tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23290746192354600082024-03-05T01:16:53.244-06:00A Little Ray of SunshineUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-70956202405392713212010-06-13T11:24:00.003-05:002010-06-13T12:26:31.720-05:00First Birthday!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBg8XmTyNIoMAt8XwSMnNyLZm_YZLJJhJ1R784eVUiwJty3ax5GKYfAeOsMJ5pxG9O0zM-vpuTNEvNTwvKa3vxHhj3c6KpD7gHNCetDQuC7dI65jvY8wMc5-7mLrtCTyxmOwzj_PoAFTz/s1600/DSC_2203.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482310470208184210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBg8XmTyNIoMAt8XwSMnNyLZm_YZLJJhJ1R784eVUiwJty3ax5GKYfAeOsMJ5pxG9O0zM-vpuTNEvNTwvKa3vxHhj3c6KpD7gHNCetDQuC7dI65jvY8wMc5-7mLrtCTyxmOwzj_PoAFTz/s400/DSC_2203.JPG" /></a> Good morning Birthday Girl!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEZBmcBQCEUcSTZhBqR2avvZZ2N2CxffuFN6gONwA6Pq9DWOfmHZX5WjdXOkSKNNN24rLm-nYjhsEPkEcA6LBvzHcFOzduus11g23XEIGiRnv88I7dDqCoDpplQVvgh5tzGXHczAZfIvC/s1600/DSC_2209.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482310214902795058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEZBmcBQCEUcSTZhBqR2avvZZ2N2CxffuFN6gONwA6Pq9DWOfmHZX5WjdXOkSKNNN24rLm-nYjhsEPkEcA6LBvzHcFOzduus11g23XEIGiRnv88I7dDqCoDpplQVvgh5tzGXHczAZfIvC/s400/DSC_2209.JPG" /></a>I'm ready to open my presents!!!<br /><br /><p align="left">We just celebrated a wonderful first birthday with Farley yesterday. I am completely amazed that it has been a whole year since she came into our lives. She is so awesome and we've been saying it obnoxiously for months now, but one more time: she really is the best and most happy baby! Her party had been in the works for almost six months (seriously, I started planning after Christmas) and it turned out so great. We had so many family and friends help us celebrate and I think everyone enjoyed themselves. Farley partied through a couple of meals and her naptime and was still sweet and entertaining as always.<br />I know I haven't blogged in a while (life has been a little crazy this past month), so I want to record some things I'd like to remember about her at 12 months! (still blows my mind to think it).<br /></p><ul><li><div align="left">I'm talking, yes indeed: Farley is beginning to get more verbal. She still makes a lot of nonsense words, but she says "mama (yes!!!), dada, uh-oh, thank you (tank ooh), wow." Plus, she understands a ton more, and will react to: ball (get the ball), kitty cat(clicks her tongue to call him), night-night (lays her head down), bye-bye (waves), and a bunch more I can't list!</div></li><li><div align="left">I walk it out: Well, no, she's not really walking yet, but is getting close. She can stand on her own for a couple of seconds and has taken one step, but I can tell she's ready to figure it out. We're working with her and practicing lots!</div></li><li><div align="left">Sleepy girl: She does a pretty good job sleeping at night. She goes 10 1/2 to 11 hours and usually does pretty well barring some gassy incidents or teething. She is down to one nap a day, usually 1 1/2 to 2 hours.</div></li><li><div align="left">Big smile!: She does loooove to give these huge grins now. It is so funny... she scrunches up her nose and smiles so big! She still only has her two bottom teeth but is starting to cut one of her top teeth.</div></li><li><div align="left">Real food: Since she moved into the Infant 4 class, she has been doing solids mostly. A few weeks ago she decided <strong>no more baby food</strong>!!! So, she does mostly finger foods now-- a lot of fruit (watermelon is her favorite), some veggies, cheerios, Gerber Graduates meals, cheese, goldfish, pasta, bread, and a bunch of other things. </div></li><li><div align="left">Lovey-dovey: Farley is still super sweet and cuddly. She loves to love on you! She gives the very best hugs and will just pat you on the back. She has started giving kisses (very slobbery!). And, she has started giving love to her animals, too. You can tell her to "give it love" and she'll pick it up and hug it to her chest. So cute!</div></li><li><div align="left">On the other end of the spectrum: Farley is also the class bully! Her teacher confirmed this the other day when I dropped her off in the morning and she went to one of the boys, smacked him in the head, and took his toy! All of the boys in her class are scared of her! We have been trying to teach "be sweet" by patting gently instead of smacking. We'll see how that goes!</div></li><li><div align="left">Wiggly worm: I think this is the stage where we begin to talk about how much energy she has and wish we had a fraction. When she's awake, Farley is <strong>never</strong> not busy! She will seriously wear your skin off if you try to contain the action. </div></li></ul><p align="left">I'm sure there's lots more things I'll think of, so I'll come back and add as necessary. We are still trying to recover from yesterday's festivities and there are toys galore to be sorted and put away and a destroyed house to prove it! Thank you Farley for making our lives so wonderful this past year and we can't wait for all the many more to come!</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-90335978362779555252010-05-12T14:48:00.001-05:002010-05-12T15:47:51.265-05:0011 Months<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIk-mEQ_2TNhdPdqzV7_C8S8z_617sArSPvT_AtzoT-8r8RRJu2gfzd1vj2T3pvKHPca1ul5mO3eTkYsXp8CGf8SYq__mWXcSnDFopjbDTWkTNWCT6BZbwM0EYpl4qzB5dFOq7UvWrq4e9/s1600/photo-751922.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470473006642504562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIk-mEQ_2TNhdPdqzV7_C8S8z_617sArSPvT_AtzoT-8r8RRJu2gfzd1vj2T3pvKHPca1ul5mO3eTkYsXp8CGf8SYq__mWXcSnDFopjbDTWkTNWCT6BZbwM0EYpl4qzB5dFOq7UvWrq4e9/s320/photo-751922.jpg" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Happy 11 Month-Birthday sweet girl! I took this last night while I was conducting a "gratuitous fashion show." (Jason's description) Since we'll be headed to the beach soon, I needed to know if those precious new bathing suits and cover-ups were going to fit! And, really, (dang it Jason) I just wanted to see her as a bathing beauty!</p><p class="mobile-photo">So, here we are at 11 whole months old... soon looms the big 1!!! Some things to remember: Farley</p><ul><li><div class="mobile-photo">is getting closer to walking every day. She loves to hang on and walk around, and has even made it a couple of steps just holding onto one hand. I'm guessing in a month or so, we may take those first independent steps. We shall see!</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is honing her dancing skills. Maybe I should say "skillz" instead! (As in, mad dancin' skillz.) I think she's going to take after her parents and be a dancin' fool. She will dance to anything with any hint of a beat and it is ridiculously hysterical. The best is when she's standing and holding onto something and gets going-- she will bust out the stanky leg. It is awesome on so many levels. The only crime is that Jason and I have yet to video it!</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">has discovered that she can point at things. Farley has been pointing to pictures in books for a while now, but it's like she just discovered she can do it in real life, too. </div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is the reigning champion of super peek a boo. We don't just cover our faces to play. We play it hard core! Like, around the side of the couch and I'll jump out and squeal "BOO!" and she thinks it is the most awesome thing in the history of America. I mean, she gets so hysterical that she has given herself leather burn on her face because she is laughing so hard she can't catch herself and slides down the side of the couch face first.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">has started holding her own bottle. I still can't bring myself to stick her in the high chair to give it to her, though. She reclines in my lap and I'm there to help if it starts to droop.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">knows the importance of accessorizing. Well, maybe that's not what it is, but she is learning about where things go, what they do, etc. If her shoes are sitting on the floor, she'll pick them up and pat them against her foot. She also loves to pull Jason's hat off his head and put it back on, and pull my sunglasses off and put them back on. Which, if you're wondering, is not safe. I may lose an eyeball before this is all over with.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is the best hugger! I love picking Farley up because she loves to give love. Sometimes it's like holding a little monkey because she'll wrap those arms around your neck or shoulders and just hang on. Other times, she'll pat you on the back while she's hugging. Arggh- Love. It.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">loves books. Thanks to some very generous friends, we have enough board books for a small library... and Farley loves it! She'll get all of her books out at once and strow them all over the floor (by the way, have I mentioned how tidy our house is all the time now? No? Hmmm. Wonder why?) and just flip the pages. I sure hope she continues her love for books (says the extremely nerdy book worm adolescent that still lives somewhere inside me).</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is busy. Busy. BUSY. I mean, I have never seen one human do so much stuff all the time. I know I'm going to be flabbergasted when she's a little older and runs everywhere, but let me be amazed by this, too. Farley is constantly doing <strong>something</strong>. She will stand by a table and pick up something from the floor and put it on the table, knock it back down to the floor, squat and pick it back up, throw it back on the floor, up, down, up, down. Get down and crawl to a toy and pick it up. Sit it down. Pick it up. Throw it behind her. See anther toy across the room. Crawl rapidly towards that toy. Get distracted by the cat. Chase the cat. Catch the cat. Not know what to do, so yell at the cat until he runs in fear. Crawl again to chase the cat. See the toy that was original goal. Crawl towards it. Pass furniture on the way. Pull up on the furniture. Chew on the furniture. AND SO ON!!! I mean it. Busy. Always doing something. Endlessly entertaining.