border="0" /></a> main bathroom (the only one of the house) - before<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknS6W-x-p2F3-6j5NDpg5kvK9DY3neMf5437lAneFavYZXE4xs5tBp0EAOEzg9bU3DLxCYiY5q7TpBQWXXfuVt9JKVQO0ThQEp0K8EBe-ZmrJdBhZM16WoCD7OgFcSDJzaWlO/s1600/DSC04331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693515783542901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknS6W-x-p2F3-6j5NDpg5kvK9DY3neMf5437lAneFavYZXE4xs5tBp0EAOEzg9bU3DLxCYiY5q7TpBQWXXfuVt9JKVQO0ThQEp0K8EBe-ZmrJdBhZM16WoCD7OgFcSDJzaWlO/s400/DSC04331.JPG" border="0" /></a> bedroom on main floor before<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9v1ycr7w7hqvYLZkj0gKYYUlA05W_zack1IF2kQH_gC5dQeioPIAStusiv3rlXb9lAMGfwJeVzpPjnSQW1sNxzF-0ye2eXpXU1ufOKBOjI0IUPhS41uqeM_8xF0PtxMRb-Dul/s1600/DSC05480.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693521369139050578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9v1ycr7w7hqvYLZkj0gKYYUlA05W_zack1IF2kQH_gC5dQeioPIAStusiv3rlXb9lAMGfwJeVzpPjnSQW1sNxzF-0ye2eXpXU1ufOKBOjI0IUPhS41uqeM_8xF0PtxMRb-Dul/s400/DSC05480.JPG" border="0" /></a>main bathroom after - we eliminated the original main floor bedroom and turned it into a spacious bathroom, and the old original bathroom (which was teeny tiny anyway) was knocked down to make more kitchen space.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFffAc6cKlUpQQKK2C1tXAYVnIGzrshubKsXK4iS9kYaAZjAYxyE98IzMk1QjxCc7AnAXDc6cQPGjFR2dy3AN7xjFxLp8JpagQiI9N6xl7ATLo4irodzim54y5vyv2Dhpdj3j/s1600/DSC05478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693521364502817938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFffAc6cKlUpQQKK2C1tXAYVnIGzrshubKsXK4iS9kYaAZjAYxyE98IzMk1QjxCc7AnAXDc6cQPGjFR2dy3AN7xjFxLp8JpagQiI9N6xl7ATLo4irodzim54y5vyv2Dhpdj3j/s400/DSC05478.JPG" border="0" /></a> after - main bathroom<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHdeWIHQitKWvmtfwukGwExzxqF2mtdbXnJn2RIgZwVl9KD4lp2ei_jb2OaPIy4w4_d6vWeUkCvK5RIsgM1NBJ3G33CJQNgv8886Hj2uOpXs9PFeZsZdtYYCSQZEIDrBwgP15/s1600/DSC04341.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693605175203526690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHdeWIHQitKWvmtfwukGwExzxqF2mtdbXnJn2RIgZwVl9KD4lp2ei_jb2OaPIy4w4_d6vWeUkCvK5RIsgM1NBJ3G33CJQNgv8886Hj2uOpXs9PFeZsZdtYYCSQZEIDrBwgP15/s400/DSC04341.JPG" border="0" /></a> front door before<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwqlyL6neDZVnomxgVpPmVFiQx9JIM3GYk8ojqaO7ka5bK3RcOPwxnMboHT1pyEd8h1TiyjIgwzEFG9fTZUs3X37EM4a9CO6sEH-zH4oI0LwtlLGXnnLZk1mLS9qEY1HYpVDs/s1600/DSC05487.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693605183970394946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwqlyL6neDZVnomxgVpPmVFiQx9JIM3GYk8ojqaO7ka5bK3RcOPwxnMboHT1pyEd8h1TiyjIgwzEFG9fTZUs3X37EM4a9CO6sEH-zH4oI0LwtlLGXnnLZk1mLS9qEY1HYpVDs/s400/DSC05487.JPG" border="0" /></a>front door after<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYQ9x3ap2AfoIUriXgNxdoUkASoIZCJov-YknvTEJYrp-8UKbOmxlEue0N2DyH49g0oAWzuVpgEBtIkxCjw5wmA3oC1bg0cwATm4xL8hhLDiRQZAHlFm4GXCxJL-ai9nW2mzr/s1600/DSC05477.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693521357917820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYQ9x3ap2AfoIUriXgNxdoUkASoIZCJov-YknvTEJYrp-8UKbOmxlEue0N2DyH49g0oAWzuVpgEBtIkxCjw5wmA3oC1bg0cwATm4xL8hhLDiRQZAHlFm4GXCxJL-ai9nW2mzr/s400/DSC05477.JPG" border="0" /></a> backdoor/mini mudroom after (unfortunately no "before" pictures of this space).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If you could have only seen (or smelled for that matter) what this place was like before, you wouldn't believe how much work my husband (almost singlehandedly) did.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>P.S. check back for pictures of the two bedrooms...i was just too lazy to clean them just to take pictures! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-82719637991297995832011-06-11T19:04:00.013-04:002011-06-11T20:24:43.575-04:00TwitterpatedI watched my oldest friend get married to her longtime love. I wiped away happy tears as I heard their heartfelt vows. Love, sweet love. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16VtDViJsdMYU9V9lbdstzb7mfQ7vqLDXCB4aoQ-LiFMO49mEKUUFO_6t_8g3UosvetIdb29Favrboc7yRG18SNB1BAmNvCJzP6GTx7dW2lHMBtziTvyc-qhK2k6k4-BSkeCz/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617104709632860946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16VtDViJsdMYU9V9lbdstzb7mfQ7vqLDXCB4aoQ-LiFMO49mEKUUFO_6t_8g3UosvetIdb29Favrboc7yRG18SNB1BAmNvCJzP6GTx7dW2lHMBtziTvyc-qhK2k6k4-BSkeCz/s400/016.JPG" /></a> The happy newlyweds<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlhHpZaMDEuo52plIXJbqcRSmbVytbR35fE6fK_knzIy6Vfl4ezEGscJJlNLQbVJmNN-xaxXnr3lJcQ1FLkNfnW3veSYbeK-h2ELZBCQ0gB79VecWRTuNW6Fkapp3zpisQREC/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617104220111019490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlhHpZaMDEuo52plIXJbqcRSmbVytbR35fE6fK_knzIy6Vfl4ezEGscJJlNLQbVJmNN-xaxXnr3lJcQ1FLkNfnW3veSYbeK-h2ELZBCQ0gB79VecWRTuNW6Fkapp3zpisQREC/s400/043.JPG" /></a> The va va voom hottie bride...seriously...in my over 30 years of knowing her, she looked the most beautiful the night of her wedding reception. Totally stunning.