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">gets more "toddler-ish" everyday. I keep seeing these baby things slipping away to the little kiddo she will be (sooner than I'd like). She eats finger foods a bunch now, and has just about decided she doesn't like baby food. She moves up to the Infant 4 class at school in a couple of weeks and she'll do table food (!) mostly and will get on the schedule of only one nap a day. That will be fine with her-- she's been fighting her two-nap schedule for a few weeks now, and it took me almost an hour last weekend to get her down for her morning nap!</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is learning how to exert her own will. It is funny to see her begin to develop opinions and preferences as her personality starts showing. While I see a lot of sweetness and affection in her, I have started to see glimpses of a willful little spirit in her, too! The other day she actually had a full-out tantrum (for an 11-month old) in her high chair when I took her food away. She was putting food in her mouth faster than she was chewing and swallowing, so I scooted it out of reach until she could finish what was in her mouth and take a sip of water. Well, she started crying (the "please take a breath now" kind where they get all red) and pulling her hair... big huge tears running down her cheeks. I made her finish that mouthful and slid the food back to her and *bing* she stopped. Like a light switch. And started smiling. And, yes, I know I shouldn't have laughed. But I did. She's good.</div></li></ul><p class="mobile-photo">Well, this post has gone on way too long so I'll end it there. Plus, I know, blogs are supposed to be like kid's books: a lot of pictures and not so many words, so I'll try to get some posted soon!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-19274913300967921372010-05-10T09:57:00.002-05:002010-05-10T10:39:30.454-05:00Mother's Day<p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_psdfw25f6w_pAPKqAFBNxzkC3hJecFbpnJIL2zIXaz_GnfH_0HfsW6FwwtGEW4VAbIk5EgGOseKAR4zDdM-rxizYezAT-yRmQdstCK09UR-_YcKsPjntKH0cvLCWcQrKPL4zxPd1utZx/s1600/photo-761390.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469656148639064818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_psdfw25f6w_pAPKqAFBNxzkC3hJecFbpnJIL2zIXaz_GnfH_0HfsW6FwwtGEW4VAbIk5EgGOseKAR4zDdM-rxizYezAT-yRmQdstCK09UR-_YcKsPjntKH0cvLCWcQrKPL4zxPd1utZx/s320/photo-761390.jpg" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo" align="center">She loves wearing her Mama's sunglasses (I moved to cheapies recently after a disturbing Farley/RayBan/asphalt incident)</p><p class="mobile-photo">I celebrated my first Mother's Day yesterday and now there's been such a high standard set, I don't know if it can ever be topped! I woke up to presents (a big surprise- go Jason and Farley!) on the kitchen table. They were sweet and thoughtful and perfect... those two really did a great job! Jason had intended to have me "not lift a finger" all day while he cleaned the house and did other duties, but a hurt shoulder from Saturday prevented that. It didn't matter, though. He still managed to get my car cleaned (awesome!) and then we went for sushi (my fave) and Yogurt Mountain (no, I had never been but it was everything I had hoped... and more!!!) We had such a wonderful day together! I think Mother's Day might be one of my favorite holidays now! </p><p class="mobile-photo">Much like almost everything else you learn as you grow up, one can't really appreciate some things until you do them yourself. Being a mom is one of those things, I guess. I mean, I always appreciated my mom (who is a fantastic mother and lady), grandmother, great-grandmother, and other mom-like figures, but when you have the opportunity to try it yourself... I mean, I think moms = superwomen!!! I never grasped how much it would change me, despite how much I was warned. It is a combination of the most exhausting (mentally and physically) and rewarding thing at the same time. I never knew I would love being a mom so much. Farley is the most precious and special gift I could ever receive... a mama's love for her baby (no matter the age, I'm sure) can't be put into words, so I won't even try. So, here's to the moms out there, the ones no longer with us, and those still waiting for their time. </p><p class="mobile-photo">By the by... best part of my Mother's Day of all??? Farley said "mama" to me. I know she babbled it once long ago, but quit and hadn't said it again until yesterday. And, then, once she started, wasn't stopping! Awesome! In the interest of full disclosure, though, she also called me "dada" a few times, too! I will pretend I didn't hear that!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-56050995875094556092010-05-07T09:24:00.002-05:002010-05-07T09:37:41.872-05:00Little Miss Independent<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYIClWeAuOmLovPuc8vd-r7wK-l3GltKOjSvy_Riuzd-19Xd15VT_6LJ2S5zXmr03xHlSdoOW6bz_i4TBzXY-CkiRnPztSAE5p_aF6X23LXFGx8RH5ZYsMUXD_yy-eY6VqA5bptuwdlQP/s1600/photo-738052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468534205797855858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYIClWeAuOmLovPuc8vd-r7wK-l3GltKOjSvy_Riuzd-19Xd15VT_6LJ2S5zXmr03xHlSdoOW6bz_i4TBzXY-CkiRnPztSAE5p_aF6X23LXFGx8RH5ZYsMUXD_yy-eY6VqA5bptuwdlQP/s320/photo-738052.jpg" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Here's a picture I took of Farley last night at dinnertime. She loves to feed herself with the spoon. She gets so excited when she rings her mouth! Probably because when she does, I'm cheering like a drunk Bama fan at a big game-- loud and almost falling off my seat! Haha! To be sure she actually receives adequate nutrition, we follow the pattern: mama feeds a bite, Farley feeds a bite, and so on. I do have to actually scoop the food, but then I just sit the spoon in the bowl and she takes it from there! But, Jason did tell me yesterday (and I quote), "Farley and I had to re-evaluate our confidence in her self-feeding ability after she missed her mouth and jammed bananas and oats into her eyeball." He said she resembled Popeye momentarily, but didn't cry and just looked at him like, "Daaaaddd. You're supposed to keep me from doing this." Oh well, she's getting there, I suppose!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-27466061042179569432010-05-02T11:35:00.006-05:002010-05-02T11:52:31.494-05:00A Rare Sighting, IndeedYes, I feel like I should be talking in my Steve Irwin Whisper Voice. "Ah, yes, there they are...rarely spotted in the wild... aren't they a beaut'?" I have been trying for a month, no lie, to get a picture of Farley's new toofies. It has been quite a challenge, as I refuse to hold her down and pry her mouth open with one hand and snap a picture with the other. But, finally-- success!!! Here's my journey:<br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466714522575385650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHJKh-jBDFEVzxrKcxsnalUHP4B2cpBCNfRof1iGH9siw4i4eHAkPQRmywyL48RUpMLhYdaD6DzLPEEk6BV6qM3OjUM6sSSjnM-0EvVgNzrUFoAZAix6aXKi0z8k5U6qJK8G0BBIjihd7/s400/DSC_1541.JPG" /></div><div align="center">She's telling me something, like "I want to chew on your camera strap, lady, not show you my teeth." Sounds like: "bah gah bah bah bah dah dah...pbbbbbttt"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKh7UCGm8yUePd-7o9Y7VNQBE96M-caiA6RbE0VGseI_ZXfitu8vZsIoRLnTDo-6uKhrgLWRu1SAfrHPm3jL4VSQJ_uqJ4PX6HUHIFPJ9LDOVyAe1LCTB8yGHjeNIJdTUPulBxNMvDl_oR/s1600/DSC_1520.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466713394050254306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKh7UCGm8yUePd-7o9Y7VNQBE96M-caiA6RbE0VGseI_ZXfitu8vZsIoRLnTDo-6uKhrgLWRu1SAfrHPm3jL4VSQJ_uqJ4PX6HUHIFPJ9LDOVyAe1LCTB8yGHjeNIJdTUPulBxNMvDl_oR/s400/DSC_1520.JPG" /></a>Close... a big scream, as she loves to do, but blocked by the tongue </div><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBKc-QOVM1iji3TxO4CojfFRpmcQHQ9i_bfXMg8G1KSBcG2yVmnFvR7W6uDQVzKKWL8SxvOKkj6-SOeuPnIy-D85V6lZvnvbAeNa70337HpMgVuWuoJxlWhrUdv5kzB9zemOmtjk3jY-n/s1600/DSC_1547.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712776228374818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBKc-QOVM1iji3TxO4CojfFRpmcQHQ9i_bfXMg8G1KSBcG2yVmnFvR7W6uDQVzKKWL8SxvOKkj6-SOeuPnIy-D85V6lZvnvbAeNa70337HpMgVuWuoJxlWhrUdv5kzB9zemOmtjk3jY-n/s400/DSC_1547.JPG" /></a>Showing off our impeccable table manners, but not our teeth!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAswG2jF31BDdJU0gDe50Byq5E-ENg4GBg9cc16Nnrl3Wjqkoaa0U7HP22zUSyT-AwuogjXITDc1Ca9Xs9bzkOlkafzxoiwwdsquJZRrv7pEauzB4OdE0VSEWNeXFtjKVxD36fZd-Vwwu/s1600/DSC_1583.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712538164934802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAswG2jF31BDdJU0gDe50Byq5E-ENg4GBg9cc16Nnrl3Wjqkoaa0U7HP22zUSyT-AwuogjXITDc1Ca9Xs9bzkOlkafzxoiwwdsquJZRrv7pEauzB4OdE0VSEWNeXFtjKVxD36fZd-Vwwu/s400/DSC_1583.JPG" /></a> Coming to "get" mama, but not quite a big enough smile...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijciRW8sBNMndSgb9nWMADZsuJ17DaKfpCXns9_S93KRBttGvF_mlkBR_z39bw-k1bHqW4pJpAq9biaufcZQskv7tYQPsl5MUIDud5mK8q4Fh0N-WU3IZ-MWe_5M3xv6I1ZIR0iyr2c18k/s1600/DSC_1573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466712349792034114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijciRW8sBNMndSgb9nWMADZsuJ17DaKfpCXns9_S93KRBttGvF_mlkBR_z39bw-k1bHqW4pJpAq9biaufcZQskv7tYQPsl5MUIDud5mK8q4Fh0N-WU3IZ-MWe_5M3xv6I1ZIR0iyr2c18k/s400/DSC_1573.JPG" /></a> But finally.... wheeeee! The extremely rare Farleyicus Dentalmus Chomperi (Latin name-- phyla, genus, species... or whatever order... it's been a long time since I took Biology as you can tell!)</div><div> </div><div align="left">So far, from what I can tell, she seems satisfied with these two and in no rush to sprout any more. No teething or buds, so I might not be posting pictures of her next ones for many many months! Good thing-- trying to get photographic evidence of these wore me out!!!<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-55615741544425102762010-04-21T21:46:00.010-05:002010-04-21T22:07:25.081-05:00A Trip to the ZooWe ventured out to the Birmingham Zoo last Saturday... it was Farley's first time and she loved it (other than the allergic reaction to her sunscreen). Here's some pics of the day...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtl6KDf4NVkdlLskCs8R9IPQK3U4TgPOinCrmz0JMvVM6JTa70nu7M-i9Er18HXM4eyFTaeaOWkiBVCGehreDSyKUJqAxuKvFND8cmtBPR4fF-jISChL4ulAK6YyhRPbvueMFSHcywgTm7/s1600/DSC_1365.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462789816306364738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtl6KDf4NVkdlLskCs8R9IPQK3U4TgPOinCrmz0JMvVM6JTa70nu7M-i9Er18HXM4eyFTaeaOWkiBVCGehreDSyKUJqAxuKvFND8cmtBPR4fF-jISChL4ulAK6YyhRPbvueMFSHcywgTm7/s400/DSC_1365.JPG" /></a>Getting in prime "animal viewing position"- Farley's favorite way to travel </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslzsrhGGDlPrZMZJ8qbut48qNtF61pF8VZkH0RLKQVFnpZUdnmbuNyJCftZnD6blmFKXPGdVj2p7FZT12ZeMNmQVLL0nyzpiVKz6V0l2zPhB628ZAud8kYRkPHoKbEqAcc3uwq7c7I3XW/s1600/DSC_1418.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462789637649033410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslzsrhGGDlPrZMZJ8qbut48qNtF61pF8VZkH0RLKQVFnpZUdnmbuNyJCftZnD6blmFKXPGdVj2p7FZT12ZeMNmQVLL0nyzpiVKz6V0l2zPhB628ZAud8kYRkPHoKbEqAcc3uwq7c7I3XW/s400/DSC_1418.JPG" /></a>The monkey house was her favorite-- must have reminded her of Monty.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvPvRQkH-aWnrIiYGGHlmlw9ySFxzQoKd0iEsxhC2G-r0v6-96n0XndX52PStsGO2vrBCJGfEqUZHWlWbs81ypnq0iCdPN5svhSWL9NyquLe9-4ZcRypNkMaji_RzLNqk2ikx2OmFDPeE/s1600/DSC_1431.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462789428957743154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvPvRQkH-aWnrIiYGGHlmlw9ySFxzQoKd0iEsxhC2G-r0v6-96n0XndX52PStsGO2vrBCJGfEqUZHWlWbs81ypnq0iCdPN5svhSWL9NyquLe9-4ZcRypNkMaji_RzLNqk2ikx2OmFDPeE/s400/DSC_1431.JPG" /></a>Her hat looks very jaunty here!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0YMFxp-jUzl3Vk-9azfsNHtr2oQLsTPL3cklzH-GDlkHcLPM2OuyDj3gpNT3bKvBRiN3z-bt0vIQIEqil0HT3Et2alKkTP-iFFX8IEG66DjKpyZwv77ySJihMDnjVBSWQZylq4yMK6sA/s1600/DSC_1437.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462789187755508642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0YMFxp-jUzl3Vk-9azfsNHtr2oQLsTPL3cklzH-GDlkHcLPM2OuyDj3gpNT3bKvBRiN3z-bt0vIQIEqil0HT3Et2alKkTP-iFFX8IEG66DjKpyZwv77ySJihMDnjVBSWQZylq4yMK6sA/s400/DSC_1437.JPG" /></a> She said "oooh" to just about every animal we saw. This is her looking at the flamingos, which she proceeded to call like she calls the cat!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqe6uhLLC1EUGkex6ty9a7bP3IoHfNjJq4ksB329uEYR5TkPJgG9iu_8D_iqHjGWz0ySXtbzbqCRVBbkuLfjGiZmykksd-QDvPcso48EWdU0u7BR1vLe4K-167hMwf7pRfjsy3bEFRW4mB/s1600/DSC_1457.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462788925564272674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqe6uhLLC1EUGkex6ty9a7bP3IoHfNjJq4ksB329uEYR5TkPJgG9iu_8D_iqHjGWz0ySXtbzbqCRVBbkuLfjGiZmykksd-QDvPcso48EWdU0u7BR1vLe4K-167hMwf7pRfjsy3bEFRW4mB/s400/DSC_1457.JPG" /></a></div><div>A chipmunk we spotted... I keed, I keed- just Farley's cheeks making an appearance</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEZrCR5goF9BUV_yS-U1_LFIiwUAgkDYizFAaGHYBqkc4NdVstFcNLKAAhXNa9rit4VnND3JxURhHx7izOTj03Hd0jegiJUT7sRPUdAGvKhIFnVZWjLbSqs9OvQzjYJGTCpEyeUUwYVpc/s1600/DSC_1487.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462788656109183170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEZrCR5goF9BUV_yS-U1_LFIiwUAgkDYizFAaGHYBqkc4NdVstFcNLKAAhXNa9rit4VnND3JxURhHx7izOTj03Hd0jegiJUT7sRPUdAGvKhIFnVZWjLbSqs9OvQzjYJGTCpEyeUUwYVpc/s400/DSC_1487.JPG" /></a> Almost zoo'd out... taking a little break!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSx7xpU0ZCjbpYfz26fCKWIwFqwtqXhswXZ5iR5eZzJnHOFO6HGxGIuwPJ4GOc6IiFGyEPnwiJraLUDprRJ5C0UdBIyGdVYGdBS9pcnjRFG3LhHK2LreFOHSP0I2DcwUgRAROrYvjToES/s1600/DSC_1472.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462788363307316370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSx7xpU0ZCjbpYfz26fCKWIwFqwtqXhswXZ5iR5eZzJnHOFO6HGxGIuwPJ4GOc6IiFGyEPnwiJraLUDprRJ5C0UdBIyGdVYGdBS9pcnjRFG3LhHK2LreFOHSP0I2DcwUgRAROrYvjToES/s400/DSC_1472.JPG" /></a> I liked the animals, but nothing compares to my daddy!!!</div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-37844059169580196202010-04-13T09:55:00.004-05:002010-04-22T09:16:34.477-05:0010 Months<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJETnCZ7bo7mETE0TEinz27tNko5oquhubESrU064NR1PM5dT_pmg2Ja42YfQXDf3I10lo92OaukUUSXxObKvs_vcMhhxXsMPpJ5ljXEf_5ol6XCndJZKiEQczeoE2YG-7SHfQGuYkHAGn/s1600/photo-735104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635877893038754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJETnCZ7bo7mETE0TEinz27tNko5oquhubESrU064NR1PM5dT_pmg2Ja42YfQXDf3I10lo92OaukUUSXxObKvs_vcMhhxXsMPpJ5ljXEf_5ol6XCndJZKiEQczeoE2YG-7SHfQGuYkHAGn/s320/photo-735104.jpg" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">Well, our little sweetpea turned 10 months old yesterday. Here she is with her mama this morning in a precious spring outfit. Slightly less precious when I discovered upon our arrival at daycare that she had sneezed and wiped green snot on her white cardigan. It's just what the outfit needed, really. So springy... (and p.s... at what point in my life prior to now did I think that I would find a "snotty-nosed kid" so dang cute??? Never before, but you never know, I guess...) No worries, though. One wipe later and we were back in business. By the way, baby wipes are awesome on so many levels-- they're like the paper towels of the gods. Will it be bad when I still carry them around when Farley is 20-something? Enough jabbering... on to the list!</p><p class="mobile-photo">At 10 months, Farley:</p><ul><li><div class="mobile-photo">is still talking. A lot. She will just jabber away (see her mother's own admission above) and it's so cute. She loves to say "uh oh" and makes a point to drop (throw) things or knock them over just so she can say it.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">wants to climb Mt. Kilamanjaro (sp?). Yep, I think I might have a climber. Bless her heart, though, she is a product of her parents so she's a little lacking in the leg department. So, whenever she pulls up on the object of the moment, she starts hiking a leg up. Luckily, she doesn't usually have enough leg to get up on whatever it is! Its only a matter of time, though.</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is a music lover. She will sing and dance to any music playing. Maybe I should have put quote marks around the "sing" and "dance" part, but its so cute. The singing is more like some "ahhh-ing" and the dancing is mainly a bouncy pumping (that sounds so weird, but if you saw it, you'd be like "yeah... bouncy pumping... totally"). The only songs she knows the lyrics (ha!) is the song that Monty (her sockmonkey) sings, which is "ooh ooh, ahh ahh." She totally will sing that one. And then she grabs him, hugs him, and then wipes her nose on him. I think I may see a pattern emerging...</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is so brave. When will we get to that phase where she is a bit more timid in the exploration department? Farley will travel anywhere she can get to via her favorite mode of transport (crawling) and does so without fear. Will she barrel down a hall towards a room where no one is that's pitch dark? Sure! She doesn't look back to make sure she has protection. See... Mt. Kilamanjaro... watch out, this baby is an explorer for sure!</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is steppin'. Yep, she is practing her walking skills with Mom and Dad and is getting a little bit better at the whole "one foot in front of the other" action. Plus, she's cruising now, and can make progress around the coffee table. This is indicated by the tiny greasy finger prints that form a lovely border!</div></li><li><div class="mobile-photo">is right on track. This isn't the thrilling stuff, but what I'll need to remember when I start working--I know, the guilt is heavy-- on her baby book. At her 9-month appointment (which was after her 9-month post, so sorry for the late stats), she was in the 56th percentile for weight, but only 25th for height (leg-ularly challenged... welcome to my world, sister). She is wearing 9 to 12 month size clothes and size 3 diapers and shoes. She still eats mostly stage 2 foods on the spoon, but does a lot of finger foods and <strong>lurves </strong>wheat bread. (carb-ularly challenged... again, welcome to my world, Farley). She does well with water in her sippy cup. No juice because, well I guess because I'm the meaniest mom ever. (just practicing for later). She still doesn't feed herself her own bottle and is the only one in her class not to. This is what happens when you're the favorite and the teachers spoil you! But, a couple of times, she has picked it up of her own accord and drank the last little bit. Just DO NOT think you are going to <strong>make</strong> her do it!</div></li></ul><p class="mobile-photo">That's all I can think of right this second, though each time I do one of these month updates I always think of something I forgot and try to remember it to go back and add it. Then I forget what it was. Ahhhh... Mom Brain. Potentially worse than pregnant brain. I think. I can't really remember. What was I saying?</p><p class="mobile-photo">ED: Hey hey hey! I remembered something. And then forgot it. And then remembered it again!!! So, here's my additional bullet point... Farley is:</p><ul><li><div class="mobile-photo">sporting two teeth!!!! Ahhahhhahaha (maniacal laugh). I wrote on her 9-month that she probably still wouldn't have teeth but I eat my words! She has her two bottom teeth poking out. They're not all the way out, but they're coming! As predicted, I have not been able to capture them on film. (or file, as I guess we should say it these days) They are cute, though-- they are growing (groan) on me!</div></li></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-18286945980239998242010-04-09T15:48:00.007-05:002010-04-09T15:56:36.866-05:00Just Because... You got a problem with that?<div>I didn't think so! Its Friday afternoon, gorgeous outside, and I'm about to have another weekend to hang out with my family! Doesn't get any better than that! So, have a great weekend-- it should be beautiful, so...<br /><br /><div>have some fun in the sun...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458244165586768338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRD2ois-k_ck6snMenh_RB22n0oYixLreIcF4h6KdTLaTf9I-QthkvxEKtTHx0Xoh5OZj5UPXybCyxh1PY0S570r8iWvdvP2Mwl6volHEJ98WH7L-DBiK4QF9AeMLW9og0SJhqVFGHdz3/s400/DSC_0991.JPG" /> <div></div><div> </div></div><div>and feel the grass (faux or not) between your toes. Or fingers (whatever works for you)</div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458243891518575842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFXTgCOadqaVHsI5O81vbdSIuXHBi-p4bPnmkOV_jqF6zFRqFQ8cqQq7a30tXSF3xnRNePIu4-NCIhRwmU2SW60Tsml194V-lnRpjfDoIvyY_FFXSFzWYYNLGrRrYZTBJiXFjInXdW9y_/s400/DSC_1012.JPG" /><br /><p>(pictures from a couple of weekends ago at Veterans Park)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-76646828135223534762010-04-07T14:50:00.015-05:002010-04-09T15:42:50.365-05:00Thanks, Easter Bunny! Bok bok!