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfj9Oj1SDxd0WHgbYcVgaq2VR1wsDmHjLlCOdGFaPHf5snhllZokTsYe-37Fvex0_qaU-OQYQWF6OaJktOHp9wRl31UhgzAPPYs4gQSGA22txoRPyl9ElmCar7PfKGoH-GrLeA/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617103663757090818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfj9Oj1SDxd0WHgbYcVgaq2VR1wsDmHjLlCOdGFaPHf5snhllZokTsYe-37Fvex0_qaU-OQYQWF6OaJktOHp9wRl31UhgzAPPYs4gQSGA22txoRPyl9ElmCar7PfKGoH-GrLeA/s400/041.JPG" /></a> My "love it or hate it" green bubble dress. I personally love it. It was so fun to get dressed up and go out on a date with my husband. We hadn't gone out, just the two of us, on a date in a year and a half. Yes you read that right...1.5 years!!! That must change. For real. If you are reading this, and live in the greater Montreal area, you may be called upon for babysitting duty real soon.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9whXtn8GV9aIG0lIi74mfdShADOjCvPWJ8Ugh4ZciVrkM_x4PFy3EbJ2-apNxN3yp5S6UKvob_-4_VYbdaY8mnxh_eWsT1fDgq3I74jPagIrvvJANR9nDUr8ZR8LiexeVyss/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617103655846510018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9whXtn8GV9aIG0lIi74mfdShADOjCvPWJ8Ugh4ZciVrkM_x4PFy3EbJ2-apNxN3yp5S6UKvob_-4_VYbdaY8mnxh_eWsT1fDgq3I74jPagIrvvJANR9nDUr8ZR8LiexeVyss/s400/039.JPG" /></a> My husband cleans up pretty nice. It's been too long since I've seen him in anything but his Kitty House construction wear. Speaking of the Kitty House...we're not living there yet. 'Nuff said about that.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4jJr-MmCGgP2MOfBadGcHOfg7ocSW6NXAq9iprTdcLuw6V8QF9tXdhblsSUTPn6309kPiYZ_90B0cc_pmUDkKlqmkqPr5lEFEQ5Jm5UOWsWh7KwO7ELru2aO9yj9IyF1WiUw/s1600/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617103646568364370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4jJr-MmCGgP2MOfBadGcHOfg7ocSW6NXAq9iprTdcLuw6V8QF9tXdhblsSUTPn6309kPiYZ_90B0cc_pmUDkKlqmkqPr5lEFEQ5Jm5UOWsWh7KwO7ELru2aO9yj9IyF1WiUw/s400/037.JPG" /></a> Devin - 15 months.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKD6BKe9BgDIQ4N0Kt9zBKSbncdmGF6uElGdJUeqNXcaAQb_2zTh-6hX5C95MxIFiPtgxi9qRGHzsEUHchNhHTtsAkLa0ziv74AtC4KPwh1qxHqM4DuMInS903V_1F-bNvRGYK/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617103636353493122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKD6BKe9BgDIQ4N0Kt9zBKSbncdmGF6uElGdJUeqNXcaAQb_2zTh-6hX5C95MxIFiPtgxi9qRGHzsEUHchNhHTtsAkLa0ziv74AtC4KPwh1qxHqM4DuMInS903V_1F-bNvRGYK/s400/035.JPG" /></a> Hudson - 4 1/2 years.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBlHTR70tk3Rp4F1gBjL8TRXSM1OyFPjm1xvvibJdxHMWJPgISHcwKiV46WRXtVRNQapVkDH2GnBa_Y5kSJxr-2waK693z0VJRy-zG4tISbLnVY5Tw-7UJT4DXKkJt5g2FSaT/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617104278990779410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBlHTR70tk3Rp4F1gBjL8TRXSM1OyFPjm1xvvibJdxHMWJPgISHcwKiV46WRXtVRNQapVkDH2GnBa_Y5kSJxr-2waK693z0VJRy-zG4tISbLnVY5Tw-7UJT4DXKkJt5g2FSaT/s400/049.JPG" /></a> He's the heartthrob of all the girls in his preschool. For real...they told him, and he told me, and now I'm telling you. I hear a lot of giggly girls saying "Bye Hudson" whenever I pick him up. He loves it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVvvMHNvEiiw2qTf1TzF6MS8RyQiOZx1C26sKaTSH7yY1kpYy2ZY6kNXD04OMC-A2KdZDicIYDWhCHhG3b-iYJZfeLsqnjJlR9rQweZn3AXuzr8DYlkKWJqeEZr7slVRGY499/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617104228925807106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVvvMHNvEiiw2qTf1TzF6MS8RyQiOZx1C26sKaTSH7yY1kpYy2ZY6kNXD04OMC-A2KdZDicIYDWhCHhG3b-iYJZfeLsqnjJlR9rQweZn3AXuzr8DYlkKWJqeEZr7slVRGY499/s400/048.JPG" /></a> He thinks he's a big kid. He copies everything his big brother does. Everything. He's definitely getting his fair share of bumps and bruises.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuM0u8ob6h5IOmsu68l77sbb6e4dgg_ZCiHm5PjkdHZ_SXKfVYtAXD7cTfuwUe658NBnw6ZY74294DRQublOxTFYrl7SxLL5xHIVYhJAJ9uZ-24FpFCD-8nfDTu5vxO9NGxDw/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617103629962212098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuM0u8ob6h5IOmsu68l77sbb6e4dgg_ZCiHm5PjkdHZ_SXKfVYtAXD7cTfuwUe658NBnw6ZY74294DRQublOxTFYrl7SxLL5xHIVYhJAJ9uZ-24FpFCD-8nfDTu5vxO9NGxDw/s400/022.JPG" /></a> Wearing our Mother's Day matching cardigans. Once upon a time, I would never have admitted this...but...those babies were on sale for less than five bucks EACH! Honestly, I wear that cardigan a lot, and it cost less than my coffee at Starbucks.