<div align="left">I'm finally getting to posting my Easter pics. It was such a wonderful day: good food, good company, good candy in Farley's basket (that Easter bunny-- he knew Lent with no candy had been rough on Farley's mama so he brought her some to share), and most of all, the anniversary of the greatest day in history for us all to celebrate. Easter=great day!<br /></div><div align="left">It was a big day for Farley... short on napping and big on activity, but she was a trooper and never fussed a bit. That is one thing I feel brave enough to taunt the universe about... no matter how much I brag about how stinkin' good she is, well, she's still so good! She's happy and laid back-- Jason and I really lucked out. Can we brag and pretend that it's all a result of our awesome parenting skills? However, a year and a half from now when she's having a full-blown nuclear meltdown in a department store, can I then claim that I never said it? Deal! On with the good stuff:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457503891523363490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LZ0eKTqmxTw8EDlrc3en6ne5UbEmFdkhoLnBb9VsV9xizSTXBEiXIneNauvqma-5hyRo4BccLg1VxeZXUTybm2oj8L7tkpsVpc9OLeL6UySXEPfptHvAEcG6iOBruqNLmyFcmFSnvBje/s400/DSC_1111.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Her Easter basket (made by Cooie)...includes a new bath towel and spout cover (for taking big girl baths in the tub), a new sippy cup, a new shirt for Monty her sock monkey, a cross for her room, and CANDY!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457503723617241266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-tsTy-XResOV68ScYzefAZekrmtO-DGZKcMStE_n4RzjxhXrT6RYNSYmyaI0_6V42S__qUGeKPxOKFch5x-WdouAb24Vn9z90Ol2MgbvbPasxc59xzWLWkqjQNwwO84Cdn-oCr8R4w92/s400/DSC_1117.JPG" /></div><div align="center">What's all this stuff? For me?<br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457502249398352306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfco0_enZ2KWqy5AeLNfN0NwWfzoX1E49ioxjh61ctOB5o3r5sVYElVRq_wQUlJ4p_7NntVSF5mlIqXZTOYBbOa-lSN72v78Ym89tAwruxdlZpSpZE79vJCaYXyRjSQ8SGjJCpPgvMmgq2/s400/DSC_1131.JPG" /> <p align="center">As if you don't already know who these people are...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4Z9j3P6hJPg2lIwWODz2Ulzc1toMxrSYvOIUUGNBhUr3nerDvGHhexLkCuhQLAZuRl3XHH8jg720WuSU57_tmqgpPGWXQL6p5tVzDyjrQIJ1EuA1uPEUOZf5s0cgOIhLhBNF7uDzpdOM/s1600/DSC_1145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457497186029615154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4Z9j3P6hJPg2lIwWODz2Ulzc1toMxrSYvOIUUGNBhUr3nerDvGHhexLkCuhQLAZuRl3XHH8jg720WuSU57_tmqgpPGWXQL6p5tVzDyjrQIJ1EuA1uPEUOZf5s0cgOIhLhBNF7uDzpdOM/s400/DSC_1145.JPG" /></a>And these, too!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWMPDuCkvaHny5Pq0Mc0XLzK6FijojTVl0JH0Okrb_R9BxsTxNuPG2-re9mjaZstEdUCay2cM9vwDAst7SrTmyzGeYygYHvwBVGjRtQxpo0kEx1zhHKVrL4hCWJPCo1JfR7BZQfWoJjbj/s1600/DSC_1154.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457497077725450930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWMPDuCkvaHny5Pq0Mc0XLzK6FijojTVl0JH0Okrb_R9BxsTxNuPG2-re9mjaZstEdUCay2cM9vwDAst7SrTmyzGeYygYHvwBVGjRtQxpo0kEx1zhHKVrL4hCWJPCo1JfR7BZQfWoJjbj/s400/DSC_1154.JPG" /></a>Ally is helping Farley show off her bunny necklace from the Taylors. By the way, is she storing up for the winter in those cheeks? Yeesh!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyTh_gaNLFiGypRPR5QRhFzKVNZEbUXkI6DhcSAX64r2_48xS10lRH-0fXKUwaD8fTjirdtzZFhMMzrMq_t8mYhqdRDY_GKcPAkOMQC5w3dyfZoGxMaQf7FLGJNKhe7oiTVn94n6YitT-7/s1600/DSC_1166.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457496978794684658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyTh_gaNLFiGypRPR5QRhFzKVNZEbUXkI6DhcSAX64r2_48xS10lRH-0fXKUwaD8fTjirdtzZFhMMzrMq_t8mYhqdRDY_GKcPAkOMQC5w3dyfZoGxMaQf7FLGJNKhe7oiTVn94n6YitT-7/s400/DSC_1166.JPG" /></a>Just cute- no other description necessary<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpJxGVWGwFPn-Jv7Xd0yUsRW5YzfUWp8kFPwgmV9gHaX-9WkZpYxG2cvfB1PhMiRf_4f-atx95Mp1fG_SVunE7hS9Gem0i1sJK9_LL920vAu5GdifIpsI1B3VpzRf8N1Be8iJ0y4IkOPk/s1600/DSC_1194.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457496886206596546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpJxGVWGwFPn-Jv7Xd0yUsRW5YzfUWp8kFPwgmV9gHaX-9WkZpYxG2cvfB1PhMiRf_4f-atx95Mp1fG_SVunE7hS9Gem0i1sJK9_LL920vAu5GdifIpsI1B3VpzRf8N1Be8iJ0y4IkOPk/s400/DSC_1194.JPG" /></a>The whole clan<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Vi4C3MJZ2JEhkNefg-2GpEGVX7_XVxzotaWrWGQYFYApoo47wO8olWM3HHiamKKLL0JyfXA2RNlcZShShVgpMfn2CAmB1s5WTsEjA31LjjccNc6FH33vcrd8PTLGqFt9VzBbWIMJut_-/s1600/DSC_1218.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457496795637973266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Vi4C3MJZ2JEhkNefg-2GpEGVX7_XVxzotaWrWGQYFYApoo47wO8olWM3HHiamKKLL0JyfXA2RNlcZShShVgpMfn2CAmB1s5WTsEjA31LjjccNc6FH33vcrd8PTLGqFt9VzBbWIMJut_-/s400/DSC_1218.JPG" /></a>Mom and Dad looking sharp<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-4tPC49Y4ehXpdWBMuIGtHPrf5SzYuZjWjAnHBPSKiuj5bRTT6bj0I0tXKkpqNIabt0DyYO_tJoKFMp-MJeP8YVvMeRJ9lPGBKmJp2gwvRP7AgmikzYLT45EdzUF1_ydixYf54fk804S/s1600/DSC_1246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457496709652241298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-4tPC49Y4ehXpdWBMuIGtHPrf5SzYuZjWjAnHBPSKiuj5bRTT6bj0I0tXKkpqNIabt0DyYO_tJoKFMp-MJeP8YVvMeRJ9lPGBKmJp2gwvRP7AgmikzYLT45EdzUF1_ydixYf54fk804S/s400/DSC_1246.JPG" /></a>Farley didn't actually hunt eggs this year, she just did some modeling with her basket!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtg-iLMYeyA_ASxDJHVVGFlY0yp2D64MOPQe4ddgm5ngD50twlqywz27nUYafd2F8-qFrgtALPxRVeXpJflnnxv8H366uQSpIJ_BP6SE_OMZN7knYIjlITxWb9x8IWrfJslzqsAM_Mi2eN/s1600/DSC_1263.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457492259284138530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtg-iLMYeyA_ASxDJHVVGFlY0yp2D64MOPQe4ddgm5ngD50twlqywz27nUYafd2F8-qFrgtALPxRVeXpJflnnxv8H366uQSpIJ_BP6SE_OMZN7knYIjlITxWb9x8IWrfJslzqsAM_Mi2eN/s400/DSC_1263.JPG" /></a> And then tasted her basket, naturally </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-37374300575860202352010-04-05T16:32:00.006-05:002010-04-05T16:46:06.583-05:00Rapid Gunfire Posting... up next- Preciousness!!!Told you I had lots... these are some pictures I took Saturday night before bathtime. I had just undressed my spider monkey-- oh wait, squirmy child (same diff sometimes) and I know you will find this shocking, just SHOCKING--she pee peed on the floor. Guess she needs the other spider monkeys to know that's her territory. (I mean, we have a male cat who has managed to never squirt in the house in almost four years and Farley comes along and fills that void of any and all bodily functions on whatever surface she feels like. And yes, I realize that I will probably be reporting next week that the cat started squirting. Why I do this to myself is beyond me...) Anywho... while I'm hollering for Jason to come quick and bring lots of paper towels and something to clean with, Farley goes for the toy bin again. The cuteness that ensues will probably make your eyeballs explode.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456772625705964882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRF_PREFq5YSotACV-mPycS_tGHwgZWOi_32sjx1n9qD0HOAOPIdcpH58xJYRjC0YcOIY3952ScuJjcCi5QcdmEVbSmbeDFud9-FY9JKmIatXmuitX_QupRhfazbKeYTU7GachDgV-Rr46/s400/DSC_1100.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456772490452976322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDEjUsV0Px4QURcs-9diNAMGHa3QhQIBOMPTSWmFw-JxVcRHX6Pq6b3W7Gyib9Yz7y69hYvYsRzlcRcBl57o8BtHLQ99x_FFAl-R-duwHJyXgJydvFm6BA1BwiTvaHf1I_XibXVhAbZ65/s400/DSC_1091.JPG" /> <div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456772207808691170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKP631KvmLDWaiXmgDRIeUAbvBPw93qb8WVQmYrv2kpECQLGaXHrTwCU9s_VWyYeZlK_3lhcTt36ZxXZfmATbRkWEueXnH-D1vPch6T1IX3vVoc_udUBSKb-wxAzze_a2b09XgcDKn5dH/s400/DSC_1097.JPG" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-34923544857789074742010-04-05T16:10:00.007-05:002010-04-05T16:32:16.063-05:00And we're off...My Par-tay!<div align="center"><div align="left">I have a plethora of things to post, so let me just get to it... We had a wonderful long weekend and great Easter- hope you all did as well! We started off with Good Friday-- it was a holiday for me from work and Jason took the day off! He played golf (which he hasn't done... oh, I guess since before Farley was born! He was missin' it seriously) and I stayed home and hung out with Farley all day. I just sayin', if we <strong>happened</strong> to win the lottery, I'm <strong>pretty</strong> sure I could get used to being a stay-at-home mom. Then, Friday evening we went to Red Robin for my and Teresa's (delayed) birthday. It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed the food, company, and all the gifts. May I just say that the servers there are very... um... enthusiastic. Yep, that's it. The birthday song remix (oh yeah, I kid you not) was about 120 decibels and they had Farley's attention (and everyone else within a three-mile radius). Here are some pics...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456768251782689122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRauT-TNK0zzuKHMPDqHv5t2xJ8fC6d3i-nJ1CyWKkp1mPPXMauZ0Qgs1PFa1i1HD9fFB0QEDnEhIQf02hWXvFBT64nx6FvZVIvwhoxWalPKvEYIlv1NIQJcU665p0Av_-fqA6BH74vyWE/s400/DSC_1070.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Farley...not tardy to the party!</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767720503062242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYqAmbjW8yM4fwfNKJX011_FZeOAO8WIYWA3STRx0BIFz-U5Scrrtbq1sIwpOLnk3xUwgfa1z2u-Nnyn_potoHOKRRLlLBAQ7QkmsWa9ki4rkICqMEAo2hW24l76uITsCClaq_WQrVMZo/s400/DSC_1074.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Sweet girl helping Mama celebrate her 29th (yikes!)</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767954726854386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxUj4LCwlzGHHK_2kC-_UwjYppop9onTFRgfHrjJ7Jaf4FtzlIJjsJgDNPm7xCGl_4WPyAr6R9qml8-1y5DCtUQojmHCE6txWp9sDPkmsuTaxSlAdsk2qzJccPV7i2JUQEIFUbfP-jIQi/s400/DSC_1057.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Farley... the one split second the whole night she wasn't getting attention!</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767467627951602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYn-Hn3kl5rPygXdDa4yLMsuYz8nwGTkRz3JdxXZKgqpjxXbmxPsNK_3LWUXcxwACUjvAg1ip9R3cb4zZ4N5YZna0dRW_ohFbeEBcJm4y3rY3S3A60jrUdMXmJtyaYKzGJBvZRb7qGEiWX/s400/DSC_1064.JPG" /></div><br /></div><p align="center">The whole crew (minus Jason the photographer)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-24092966540544296102010-03-24T10:22:00.010-05:002010-03-24T10:37:12.406-05:00Some additional 9 month stuff...We had Farley's 9-month pics made this weekend. It wasn't our most successful shoot to date, since she had just woken up from her nap. Most shots we ruled out because she looked half drunk! However, despite this shortcoming, I was somehow able to spend the most I have so far on her milestone shots! (I wonder about myself sometimes...) Here's some previews, though I will withhold the Easter dress shots so it will be a surprise...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452223528564090626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AN-wRe1mlXO7h2gGkw1SiO_47mjoWZq4dqkoGk4CA0wQSRMVjpynibTERSkoIKkdJRzlsS5pEPD3zpjFvKqGLipwuXV4R0o7bJgaHZinSPzTwZcydsDlOIf6gFXU4cSlhQLAcDPfAjOD/s400/ce3d5a91-797e-4e77-9a59-53d0695bad0aw.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">No, I don't ever buy these "collage" shots, but they make them anyway, so I figured I could throw it on the blog...</div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452223249165791650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfxhlAUnzPRxNg_Qgp7BuOSsEvXg3t763sBGRjMqcTTJ34ySwuzrmBqsz43jTDsOk9hEDxP43U5P62sqmOy8om4D4Geb2OhsrpDGF8cY0CBF3MVZBZwa13T-B6SKmQJkvupN-VqB0O3kj/s400/0bd9251a-9144-4eb1-a0c8-0abb54af4e2ew.jpg" /> Argh, those cheeks! I love to cover them with smooches!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">In other GINORMOUS news, Farley said "mama" this morning! Actually, it was "mamamamama" and not directed at me whatsoever-- it was just babbling, but <strong>rocking</strong> nonetheless. Also, it seems that I will not be posting at her 10 month update that we still don't have any teeth. They are there, I can feel them coming through, but you can't really see them much yet. Just barely peeking through at the top. Two on the bottom! At the same time! When you can see them better, and in the off chance (which is one in ten million) that I can photograph them, I will. (Farley's teeth = Loch Ness monster) Funny thing was that now that they're coming, I told Jason that I'm secretly kind of sad since it's just another sign of how fast she's growing. I'm kind of attached to that gummy grin!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-46497606247911759982010-03-17T10:35:00.001-05:002010-03-17T13:07:44.748-05:00Awwww yeah!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YQk7EBqFdwAHrPxRL_ge96nFLHcAoW9ltyVN7sZy55tCUzA-29D5Q_L7iHkaPDEN2xc1IEEY7zfOkBTOBm0-3O5Zbqg7oUv94SOuUe_rkb7ibs3dV1dkh1HrVnjWLnvNqjiCfOCQmNxK/s1600-h/photo-789896.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627119198475218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YQk7EBqFdwAHrPxRL_ge96nFLHcAoW9ltyVN7sZy55tCUzA-29D5Q_L7iHkaPDEN2xc1IEEY7zfOkBTOBm0-3O5Zbqg7oUv94SOuUe_rkb7ibs3dV1dkh1HrVnjWLnvNqjiCfOCQmNxK/s320/photo-789896.jpg" /></a></p><p>Please excuse me while I wallow in my own rockin'-ness. I sent this pic last night to Jason and my mom and my subject line was seriously: "I am the craftiest crafter in history!" I'm sure this is no biggie, but I'm so proud of the onesies I did for Farley. This is gonna save some monogramming money fo' sho'. I might start doing these for gifts!<br />Farley wore the one on the right today with some green capris. She was the cutest little leprechaun!</p><p>Sorry for the picture made on the kitchen counter. Lovely shot, huh? And with my phone again! Yeesh- I guess I just use the camera for Farley!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-69610528092371897662010-03-15T21:46:00.012-05:002010-03-15T22:21:35.720-05:00Nothing but pics<div align="left">Some random pics that have been hanging out on my camera for the last couple months...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMqx1ppLxQcipSNwW4_RRj_xsK7dOUAw0Zfh9DWC7S38jqTQsoB_N9slOgzeZ7NmJMrYqWj2Q5AE0KSLoRVsWTYt5F0r8kVkjwUIKDfsPqeMfha0fefd4LB1aR42FSLqS2C7ZYuUw4W8i/s1600-h/DSC_0660.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449065016035999682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMqx1ppLxQcipSNwW4_RRj_xsK7dOUAw0Zfh9DWC7S38jqTQsoB_N9slOgzeZ7NmJMrYqWj2Q5AE0KSLoRVsWTYt5F0r8kVkjwUIKDfsPqeMfha0fefd4LB1aR42FSLqS2C7ZYuUw4W8i/s320/DSC_0660.JPG" /></a> I love books... they taste so good!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9znqOa1iWqW66BiWtLM2JHuRAFu3Hvd5hMnfQ-2hxITVxYmFqqVwmSJIzgcSaCkCIDTbagdiNM4arCHD-U35oYuR-RjJDgBhUXdxHm8HHx6HvjqnakqpKQW5wz-7bvA6A19eMb_9MC4pQ/s1600-h/DSC_0705.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449064565065837250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9znqOa1iWqW66BiWtLM2JHuRAFu3Hvd5hMnfQ-2hxITVxYmFqqVwmSJIzgcSaCkCIDTbagdiNM4arCHD-U35oYuR-RjJDgBhUXdxHm8HHx6HvjqnakqpKQW5wz-7bvA6A19eMb_9MC4pQ/s320/DSC_0705.JPG" /></a> Dad is so fun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oOjm1kWtVXd35lag-88pC1v63JZIINJUsgl39ef2uNxhRsrs41BvD2WQp5I4ZimXu5yeD-V-npyecNc2xzj6mKWqB2qE4DIM8uw39fwri7M0qz1pT5wGm73vkX1PJsBJ3Csq_JSvW7dC/s1600-h/DSC_0710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449064210155267746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oOjm1kWtVXd35lag-88pC1v63JZIINJUsgl39ef2uNxhRsrs41BvD2WQp5I4ZimXu5yeD-V-npyecNc2xzj6mKWqB2qE4DIM8uw39fwri7M0qz1pT5wGm73vkX1PJsBJ3Csq_JSvW7dC/s320/DSC_0710.JPG" /></a>I love to hang out with him!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSM-pdPDi6WMO72hTN3IVqP7HFfSY15h9UMRaJcOL1ttIuDnB6OG9MA_R0bMpG6NLoUY5ze9Iyd25WHuHGKaJuhJXIiTVOOHdZbUbYrTaQb9VFmDzBs1Hp9oVaZEr71WCJQTOdjtW0N7pi/s1600-h/DSC_0714.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449063716936987170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSM-pdPDi6WMO72hTN3IVqP7HFfSY15h9UMRaJcOL1ttIuDnB6OG9MA_R0bMpG6NLoUY5ze9Iyd25WHuHGKaJuhJXIiTVOOHdZbUbYrTaQb9VFmDzBs1Hp9oVaZEr71WCJQTOdjtW0N7pi/s320/DSC_0714.JPG" /></a> Just crawlin' around<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVG1DfS086PZeQmKOqnBjL3k460PYgE3LMniQshgllTYeGVKUrfWaVHf86ZXS5lVLzvmgBCGIQoAzij-rrXMmZDLoOIaEEF7TiIVJjTus6khWlZFKRlw-IGE5mI5VgRzn33uVvoXrmEEUy/s1600-h/DSC_0722.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449063385439560562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVG1DfS086PZeQmKOqnBjL3k460PYgE3LMniQshgllTYeGVKUrfWaVHf86ZXS5lVLzvmgBCGIQoAzij-rrXMmZDLoOIaEEF7TiIVJjTus6khWlZFKRlw-IGE5mI5VgRzn33uVvoXrmEEUy/s320/DSC_0722.JPG" /></a>The fateful throw up, flood and peepee night (see: 8 month update)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXbqnlex3ldabQOvEc3W9ZUqyC_JiVQfCSZ-Li9245DJ_gyG99JJ9OgdwocCKBh8GdOLFJD_RTpKX0iPRNvyHLn4aVHLEv5vZShfCj8q-Hy667DOw38ykDh3EQFPs-E0oymWl0IIWZFJR/s1600-h/DSC_0756.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449063155043888946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXbqnlex3ldabQOvEc3W9ZUqyC_JiVQfCSZ-Li9245DJ_gyG99JJ9OgdwocCKBh8GdOLFJD_RTpKX0iPRNvyHLn4aVHLEv5vZShfCj8q-Hy667DOw38ykDh3EQFPs-E0oymWl0IIWZFJR/s320/DSC_0756.JPG" /></a>Pooped with PawPaw<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAe9Mz28OdtJTZ166uUMeEHZAF6dWIMhSm3W0odma8S3PrnFaKwjeLbNfvK_A0OXEOeuHxvFygLTOQOHX_VXNuCClkDJ0yghu928OUKhMGvAiMwn3G5sH0z5JBg7OH8Jq3CE6L87I2H32D/s1600-h/DSC_0762.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449062625763057394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAe9Mz28OdtJTZ166uUMeEHZAF6dWIMhSm3W0odma8S3PrnFaKwjeLbNfvK_A0OXEOeuHxvFygLTOQOHX_VXNuCClkDJ0yghu928OUKhMGvAiMwn3G5sH0z5JBg7OH8Jq3CE6L87I2H32D/s320/DSC_0762.JPG" /></a>What's going on out there?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZNfPicC6Vx44_jAl74bFbwDSyj7RLdhcFKcSI7U0rpr8Itl0Y8_O98y2nlMhYXuo-T-2ymnTSS1AN-hXLyaSKTIbLyXPeOSCifyGohaJrN7ycIiGgZJxSpQQuHfBNH0pgPs-30pgJMQr/s1600-h/DSC_0784.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449062271717528370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZNfPicC6Vx44_jAl74bFbwDSyj7RLdhcFKcSI7U0rpr8Itl0Y8_O98y2nlMhYXuo-T-2ymnTSS1AN-hXLyaSKTIbLyXPeOSCifyGohaJrN7ycIiGgZJxSpQQuHfBNH0pgPs-30pgJMQr/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" /></a> Just catching some rays...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHPZvTsV68vrV_LbX4Pj9quEf74lk6uq2hTvXRrrVMlCfesrmfxSwmnYuXHWpQkcWeXyquR-75lGXNupIpnuvj5BpklUhePUQPIuX4xQ_2Y3RHiGXUrC-mlLzdNPcCMYmd3H8oDwzyBMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0873.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449061850038250578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHPZvTsV68vrV_LbX4Pj9quEf74lk6uq2hTvXRrrVMlCfesrmfxSwmnYuXHWpQkcWeXyquR-75lGXNupIpnuvj5BpklUhePUQPIuX4xQ_2Y3RHiGXUrC-mlLzdNPcCMYmd3H8oDwzyBMQ/s320/DSC_0873.JPG" /></a>Standing tall<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwf3gKLh_eQCBEf_UIGdosJC6e0kPOxG-TqWLopCtM06SDpWihrCeObNJ4KOhDCP4LRUokrwolcJH8dqp_eJSBIPl2ZBlPzpURcLGVkrEj_D5Rz7ZMHq7dPRSeB620rT3158r7bXwqVV2l/s1600-h/DSC_0851.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449061638802757986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwf3gKLh_eQCBEf_UIGdosJC6e0kPOxG-TqWLopCtM06SDpWihrCeObNJ4KOhDCP4LRUokrwolcJH8dqp_eJSBIPl2ZBlPzpURcLGVkrEj_D5Rz7ZMHq7dPRSeB620rT3158r7bXwqVV2l/s320/DSC_0851.JPG" /></a>Silly Daddy giving Farley static hair!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-91672647268605102902010-03-15T20:42:00.005-05:002010-03-15T21:45:34.426-05:009 Months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5iwnkg-2WhjuGQbLPGYqgyCsaEMzY1jrwbRReFjFVN94aCuWHAKJDXchyoxfWEmPUVW37YdU6ELmSVsL0mQ9SYCxZhmejK1jKY9UVvSbjMSivtakikcFbKqZXHwAxBpOQhoraAXpYU_H/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449053415273234194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5iwnkg-2WhjuGQbLPGYqgyCsaEMzY1jrwbRReFjFVN94aCuWHAKJDXchyoxfWEmPUVW37YdU6ELmSVsL0mQ9SYCxZhmejK1jKY9UVvSbjMSivtakikcFbKqZXHwAxBpOQhoraAXpYU_H/s320/DSC_0901.