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-20052783493901843982011-05-10T21:05:00.002-04:002011-05-10T21:16:40.880-04:00foot in my mouth...again.I OPENLY (and repeatedly) mistook one of Hudson's classmates DAD for his GRANDPA!!!!<br /><br />"Oh Lucky Ian! He gets to go to the Eco Museum with his Grandpa!" I joyously said OUT LOUD...purposely being friendly, as we walked into the school at the same time.<br /><br />Being the polite Canadian he is, he never corrected me (and no, there is NO WAY IN HELL he didn't hear me...unless he's deaf, which unfortunately he's not).<br /><br />Later that fieldtrip, I heard the teachers addressing him as Ian's "Dad". <br /><br />So so so embarrasing.<br /><br />Lesson learned...I should never talk. Ever.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-58762067676414545272011-05-08T07:42:00.003-04:002011-05-08T07:47:20.901-04:00he loves me..."because I make him cheese sandwiches and hotdogs".<br /><br />The teachers asked all the kids in Hudson's preschool why they love their mothers, then they wrote down all the answers and displayed them on a board outside the classroom.<br /><br />I literally laughed out loud when I read my son's reason. Now everyone knows I feed my child the lips ands toes of processed meat.<br /><br />Happy Mother's Day!!!Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-38329070768197929432011-04-20T21:50:00.002-04:002011-04-20T22:03:47.807-04:00random memoryI made my dad laugh out loud when he was recovering in the hospital after his brain aneurysm. He was laughing, and I was mortifed. I had just admired what I thought was a baby bump on a lady, and asked the woman how far along she was in her pregnancy...and horrifyingly...she wasn't pregnant! It had happened at the entrance to the hospital, and I was probably still red in the face from blushing, when I got to my father's room. I remember telling my father what had just happened, and he laughed out loud. <br /><br />Honestly...I have never commented on any stranger's protuding belly ever again. No matter how obvious it is that they are pregnant. Cuz, you just never know.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-92219799998506601762011-04-18T21:22:00.002-04:002011-04-18T21:38:47.767-04:00iphone pixStill haven't found my camera memory card thingy...that's what happens when you live between two places...things get misplaced. That, or Devin may have lost it. He gets blamed for all things missing around here. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFbICc_rFgCbKHG3_7qqnyAWaqHE093zXCQST345StyKrQUnEPqBEPi0hNHGPWtbqU63qhi_H1kqiRTue7CrI6o8Edusf279-qhqy5NomE7Q5pcUGqluWTMlg0XAYyrwtVYeL/s1600/pullup.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597100201049207874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFbICc_rFgCbKHG3_7qqnyAWaqHE093zXCQST345StyKrQUnEPqBEPi0hNHGPWtbqU63qhi_H1kqiRTue7CrI6o8Edusf279-qhqy5NomE7Q5pcUGqluWTMlg0XAYyrwtVYeL/s400/pullup.JPG" border="0" /></a> He honestly thinks pull-ups are supposed to go on your head. His brother showed him this, and whenever he gets his hands on a pull-up, he wears it as a hat. Literally a poo-poo head. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_qVgH97w9_A8SF1b5a4xSfvlYzHX4dstV7jPBasDKJUQNlMZceYP0KWnOP2KaPgxfRi27o_LG09vrPTdpFIBVuNDKB0G5xxxc7o_NFU4zuIMzOute8-jbk6IXFaABERJ4wbK/s1600/bath.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597100197391473042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_qVgH97w9_A8SF1b5a4xSfvlYzHX4dstV7jPBasDKJUQNlMZceYP0KWnOP2KaPgxfRi27o_LG09vrPTdpFIBVuNDKB0G5xxxc7o_NFU4zuIMzOute8-jbk6IXFaABERJ4wbK/s400/bath.JPG" border="0" /></a> Isn't his smile infectious? And so genuine? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Yi7NnpkcnT-xJT0UZcMA40jfdUTBcfYjSw9yxnSA_VySFBh9p67f0jBPonAE3X8RtFKc9yAUZJ56sKzsbJ4vXRKxX-OZrHIUMau59rjXVX2jAzfNEr2ZCRak6bdakdE-1I0Z/s1600/hands.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597100194465299122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Yi7NnpkcnT-xJT0UZcMA40jfdUTBcfYjSw9yxnSA_VySFBh9p67f0jBPonAE3X8RtFKc9yAUZJ56sKzsbJ4vXRKxX-OZrHIUMau59rjXVX2jAzfNEr2ZCRak6bdakdE-1I0Z/s400/hands.JPG" border="0" /></a> So disappointed that Devin's face is cut off, because this moment melts my heart. Really really wish i captured it on camera better. My boys fell asleep in the car holding hands. It doesn't get any cuter than that.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-7682640920994277312011-04-05T20:59:00.004-04:002011-04-05T21:15:03.360-04:00yawn...i know my blog has gotten boring.<br />it's really because my life has gotten boring.<br />there just isn't much to write about, when you're living half the week at your inlaws and half the week at your mom's. it's like the movie "Groundhog Day". Monday to Thursday...take Hudson to school, watch him cry when we drop him off (he decided he didn't like school anymore after his week off for Spring Break), kill 3 hours until it's time to pick him up. same ol, same ol. not really blog-worthy stuff.<br /><br />and so i daydream about moving into our house a lot. i'm really excited to see it all come together. i think our little 26 X 26 home is going to be super cute and cozy. did i mention that we turned a teeny tiny closet into a powder room? no? well we really wanted a toilet on the same floor as the bedrooms upstairs...and we weren't intimidated by losing a 3 X 4 foot closet space. guys, i can't wait to show you the before and afters of this house.<br /><br />until then...i'll try not to put you to sleep with all the mundane aspects of my life as a SAHM.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-20162052377775734822011-03-29T21:00:00.002-04:002011-03-29T21:10:48.024-04:00confessioni LOVE when my boys are both asleep. LOVE it.<br /><br />does that make me a bad mama?<br /><br />it's hard work being responsible for two little beings all day long. feed them, clean them up, dress them, clean up their messes, entertain them, entertain them some more, feed them some more, clean them and their messes up some more...it's hard hard work.<br /><br />i have once again misplaced my camera memory card so i can't upload any new pictures onto the computer. which sucks, cuz there are some cute ones i want to share.<br /><br />anyway...the Kitty House is coming along. rob's almost done the plumbing, and i finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. i won't jinx it by writing a move-in date yet, but i'm trusting it will be sooner than later. <br /><br />p.s. as i type this i hear devin waking up. that would be THREE times in the last 1.5 hours.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-90540549712310003462011-03-15T21:52:00.005-04:002011-03-15T22:18:36.282-04:0010 Absolutely Random Facts From My Life On This Day1. Hudson asked me a while back why we always take the highway...and never the low-way.<br /><br />2. The Kitty House is still far from being habitable.<br /><br />3. Devin is apparently getting all of his teeth at the same time, and is taking it out on my boobs. Toe-curling pain, I tell ya.<br /><br />4. I've neglected this blog because I am obsessed with browsing for <strike>junk</strike> previously loved mechandise on <a href="http://kijiji.ca/">kijiji</a><br /><br />5. I didn't have to zip up my jacket today...YAY Spring is coming, I can feel it!<br /><br />6. Got an encouraging email from an old friend on Facebook that made my day a little brighter.<br /><br />7. My oldest friend is getting married this summer and I can't wait to celebrate with her!<br /><br />8. I never thought I'd say this sentence...but I LOVE the toilet we just bought.<br /><br />9. Every change of season, for the last 10 years, makes me want to perm my hair for some reason. And I'm always too chicken to actually go through with it. Advice?<br /><br />10. I'm craving a poutine.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-29495684904345023742011-02-07T13:05:00.001-05:002011-02-11T22:05:06.088-05:00100 Things about Devin1. You love to dance<br /><br />2. You love to eat<br /><br />3. So far the only thing you haven't been a fan of is fish<br /><br />4. You smile and laugh easy<br /><br />5. But your crying is ferocious<br /><br />6. It is so obnoxious, yesterday while you and I were shopping at Winner's you started howling in your stroller so loudly, a manager actually pulled me <em>out of line</em> and opened a <em>closed</em> cash just so I could pay for my stuff faster (aka get you out of their store)<br /><br />7. You hate riding in the car<br /><br />8. You will have to learn to tolerate that better, because your father and I LOVE going for drives<br /><br />9. You think Hudson is so funny<br /><br />10. Your favorite toy is whatever he's playing with<br /><br />11. This causes a lot of yelling (on both your parts)<br /><br />12. You're not afraid of fighting with your big brother<br /><br />13. You don't think you're 1 year old<br /><br />14. You think you're 4, like Hudson<br /><br />15. Your feet are the opposite of Hudson's<br /><br />16. Thick and wide, like the Hulk<br /><br />17. And your toes are straight<br /><br />18. You have two birth marks<br /><br />19. You have a double crown<br /><br />20. This makes for the coolest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rockstar</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mohawk</span><br /><br />21. Your favorite food is blueberries<br /><br />22. And McDonald's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">frenchfries</span><br /><br />23. You love baths<br /><br />24. You don't mind getting your face wet or water in your eyes<br /><br />25. But you hate having your nose wiped<br /><br />26. You are walking 100% of the time now<br /><br />27. Your first (and only) word so far is "Hi"<br /><br />28. You love poking our belly buttons<br /><br />29. You always have