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I know I'm a couple of days late, but... drumroll... I have a working computer and now I can blog to my heart's content!!! Farley had her 9-month birthday Friday and on that momentous occasion, had her second spend-the-night with her grandparents. The first was just two weeks ago when Jason and I went to the Eric Clapton concert (awesomeness) and this weekend was because Jason was a groomsman in our friends' wedding in Sylacauga. Congrats Bill and Kim. Anywho, it was a long weekend and we were happy to hang out with her all day Sunday. She is a total mess these days and is always entertaining whomever will indulge her antics. </div><br /><div>Things I want to remember about Farley at 9 months:</div><ul><li>Talk, talk, talk, you're always talking- My word, this girl is definitely her father's daughter. Between the two of them, I don't know when I'll ever get a word in edgewise (though I'm sure I do my fair share of chatting). She looooves to talk as much as she can. She just babbles away at me, Jason, the cat, her toys...anything. She says tons of consonant sounds (all except ma-ma, of course) and loves to say "uh oh" and will also say "bye-bye" (more like bah-bah) some of the time. Usually a delayed reaction-- she'll say it once we leave the room or get in the car!</li><li>Stand in the place where you live- Now that she can pull up, she stands all the time. So, the routine goes: crawl really fast to a sturdy object; pull up on said object; babble while holding on to object; lather, rinse, repeat.</li><li>Food snob- Although she's gotten better about not yacking every time I try to feed her something other than her faves, she's still not so gung-ho about everything. The funniest thing about her eating habits is this: if someone is feeding her, the food has to be finely pureed. If she's eating finger foods, texture is okay. If you try to spoon feed her something with texture: OH I KNOW YOU DI-INT!!!</li><li>Hair we go- Finally (wootwoot) she's growing some hair. Enough to stick a bow in! Wheee. I put them on to send her to daycare and the other day they told me I didn't have to put them on (shah!) because she just pulled them out. That's when I replied that she <em>needed</em> to wear them so she could get <em>used</em> to them. How exactly is she supposed to be the best-dressed baby in school without the proper accoutrements?</li><li>Step one is admitting you have a problem- Well, this is more about me than Farley, but I want to report that I know that I have a problem, it's just that I've decided to embrace it. Yes, I know she has too many clothes. As I tell others... if I looked that cute in everything, I'd buy that many clothes for myself. But, since shoes are the only thing guaranteed not to make my butt look big, I just have a lot of those. Anyway... back to Farley's sitch... yes, she has <strong>lots</strong> of clothes. But I just can't stop. End of story. (Actually, epilogue to the story-- I'm also going to try designing and making her some tops with fabric transfers. Maybe if they're successful, I'll blog about them.)</li><li>Brusha brusha brusha- Heck to the no, we still don't have any teeth. (but we do brush our gums every night) I know I say this every month, but I really really think she'll bust out a tooth sometime soon. She is chewing everything and has started chewing her fingers, which she never did before. Plus, I think I feel a little bump on her gums. I'll probably be writing this same update next month...</li></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-70080292368776538362010-02-23T22:44:00.004-06:002010-02-24T09:14:20.674-06:00Am I ready for this?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOc9x4FcHJ4ph4O3TSGzmv-Wz_zmzuL38lZHlzrSulLYA73eZCbuNTifkCkhUUhZ-MmKrKwSm4ashqHZ3_pjazWb_Mn-UsI_D25Bm7L-UILLNWsg73BD4yNj9PoL8U-ONtTNZPRoGL6-D/s1600-h/photo-737532.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441666602680391186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOc9x4FcHJ4ph4O3TSGzmv-Wz_zmzuL38lZHlzrSulLYA73eZCbuNTifkCkhUUhZ-MmKrKwSm4ashqHZ3_pjazWb_Mn-UsI_D25Bm7L-UILLNWsg73BD4yNj9PoL8U-ONtTNZPRoGL6-D/s320/photo-737532.jpg" /></a></p><p>New trick alert. Yup, this weekend we mastered the "pull up." This was taken tonight before bathtime and I had to snap a picture. Yes, it's dark because we're trying to set the sleepy tone before bedtime... as you can tell, this looks like a baby girl who is ready to fall asleep. Or, not so much!<br /></p><p>The quality- once again- is janky because it was taken with my phone. "Wait," you say... "I thought you got a fantastical wonderful awesomeness-filled new camera for Christmas?" "Ah yes," I reply. That aforementioned fantastical wonderful yadda yadda camera currently houses more than 500 (yes, I am also alarmed by that amount) beautiful pictures that need to be downloaded. Problem is... Still no working computer. I think Jason (though he is a computer baby genius compared to me) has finally said Uncle and we're going to hand it over to the<br />Geek Squad and pray they don't tell us we need to just get a new one!<br /></p><p>Anyway... Back to the superstar. I mean what the heck in the world is this pulling up mess about already?!? We just started crawling a couple of weeks ago! I can't keep up; my brain needs time to process these growing-up-so-fast-holy-cow-what-happened-to-my-little-pink-swaddled-newborn moments. Guess she's not waiting for me, huh?<br /></p><p>Plus, the slow crawling... Done. Bye bye. It was nice knowing you, spare moment to walk in the kitchen to refill my glass. She's dang fast! Farley's like a fugitive on the run. Turn your back and she's taken off in the other direction. You had better watch out! I'm looking at you, cat food. (seriously-- the one thing in the kitchen we can't babyproof or put away and she's going straight for it) All joking aside, things are getting really crazy and really fun, too. I wouldn't trade it for the world!</p><p>And why <strong>why </strong>didn't anyone tell me how much babyproofing was going to cramp my style? I have started to get used to the fact that I can't just open any cabinet in my house... I have to *unlock* it. Now, I'm having some trouble adjusting to the toilet locks. I mean, why does it take so much effort to just peepee? Yeesh. Then... baby gates. Baby gates. BABY GATES!!! Arghhhh. We got some hand-me-downs (thanks Leann) so we busted them out the other day, all ready to put Farley in lockdown. Well, guess what? We have this huge opening from the kitchen to the living room and, wouldn't you know it, the ones we have don't extend enough. So, Jason went to purchase one that would work. After buying a gold-plated super gate (oh... not gold-plated? could've fooled me with how much it cost!), we put it up and discovered that gates that wide are also made very tall. Verrrry tall. Like, higher than my waist tall! Excuse me... did we mommyproof as well??? So, I can't put it up because it drives me bonkers to have to walk out the other side of the kitchen and down the hall to get into the living room. Hence the cat food beeline. I decided to put the others up in doorways hemming in the living room, and-- shocker-- our other doorways are too small for the gates to fit! Serenity now!!! Of course, the new Whitney just started laughing at this point and decided I would just follow Farley around everywhere like a train caboose and tackle the gate issue later!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-52997102657328886312010-02-12T10:13:00.005-06:002010-02-12T11:13:57.804-06:008 Months (and my, how life has changed)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgce-jUHc6h9_q3j7qfoQEsddECL8LrQ4ZpTse60D0QVeIkx29GKrOVeF5l6SUwMWne3cILStziSKWSZF5rEMtHE8kRMH5BkYJICBj5Dmda3nSVfnOhiQJsAdHOWqX1Gk62hx7WCeucJO_S/s1600-h/DSC_0354.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437404775675303970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgce-jUHc6h9_q3j7qfoQEsddECL8LrQ4ZpTse60D0QVeIkx29GKrOVeF5l6SUwMWne3cILStziSKWSZF5rEMtHE8kRMH5BkYJICBj5Dmda3nSVfnOhiQJsAdHOWqX1Gk62hx7WCeucJO_S/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Well, today is Farley's 8-month birthday! What a difference 8 months have made. I know I'm a totally different person (I hope for the better mostly!) and this is how I know... last night was just one of those nights. I mean, one where you think to yourself that surely, just surely someone is playing a joke on you. I actually thought to myself, in the midst of it all, "if this had happened to me a year ago, I would probably either be crying or saying some choice words right now!" </div><div>Here's how it started: I put Farley in her high chair for dinnertime. While I get her food ready, I usually give her a sippy cup with water and some puffs or yogurt melts as her "appetizer" so she can practice her self-feeding. So, I put the food out on her tray and I look over as she picks up a melt and navigates it to her mouth (the majority of them usually end up on the ground). She starts gumming it and then, a little cough... a gag...another gag. I'm running over to the high chair going, "no, don't barf!!!" Because, folks, I knew what was coming. Farley has been throwing up a lot lately. I mean, like <strong>every</strong> <strong>day</strong>. Sometimes she'll do it if she doesn't like what I'm feeding her (she'll gag herself until she pukes...nice), or if she gets a little choked up. Anyway, back to the action... As I get to her, it happens, just like I knew it would. She throws up. Projectile-style. Guess what? She had carrots for lunch! Guess how I knew? It was orange! So, it's all over her (precious outfit... yes, it somehow gets <strong>under</strong> the bib), the tray, down the legs of the chair, puddled in the footrest, and all over the splat mat underneath. </div><div>So, I throw the tray in the sink for washing and grab her out of the seat to get her out of the wet clothes. Since the mess is orange, I don't want to sit her on the *white* changing pad, so I put her down on the carpet in her nursery and started pulling off clothes. Once I get them off, I throw them in the sink in her bathroom and start running water and I go back into her room to wipe her down. I plop down on the floor with her to change her diaper and when I get it off, I hear *trickle trickle* and then *GUSH*. Yep, I sure did stopper the sink and leave the water running. I had never really noticed before that our sinks don't have those overflow holes. Lesson learned. So, mid-diaper change, I jump up and turn off the water in the sink and open the drain. At this point, I'm already thinking, "seriously? Anything else wanna go awry?" So, I run back to get Farley and she's rolled over and crawling to check something out. In her wake, I notice she left me a nice peepee puddle on the carpet. Yes way. This is the point that I thought that the old me would have been crying or as mad as a hornet. Instead I just giggled and thought how this would make a funny movie.