dirty fingernails<br /><br />30. I hope that isn't a correlation<br /><br />31. You love playing with remotes and cellphones<br /><br />32. You once "hid" the TV remote at Nanny and Bob's, and they looked for it for HOURS (literally)<br /><br />33. It was in the fridge :)<br /><br />34. You like turning off the TV when we're watching it<br /><br />35. You smile when we get mad<br /><br />36. Stinkers apparently run in our family<br /><br />37. You love kisses, both giving and receiving<br /><br />38. You love being tickled<br /><br />39. You're affectionate<br /><br />40. You show your toys to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bosco</span><br /><br />41. You love to brush your teeth...by yourself...which means you love <em>chewing</em> your toothbrush<br /><br />42. You love holding tubes (lotions, creams, toothpaste)<br /><br />43. You've fallen asleep holding these toiletries on numerous occasions<br /><br />44. Whatever floats your boat, baby<br /><br />45. You look around before doing something you know you're not supposed to<br /><br />46. You are obsessed with sticking your finger in the electrical sockets<br /><br />47. You test everything by putting it in your mouth<br /><br />48. I have fished out some odd things from there<br /><br />49. I bet you have swallowed many things I don't even know about<br /><br />50. You give your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">tou</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">tous</span> kisses<br /><br />51. Even when you're by yourself, and don't know I'm secretly watching<br /><br />52. You are a lover of Hudson's artwork and crafts<br /><br />53. And by "lover", I mean "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">crumpler</span>", "ripper", "destroyer"<br /><br />54. I really don't think it's intentional, but it happens <em>every</em> time<br /><br />55. You hate when I cut your nails<br /><br />56. But I have to often, because you have the habit of digging your nails into our skin when you're tired<br /><br />57. You pinch us hard over and over when you're falling asleep<br /><br />58. This is kind of a weird quirk, Kid<br /><br />59. You abruptly stopped sucking your thumb<br /><br />60. All by yourself<br /><br />61. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Coincidentally</span> this ended you sleeping through the night<br /><br />62. Ugh.<br /><br />63. You effectively communicate all your wants and needs by pointing your finger<br /><br />64. Bossy little finger pointer<br /><br />65. I have never had anyone look at me with such love in their eyes, as you<br /><br />66. I have never seen eyes so joyful when they smile, as yours<br /><br />67. You are a happy baby<br /><br />68. I am so grateful for that<br /><br />69. I am so grateful for <em>you</em><br /><br />70. I often whisper in your ear that you were <em>exactly what I needed</em><br /><br />71. I actually believe you were exactly what our <em>family</em> needed<br /><br />72. I believe wholeheartedly that having you, saved me from a dark dark place<br /><br />73. I regret almost everyday that you never got a chance to meet your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hadabogi</span><br /><br />74. You like very boyish things<br /><br />75. Like toy cars<br /><br />76. And balls<br /><br />77. And empty boxes<br /><br />78. Out of all your birthday presents, you liked your balloons the best<br /><br />79. You go get your own snacks from the cupboard when you're hungry<br /><br />80. You almost always pick the cheesy crackers<br /><br />81. Although you also often pick the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nesquick</span> Chocolate Milk mix<br /><br />82. Which is weird considering you've never tasted it<br /><br />83. You pretend to talk on the phone<br /><br />84. Your crying doesn't get progressively louder...you go from <em>not crying</em> to <em>screaming</em> <em>your head off</em> in 1 second<br /><br />85. That is not cool<br /><br />86. You like seeing yourself in pictures and videos<br /><br />87. You smile when we smell your toes<br /><br />88. You smile bigger when we pretend they're stinky<br /><br />89. Sometimes we're not pretending<br /><br />90. You watch TV with your brother<br /><br />91. The parts you like best is always the singing/music<br /><br />92. You like holding crayons<br /><br />93. You wiggle and squirm every time you get your diaper changed<br /><br />94. EVERY SINGLE DIAPER CHANGE SINCE YOU WERE BORN!!!<br /><br />95. You experiment with gravity by trying to get off furniture <em>head</em>first<br /><br />96. You sleep with your mouth open<br /><br />97. Like your mama<br /><br />98. You get the <em>most</em> snuggles out of anyone in our family<br /><br />99. From me, daddy, and even Hudson (who cuddles YOU more than anyone else)<br /><br />100. You may be suffering from Second Child Syndrome in terms of having less photographs and videos...but definitely NOT in LOVE and KISSES!