</div><div>So, I get her, put on the diaper and assessed the situation. I got some leggings out for her and pulled them on. I knew a shirt could wait, I just didn't want her knees to get any redder (toughening up for this crawling is serious business). So, once she was pantsed and safe in her room, I went to get paper towels for the pee puddle (I figured I might as well work backwards). By the time I got back, she had crawled over to her tub of toys and had sat right down in front of it, pulled it over, and dumped all of her toys out on her lap. She was in hog heaven and it was the cutest thing. So, the new Whitney put down the paper towels, left the water all over the bathroom floor and puke all over the kitchen and went and got my camera to capture the moment. Pee, puke and water can wait. Eight months with Farley have flown by so fast and there's nothing more important to me anymore than enjoying and capturing these funny, sweet, silly moments before they pass me by.</div><div></div><br /><div>So, about Miss Farley at eight months:</div><br /><ul><li>Miss Crawly von Crawlerson- Yes, she loves to crawl now. She's not very speedy-- despite her best efforts, she still hasn't caught the cat! But, she is slowly discovering new things around the house, like last night when she crawled <strong>under</strong> the coffee table and thought she had discovered a Whole New World (try to not sing the Aladdin song now!). </li><li>Getting a little picky- Yep, all that bragging I did about how good of a eater she is... "ha!" says the Universe. That's what I get. We have gotten awfully picky as of late, and, like I mentioned above, she's started gagging herself when she doesn't like what you're offering.</li><li>Screaming!!!!!- Yes, she figured out how those cute little squeals she learned to make can be so much more! She will scream to get attention and then just laugh at herself. I'm sure our neighbors think we're torturing her!!! (by the way.. shout out to our favorite neighbors who have one of their own on the way... congrats and do we find out soon?)</li><li>Talking- We can now "bah" "dah" "gah" and all other sorts of noises as well as some weird tongue "tsk" thing she does to call the cat (like what we do, but slower). She still loves to blow raspberries.</li><li>Games- Farley loves to play "Ride a little horsey" and "Pattycake" still, even though her patty-caking consists of her clapping just one hand on yours. "Peek a boo" is even better now, because she loves to cover/uncover her face herself and thinks it's hysterical.</li></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-66385095564376119442010-02-08T13:59:00.001-06:002010-02-08T14:06:15.551-06:00Crawling!!!!!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHQqRfZzSwjoa9ZgYGR_8Qse58zQRhvOIyxv9og6594I1RUe4PQyGORtsyIxPoS_cqr8FjDViPCLOfa2dJwCPN8Rj3bIK5s1K-pUTHj3OS-ZnGI6yXUNY6GeP2CYKgqUT4Mjn_BiWoP8e/s1600-h/photo-769635.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435965172128501634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHQqRfZzSwjoa9ZgYGR_8Qse58zQRhvOIyxv9og6594I1RUe4PQyGORtsyIxPoS_cqr8FjDViPCLOfa2dJwCPN8Rj3bIK5s1K-pUTHj3OS-ZnGI6yXUNY6GeP2CYKgqUT4Mjn_BiWoP8e/s320/photo-769635.jpg" /></a></p>I know thus isn't a great pic. One, because it's from my phone, and, two, because it's a MOTION SHOT! That's right folks. We're crawling! We went from a few ungainly scoots to full-out, room-crossing crawling in just a few short days. The Rother house is in full babyproofing mode. What a huge accomplishment here just a week short of our 8 month birthday. Now, if we could just get some teeth!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-23373749937746615322010-02-02T15:44:00.010-06:002010-02-02T16:09:51.097-06:00Obnoxious Bragging<div><div><div><div>See the title above and be warned: this post may cause nausea in those who do not find Farley as awesome as we do!!!<br /></div><br /><div>So, if you're still reading, I have to tell you that I am gonna do some serious bragging about sweet thing. First is this-- she is Miss Congeniality at daycare. Over the last couple of weeks, I have had each individual teacher at her school tell me that Farley is their favorite baby! (naturally!) I mean, this isn't even me prodding-- they just come right out and tell me. Even the infant 3 and 4 teachers who haven't even had her in their class yet come down the hall to see her. Usually, they all say they not to take her yet, that they want to hold her or play with her a little longer. One even said she would be so sad when Farley had to go up to the "big school" (2years-5K) and she hasn't even been to her class yet! They even told me one of the other parents came in to pick up their baby the other day and looked at Farley and said, "I just love Farley!!" But seriously, how can you not? She really does have the best personality. And seriously (this is where I tempt fate) she hardly ever cries!</div><br /><div></div><div>Last night, she officially sort of crawled. I don't know if it counts as crawling, because she only gets one... stride (step...lunge...what do I call it?) in before she collapses, but then she gets right up and tries again. It's only a matter of time!!! We are in the process of babyproofing-- finally!</div><br /><div></div><div>Other accomplishments this week include feeding herself puffs (I'd say 1 in 4 actually makes it in her mouth). Besides the puffs, there's no other self-feeding going on. She's perfectly happy with someone else feeding all other foods, holding her bottle, and holding her sippy cup. </div><br /><div></div><div>And now for the good stuff:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433770012716884642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcaB9Yl0ifJd-Bv6iYDxZ2dVvezWltZQg5wAyRYcQh5uqkxFHVXkTVJSpNM1DIjfIYAXtNvoVFUSNr52oBWfggSVIpn0b-BVMEnFKp2TfhPsSrN3fZzHbxK2wUmJpmdoXO8iu-VGfQ9c7/s320/DSC_0438.JPG" /></div><div align="center">First time swinging at the park weekend before last</div><div align="center"> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433771149380059810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKTuiqncxNx8AibwDgV3Dn_1ds4z2iOXb68MJVHQbqcm8P5y6CF1cKMH0I-SpOj2QBrfcIkLfdw94ndDEBsdPW5aCmuBuYuAtKzglis5zi9MsUcFm4oR8q0AVjXEaKl3vmGECFkUDNsBp/s320/DSC_0575.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Bathtime- mmm... duck butt</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433770655110312642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWW6F6GZ9IAcxFK6Or0eprFUvdgGXkXjkC9lVN9IZaOkROUF3SefTUcnavs7IHaerG672N9Eua9b3tnGCTwdw74U5WClLjlDLRnS_mm5ZTEj1d2uTR4qT9h0tkjkSsBWv2ZyX_N1bSygHj/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Playing in her "house" with Monty</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433769645344087618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ZkfbvD7v5R1Ey62aGk6LokA16KGCGdR8zmz8wpSsMyHVrUGEA9lk5uX7oz4HH5q6gqnuwDofKSz9SalTVBYlGx89pE0JCfbq4qngSe_FINTu1ClIZKL3cvCMXppb13FGAOWBRUHlQMtN/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" /></div></div></div></div><br /><p align="center">Just looking pretty for Mama!</p><p align="center"> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-36203920221861975652010-01-18T15:10:00.006-06:002010-01-18T15:35:29.324-06:007 MonthsNot too long after her actual "Seven Month Birthday." Farley is so hysterical now. She is such a card and entertains us all the time. Let me see if I can think of some stuff about her at this age I want to remember...<br /><br /><ul><br /><li>Good eater- She really has given us a really easy time on transitioning to solids. There's not one single thing we've tried (knock on wood) that she has just flat out refused. A few have taken some getting used to, but every veggie has gone just fine and she's getting to try all those yummy fruits now. Plus, we just started eating solids three times a day, so it seems like all we do is feed her all day long, between five bottles and three meals!</li></ul><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428194413610237410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZXEh3i1JkQI2X41LmaTEb1hy4bixTa_tw1BAMXiiAKOGTGdG116-DMnz_iLDvbXbeET28TEela9JewQoRvpY_1T_ed-5tVElD5etDmhKQ71yc1c9YkS1FRUv_Lzs-E3MYZO5kHFeLrus/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" /></p><br /><ul><br /><li>What a talker!- Farley finally started throwing in a consonant the other day to our delight. We've been getting all kinds of variations of "ahh" and "uhhh" for quite a while now and she busted out "bah bah" the other day and now she says it all the time. I think I may have heard a "gah" today, too!</li><br /><li>Getting physical, physical (Olivia Newton John voice)- She wants to get around so badly. Still can't crawl, but she somehow wiggles herself across the floor. I mean, we're talking moving! Multiple feet at a time! Just on her belly! I can't imagine having to try to travel like that!</li><br /><li>Tiny dancer- She loves things that play music and songs and she "dances" to the beat. </li><br /><li>Applause!- She figured out how to clap this weekend and is so impressed with herself, she starts laughing when she claps!</li><br /><li>Wiggle worm- She is going to be a crazy wiggle worm kid, I can tell. She will just about wear your lap skin off. She is constant motion-- bouncing, rocking, climbing, pulling, patting, reaching, etc. </li></ul><br /><p align="center">Jason and I pinch ourselves sometimes because we can't believe how lucky we got to have such a wonderful and happy baby. She is a constant joy and how in the world has it been seven months already?<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428194895529006338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAG-qXpsAU8aEmVuxnw-u3EyXPn8X5QBtdABByIE-eZil57EK1im40bZDHAOOQbuB974QyHF-K0OHDIkiu65A5vJYBqoaATdJNYuJXm8ULXufJf3254HUbCKLQwlEXKv2taJsFc08qSUE3/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" /></p><p align="center">How cool?</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-59377616505038593972010-01-18T14:47:00.009-06:002010-01-18T15:34:39.757-06:00Christmas<div align="center">Yes, just now Christmas. It feels like we're halfway to next Christmas already! Here's some pics. My Christmas pics with Jason's family, the Lewis family, and Christmas Eve and first thing Christmas morning and Santa were all on my old camera, and thus are still in limbo on the rehabilitating computer. These are all ones that I took Christmas day on my new camera. Farley got lots of great presents. So many that we have a rotation going on at the house... she never gets tired of them and we look like we're running an FAO Schwartz in our living room!