<br /><br />Devin...you <em>were</em> exactly what I needed. I can't stress that enough. I am so so lucky to be your mama. I am so so grateful for you. You completed our family. I love you Baby!Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-2571404977835123532011-02-06T22:08:00.006-05:002011-02-06T22:38:07.143-05:00Happy First Birthday Devin!><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSS9xDqLK1lcXqOenQsTJm4bvmj2xm5-0uEQlBmM14uYVlCVrEWjlNBW9ACkIo0VtfcpQwa_lKC4hWOI1YHI_W-LDX12YN1pW-dHfQgmxj7B5v4ikFYNx9nbB93UoKh0WHZg7/s1600/devinbday+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570781537203135170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSS9xDqLK1lcXqOenQsTJm4bvmj2xm5-0uEQlBmM14uYVlCVrEWjlNBW9ACkIo0VtfcpQwa_lKC4hWOI1YHI_W-LDX12YN1pW-dHfQgmxj7B5v4ikFYNx9nbB93UoKh0WHZg7/s400/devinbday+008.JPG" /></a> My Rockstar Baby<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkMCtmFWVl6CX5lD4e4qCMGK1Y3W7h1fZ5RhM6pECVcw3kg-3ytzQTWDuI5oM7yjzIicOnIYfOJOdo3d9hWvAz8adYQNxj77M4x5rzIQmDMj30jI6x4vuXuZXpls4sT3KDT8b/s1600/devinbday+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570781532151958130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkMCtmFWVl6CX5lD4e4qCMGK1Y3W7h1fZ5RhM6pECVcw3kg-3ytzQTWDuI5oM7yjzIicOnIYfOJOdo3d9hWvAz8adYQNxj77M4x5rzIQmDMj30jI6x4vuXuZXpls4sT3KDT8b/s400/devinbday+010.JPG" /></a> I love his crazy hairdo<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurRJk9zMvGRRibjABGOeDMe7cGCEClygde-LbdUhvS2EdgqDDpqD8Y5oBssoYjOmJUoIx0rYUjX4HOX-Mk60YLclCw_UgrD8QpAO0VxTTrPZy9A8PpGGhXeZEh6vvOk2xQExv/s1600/devinbday+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570781524666602738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurRJk9zMvGRRibjABGOeDMe7cGCEClygde-LbdUhvS2EdgqDDpqD8Y5oBssoYjOmJUoIx0rYUjX4HOX-Mk60YLclCw_UgrD8QpAO0VxTTrPZy9A8PpGGhXeZEh6vvOk2xQExv/s400/devinbday+012.JPG" /></a> He LOVES bathtime<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa8JqAb_6hDwNnxmSjLEfDUeV7eQeG4pWogkYxxR9Ej-Ye1KEy0X2tgG2XQDfCkmPb1lXbu5L7WEbwkf5LptxGD6wxcyUy-D3FK0JEjKSOppG-IFbsSSILyZfyYvcxhcwtIAg/s1600/devinbday+016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570780956229986210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa8JqAb_6hDwNnxmSjLEfDUeV7eQeG4pWogkYxxR9Ej-Ye1KEy0X2tgG2XQDfCkmPb1lXbu5L7WEbwkf5LptxGD6wxcyUy-D3FK0JEjKSOppG-IFbsSSILyZfyYvcxhcwtIAg/s400/devinbday+016.JPG" /></a> I could munch him all day long<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidapEzbCKNLaaTde5CxJF2ZLv2KDOjq0-g0EG2e17H3CJSkKZ3GtQhNwtgtPhAr6DQltafefrZZzmdlhKkRNL5XOASA0JWRk0X4y-evPv8cfvt19eDsvd98mhp1Rn63dOeOe0E/s1600/devinbday+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570780950069802690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidapEzbCKNLaaTde5CxJF2ZLv2KDOjq0-g0EG2e17H3CJSkKZ3GtQhNwtgtPhAr6DQltafefrZZzmdlhKkRNL5XOASA0JWRk0X4y-evPv8cfvt19eDsvd98mhp1Rn63dOeOe0E/s400/devinbday+028.JPG" /></a> Cuddling Halmonie<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDZmTgTPL8rMjFAeXvJld6bR_ObovphGJ0yE7Xvn46gIsakYxdDZYycemvoaUI-IVF369zxfFwoUEajkv6kxfUDxNGp9ZcBKKTi39Ojh8Fv72ULF1HbEhDjiSLVZlm4D2w0jc/s1600/devinbday+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570780943955435474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDZmTgTPL8rMjFAeXvJld6bR_ObovphGJ0yE7Xvn46gIsakYxdDZYycemvoaUI-IVF369zxfFwoUEajkv6kxfUDxNGp9ZcBKKTi39Ojh8Fv72ULF1HbEhDjiSLVZlm4D2w0jc/s400/devinbday+032.JPG" /></a> Birthday ballooons<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpCoE7qGFQodOdAr8p-Miwgy1csiTc6CgDIIy97NEXvuScn9jvdd3H_viXcNXpHhoTlw5oLSpfsKdC_c3mPqZqDT59S-z6T_2-LPlN6y3LW874KQogY7Enh-sb7L8MIq_JItf/s1600/devinbday+054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570780943332513298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpCoE7qGFQodOdAr8p-Miwgy1csiTc6CgDIIy97NEXvuScn9jvdd3H_viXcNXpHhoTlw5oLSpfsKdC_c3mPqZqDT59S-z6T_2-LPlN6y3LW874KQogY7Enh-sb7L8MIq_JItf/s400/devinbday+054.JPG" /></a> My One Year Old Birthday Boy<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSY9pQJfMkVwkvSOH0kxI_-gytagf1WauBcY-JZegVPvPywRkuyMUqcQCICQpkX8awnzW3QVmZRL-_1I3bPKQXHaz13E0Ro05VNrgL_FVZd_aQqFTVtmx3PHMaLIt2iEmtuIV_/s1600/devinbday+055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570780933352062994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSY9pQJfMkVwkvSOH0kxI_-gytagf1WauBcY-JZegVPvPywRkuyMUqcQCICQpkX8awnzW3QVmZRL-_1I3bPKQXHaz13E0Ro05VNrgL_FVZd_aQqFTVtmx3PHMaLIt2iEmtuIV_/s400/devinbday+055.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3qKdSBx78Ggw55xriM6y4TFIKLVNNiqu4d2PRq3Cj_0JPSxB3q6KiTK77NnqGjRCl4DoQa8KUhOZt8oV0GtArX-ha3d4l9IoC7gFCqBOpgl1Hwl9Zs0S0LwuCefChBz56DjL/s1600/devinbday+065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570784462772822434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3qKdSBx78Ggw55xriM6y4TFIKLVNNiqu4d2PRq3Cj_0JPSxB3q6KiTK77NnqGjRCl4DoQa8KUhOZt8oV0GtArX-ha3d4l9IoC7gFCqBOpgl1Hwl9Zs0S0LwuCefChBz56DjL/s400/devinbday+065.JPG" /></a> In his Korean Birthday suit</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8GfXlxAxd9q34aDFPXGU2BisxtKNXN9ECYq67NmSYno5GACFNHrEMEqINegV1CFTguhGo1wgVen-98dlYcfU06MOCFpQVpMTvR35CmbR7M_0V7mrtVadTCTgLg0mmxW-hrNy/s1600/devinbday+067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570784466178380450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8GfXlxAxd9q34aDFPXGU2BisxtKNXN9ECYq67NmSYno5GACFNHrEMEqINegV1CFTguhGo1wgVen-98dlYcfU06MOCFpQVpMTvR35CmbR7M_0V7mrtVadTCTgLg0mmxW-hrNy/s400/devinbday+067.JPG" /></a> With his Auntie Sue-Poo<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCH2579tNsTGsVSfNkOUJL287EHr9iFBMjXDQppMmLGVgZTtfY1GLcCrYZ4cZQgiJusxaxk3qYZX-_Bqy5LJbcA5q1-Rki5JPwtvowI1Svlb-zqY7YVYd-9NtkokqOwgqx6m0/s1600/devinbday+070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570784461635945330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCH2579tNsTGsVSfNkOUJL287EHr9iFBMjXDQppMmLGVgZTtfY1GLcCrYZ4cZQgiJusxaxk3qYZX-_Bqy5LJbcA5q1-Rki5JPwtvowI1Svlb-zqY7YVYd-9NtkokqOwgqx6m0/s400/devinbday+070.JPG" /></a> With Mama<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Y-LYR4m99hNLkMfLdt2ilcDAYe71YLsfyRiCI4V81hUw6SMFSbRGlCI6vLNJCOmv7aheHt27Aqe1iTUlxSaMczL6KyYJPg_t1j6ViOoae1QkvPJqJsjirOQjZf-WirOgp71F/s1600/devinbday+079.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570784454057442658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Y-LYR4m99hNLkMfLdt2ilcDAYe71YLsfyRiCI4V81hUw6SMFSbRGlCI6vLNJCOmv7aheHt27Aqe1iTUlxSaMczL6KyYJPg_t1j6ViOoae1QkvPJqJsjirOQjZf-WirOgp71F/s400/devinbday+079.JPG" /></a> Happy happy birthday, baby<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEkI4QAgDtL94gsHDugTyPNDe32YwaRnuupFyg33Ho52RGFCjbYEze00IFQmx9eLgk2JtcFrtoRBFEqEoA9cknLTs5HbUuUoQQeZ9O9VsRDN-Tk9xJNNU2QL7EUJP2HHWrQql/s1600/devinbday+088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570784450935904274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEkI4QAgDtL94gsHDugTyPNDe32YwaRnuupFyg33Ho52RGFCjbYEze00IFQmx9eLgk2JtcFrtoRBFEqEoA9cknLTs5HbUuUoQQeZ9O9VsRDN-Tk9xJNNU2QL7EUJP2HHWrQql/s400/devinbday+088.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />Sweet moment with RomyJoycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-75977549036393615082011-01-30T21:39:00.004-05:002011-01-30T22:11:59.555-05:00he's home<a href="http://theletteredcottage.net/guest-post-by-the-flowerpatch-farmgirl">this post</a> has been on my mind since i read it.<br />it continually pops back in my mind.<br />i don't know why. <br />i just can't imagine giving someone up for adoption at 18 months old. <br />moreso, i can't imagine being <em>given up</em> for adoption at 18 months old.<br /><br />i stumbled aross this blog by fluke. i think i was actually googling "dining room banquette". weird how one thing leads to another.<br /><br />weird how a complete stranger's story has haunted me since i read it.<br /><br />i'm happy he's home.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-89198442038673640582011-01-18T21:58:00.004-05:002011-01-18T22:26:11.219-05:00smooch!Hudson and Emma...<br />sitting in a tree...<br />K-i-s-s-i-n-g.<br />first comes love...<br />then comes marriage...<br />then comes baby in a baby carriage.<br /><br />Hudson experienced his first kiss on the lips (from a non-family member) today. AND it was from the girl of his dreams...Emma!<br /><br />He's learning early that girls <em>are</em> complicated. Sometimes Emma likes him (like today). Sometimes he says she doesn't want to play with him. She's already got the game figured out...play hard to get to keep 'em interested. It's working.<br /><br />While we're talking about kissing...Hudson has melted our hearts lately with an expression he made up all by himself. After we kiss him, he'll lick his lips and say "I licked your kiss, so it goes all the way down to my heart" (and just so you get the full cuteness...he pronounces "heart" with a little bit of a Boston(?) accent - "hot").<br /><br />And then we have Devin's kisses...kissing him is a little like playing Russian Roulette. <em>Sometimes they are sweet, sometimes they are downright dangerous...and you just never know what kind it'll be until it's too late. </em>He's a biter. Those 4 little teeth have made me cry out in pain. Which only makes the little Bugger smile a little bigger.<br /><br />Now go kiss (or surprise/trick them with a bite instead) someone you love, and then lick it all the way down to your hawt.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-75192866761331912592011-01-09T22:22:00.003-05:002011-01-09T22:34:14.304-05:00new tricks for the new year!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxZDsrAX4sni5sB4OfczpbBnT4aIVOhwC3h5hTojQ3Y_yaHNN06_Hq1NOzqCMPlBnPioJ4KP_Rxzmc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This impressive feat (he just turned 11 months!) reminds me that I have JOY in my crazy life. </p><p>My New Years resolution: complain less, regret less, and find joy in my life <em>everyday.</em></p><p> </p>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-41253041129348667262010-12-23T14:16:00.004-05:002010-12-23T14:27:02.598-05:00The night before, the night before Christmas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4N8MOCn7ZeNp6HASe1wHQRCJ2-AU3XM8xO1TGdyhg_8IhHdVEnFVjqNIanIgqte9_hFOFS7455Vx0auNaNLwnoQyChhS2iHIaqgbO5m5hDYhbdDrQGgc7iPS024S7WT7mAxQT/s1600/santa2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4N8MOCn7ZeNp6HASe1wHQRCJ2-AU3XM8xO1TGdyhg_8IhHdVEnFVjqNIanIgqte9_hFOFS7455Vx0auNaNLwnoQyChhS2iHIaqgbO5m5hDYhbdDrQGgc7iPS024S7WT7mAxQT/s400/santa2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553959144640507234" /></a><br /><br />One day I will be one of those moms who is organized and on the ball enough to dress my kids up in matching fancy clothes for their Santa pictures. One day. Still kinda cringing that Hudson is wearing <em>sweatpants</em>.Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-34963280975195284862010-12-16T21:57:00.011-05:002010-12-17T23:50:07.224-05:00Hudson's first Christmas Concert<span style="font-size:130%;">It was adorable. It was hilarious. It was strangely, all about <em>Devin</em>!
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<br />Nothing like interupting the teacher during the introduction to announce: "Miss Maria...Devin's laughing at me!"
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<br />@1min,46 seconds: Devin! Devin (stomp foot for emphasis)!
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<br />@ 21 seconds: Oh Devin! Oh Sweetie!
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<br /><p>@40 seconds: Mommy call Devin!</p><p>@50 seconds: Devin!
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<br /><p>He has asked Santa for: a High Flying Adventures Backyardigans DVD, skates, a wallet (seriously?), sparkles (again...WTH?), new PJ's (I thought kids never <em>asked</em> for clothes?), and most recently walkie-talkies (the funny part is he asked for them <em>before</em> asking me what they are/do).
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<br />Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22561049.post-44608118177570055792010-12-14T23:02:00.003-05:002010-12-14T23:28:39.466-05:0020 monthsis how long it's been since i've lived in my own house.<br /><br />20 months since i've slept in my own bed.<br />20 months since i've drank out of my own favorite mug.<br />20 months since i've had all my clothes, shoes, jewellery, <em>things</em>, in one location.<br />20 months since i've eaten my breakfast in my underwear (i've tried to at my mother's house, and she yells at me to put on more clothes...not because she's a prude, but because she still believes that you can get sick from dressing too cold!)<br /><br />it's these simple things that i miss the most. the things that make a house a home.<br /><br />but if home is where the heart is...<br /><br />then i guess i shouldn't complain...<br /><br />because, look at these two...<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3o4msbbTqaj5BvAwy2gIEmKb8NOiLrOeTJ9FkiXcAO4fY-2rFPhJsc1lSI97jdQz055SAb6v2TK7X5vko8OMyp0XDzaW4TP5MQIos_hyUY8OwNz2dG-UhtfZfAN4Zgh1brq1/s1600/DSC04843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550759955676925506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3o4msbbTqaj5BvAwy2gIEmKb8NOiLrOeTJ9FkiXcAO4fY-2rFPhJsc1lSI97jdQz055SAb6v2TK7X5vko8OMyp0XDzaW4TP5MQIos_hyUY8OwNz2dG-UhtfZfAN4Zgh1brq1/s400/DSC04843.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvCXAgXsK2FsUoeymz1vecBs9xGcl2LbumOV3xZ6pYX5oKMbE0UINqSMpeLXptVlTO_7Esy6tx2q2xq20XveFjQ4BoLfk6cMa_yc7SI0gDYofFNsuCJvCaZPDhPmi6Oxdp-SF/s1600/DSC04826.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550759949961533506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvCXAgXsK2FsUoeymz1vecBs9xGcl2LbumOV3xZ6pYX5oKMbE0UINqSMpeLXptVlTO_7Esy6tx2q2xq20XveFjQ4BoLfk6cMa_yc7SI0gDYofFNsuCJvCaZPDhPmi6Oxdp-SF/s400/DSC04826.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWS8IB6Ua5bHAG8jYGdYlL_zSUgXH4Muncr1jaKErTwstg9JgzlQl3VSrqVzHBZOEgfPWEumh2driYKwZN001hn96iV5O76V64w0Bs4wbBirdYlIpA-qjMYQSqfkN9x2YgaK61/s1600/DSC04828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550759945877749202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWS8IB6Ua5bHAG8jYGdYlL_zSUgXH4Muncr1jaKErTwstg9JgzlQl3VSrqVzHBZOEgfPWEumh2driYKwZN001hn96iV5O76V64w0Bs4wbBirdYlIpA-qjMYQSqfkN9x2YgaK61/s400/DSC04828.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>they make this situation bearable. </p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </p>Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594900468185542010noreply@blogger.com4