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428188162312815010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULD566o_MUge_Ltorm7q7l8dr8viqi4hOZE73zg-gwC5bGfK8-Go_ptzExfmLHMYQU29XSb2WNdQ3IO1fN_CEUAA4fTMwahbZxCh5hysebK29QK76us2YlMKM994CFyvTHXph-Rfkyham/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" /> Precious family picture <div align="center"></div></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428187792126656242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRMKTCny8YJpyWYDecsH_y-eQYffLUX-a3MmZNlvLKKJNgZ1ZPPyn0NQwmjE7TEWQpZkaBT5YNMz_6CDelugK6XT7nByDsc3q6S9c1iQ997Jq6wnSG4rCVsyaGGg5LEZh8kPu4ktPykZI/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /> <div align="center">Farley and Kelsey</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428187397566409202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGL3ZxLydq6Dahy8gA8k-9-bCLudW5tjBFIS1qrDnmcZf0QwkGbbVaKsT3-ecoahoaG3mfOc8pYvoSxq59Fnj3qTgbMjNGtksyQLIKmTW6SV0NUmvnWRBukE72Kxp8MRB5JtqzwsB8RET/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" /> PawPaw's famous "picture-takin'" pose <div align="center"></div></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428187052292580802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TC5gAFZ5ZnKTKAXPuiAaUeIbtEF_yMVHxuVkk2BBj_xL650v6RVd07l7yvIgWJ0jYHetwD6rVbBwTuoFyQKCTxBG8k4JGTT3ZkBQwJ6e-fgaW-W5j9bU2pKfUJIL3BAin7VTAXhHgKpZ/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /> Busted at the dessert table!<br /><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428186545118009474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5EsgOvPvzHLS14AXqh4UIMninnls1NnoFpFNG3igIsVNLNrUeZz8J0_o-gSyhXfEAKobSujeWiuGGv1ge9Go3NuynTfe_1OhO0tvmJUzUf71oFVSB7sOw2gjEnXr3V3PMN0QFJ1cU9Wm/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /></div><p align="center">Farley and Uncle Alan</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-12193702480510233222010-01-18T14:39:00.002-06:002010-01-18T15:34:57.085-06:00A Post!!!!<div>I am way too excited about this entry, as you can see. I have been trying (I promise!) to blog since Christmas and have had no luck. Shortly after Christmas (and right after I had downloaded all the pictures on my camera) our computer crashed! Not awesome. Seriously. Not. Awesome. </div>
<br /><div>Anywho... Jason has been working diligently on it for a week or so now when he can find the time. I mean, like techie stuff that I could never do. I would just go buy a new one if not for his mad computer skillz. I think he's close to a total restore and luckily we had everything backed up on an external drive, so I don't think anything was lost. Whew. </div>
<br /><div>Mom kept telling me to post from my phone, but seriously, I can't type more than sentence or so on that before I start to get irritated, so I still couldn't do a good post justice.</div>
<br /><div>So, a week or so ago I decided to bring my new Christmas present (Nikon D5000 for those who know camera stuff) to download some pics and blog from work on my lunch break. Not so much... they blocked the blogger site! I was so perturbed! Well, lo and behold, I tried today just for fun and it worked! So, on with the posting...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-82845799863969951272009-12-21T09:53:00.001-06:002009-12-21T12:45:31.896-06:006 Month Checkup<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYftrf_XmR1j4lR8iWS4BL6fAueUMOAPRl2lwf8CufR9Qk49uqwCmA-xfo2Kn1ehyphenhyphenMzXgn7x-aB2Ej9MjiDWdcFr-DuFQrv5zoQdr6OUUp0J5PX48mf06GLLaS_XZIwR82ioODCabzikZ/s1600-h/photo-795241.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417718541983605938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYftrf_XmR1j4lR8iWS4BL6fAueUMOAPRl2lwf8CufR9Qk49uqwCmA-xfo2Kn1ehyphenhyphenMzXgn7x-aB2Ej9MjiDWdcFr-DuFQrv5zoQdr6OUUp0J5PX48mf06GLLaS_XZIwR82ioODCabzikZ/s320/photo-795241.jpg" /></a></p>Here's Farley and her dad last Monday at her 6 month checkup. She was 16 lbs 4 oz and the 55th percentile. My growing girl! She got all her shots, including swine flu vaccine. Also, I think our doc cursed us!!! He asked how she was sleeping and we bragged about her 10 hour nights<br />and she hasn't slept worth a toot since then!!! Why oh why didn't I knock on some wood???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-33776682513944709552009-12-13T22:26:00.010-06:002009-12-13T22:56:27.534-06:00SmorgasbordIs that even how you spell that? Who knows! Okay, here's a smorgasbord (there it is again... hmmm) of stuff. Here's some pics of Farley at her first Thanksgiving. Did I take a lot of pictures? No, like three. Great job of documenting the occasion, amiright? Farley loved meeting her big extended family for the first time, but you'll have to just take my word on that since I didn't capture that. Oh well, here's what I did get... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414950814013920962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oapnEac3EBTvO9eKcWFXdGz55S1hFRQthM42Tv5EK_1jM5volwWncqQCAabPWtRrS9xly4JIZrdcmpdeL-Nw-o1Yasi95hwo52qAeXE78lWahvnKb-M5_ImsgGP5Vd5-fdDA_whaMqh4/s320/CIMG2338.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><p align="center">Farley with her Aunt Delia</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414944376083178514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-WL0zd7Zg0RlExVsMKfp0iFSL-nT_24g2kRj56a4CkVeILltGzmRstwL7f2hQIKMFuPlB_TAmcB6hDaSESPKEQbOItlrpKxCHbByIrfyYJ-FVbvuRSsqcXjjE8hVyoZVY9hOf-qIDOV84/s320/CIMG2335.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Farley with her cousin, Kelsey and Aunt Laura telling a story!</p><br /><br /><p align="left">Up next are cute pictures I just can't resist posting. I did a photo session with my silly pussycat for our Christmas cards and I have to say I was pleased with what I got. If you didn't get one, please don't be mad!!! I bought the cards on clearance a few years ago (yes, I've been hoarding them until I had a baby) and I had <em>very</em> few, so it was mostly just family that got them. But, if you didn't get one, we hope you have a wonderful Christmas, too!!! I just ran out of cards! Haha. That sounds so lame! Next year, I'll buy more, I promise! I did print out extra copies, so if you want one, just let me know. Here's a couple pics that didn't make the cut:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946704810546514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1YlKFio2HICfjggAOIcNRRtnvRF1o3YJkvf2nqAuwJV38DwGiezUNvFb-rX7xRJSp6Ro1eHSYPZ1PkRrc_s3Y-QqPmA9WpB0XcJhhveMOHsBRhxBowbEMoABIjKHT002DuACQ9E3NMrI/s320/CIMG2373.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414946919665557538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHH3fENEVRiVkQEdiOFAX4NYLkXfIFwhkj3kfU2M4BI4X3cvwEVg_Jl1JlnfM6ivbbS4nWsZgBMDK9QWgys_o3xXoPSHmDcEEo32O1Lpw6iLppWUhr5lN3_3CJIFUhqU0BFe3qdlCFwude/s320/CIMG2394.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329074619235460008.post-78961972397874470622009-12-13T21:45:00.004-06:002009-12-13T22:20:49.973-06:00Six Months!I know, I know!!! I should be flogged for my lack of blog! I have been terrible for a whole month and I should be ashamed. I know the busy-ness of the holidays shouldn't be an excuse, but I'm gonna use it anyway- between shopping, wrapping, and decorating on top of all my regular mom and work duties, this really is one of the first times I've sat down and had some time to dedicate to my faithful (four) readers! <div><div>Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I do have a six-month post to make. "What about Thanksgiving, other family gatherings and big news like how Farley has moved up to the infant 2 room at daycare?" you ask. Well, I'm going to see how much I can get done tonight-- no promises, but I'll cover what I can.</div><div></div><br /><div>Here goes: Farley turned six months old yesterday. Happy half a year, sweet baby! I can't believe she's been here that long already, but it's been the best six months of my life. Things I want to remember about her at this age:</div><ul><li>Sitting pretty- My supported sitter has moved to completely independent sitting now. I'm not saying she doesn't take a tumble every now and then, but for the most part, she loves to sit on the floor and just play with her toys and look around (to make sure you're watching, of course).</li><li>Knaw, knaw- As I write this, I think in my heart of hearts that surely, SURELY we will have a tooth tomorrow morning when we wake up. But, I've been thinking that for like a week now! Farley has been sorta teething for about more than a month now, but for the past couple of weeks, we have been what I call "hard core teething." Cranky, chewy, a little fussy (strange for her), slight fever, boom boom diapers (you don't want to know)... all the signs. Where's my stinkin' tooth? Yeesh!</li><li>She has the funniest smile! Her daycare teachers, her photographer yesterday, everyone thinks she has the best smile. That's because instead of a little grin, she smiles with her mouth wide open. It's hysterical... I wondered why she was smiling like that, but then after some careful observation, I noticed that Jason and I both open our mouths huge like that (Jason's is HUGE). It's just a lot cuter when Farley does it!</li><li>Her laugh. I'm gonna say that's she's pretty stingy with her laughs, but when you do get them and she gets really tickled, it's like the sweetest sound on Earth.</li><li>Fuzz head- About two weeks ago, Farley pretty much went completely bald! I was bemoaning the fact and then, all of a sudden, all this fuzzy hair started growing in-- and it's growing so fast! I think it's going to be light brown this time around.</li><li>Feeding time! Farley should get the go-ahead from the doctor tomorrow to start real food (not just cereal) so I know she's excited. She never really liked the rice too much, but I started her on mixed a week ago and that is something she can get behind. </li><li>Separation issues- Farley has really started getting upset when you leave her, put her down, think you're going to do something other than hold her... I know this is a phase we're going through, and some days are better than others. Sometimes, if she's occupied with a really interesting toy, you can walk into the laundry room to start a load of clothes. Other days, she thinks you have lost your stinkin' mind if you think you're going to put her down even long enough to run to the potty!<em> </em>I try not to think this is a bad thing, especially considering one day when she's older she'll probably be mad if I walk <em>into</em> her room!!!</li></ul><p>As always, she continues to amaze us every day. She is growing like a weed (bye bye cute 3-6 month clothes... hello 6-9! Don't worry, she's not hurting for anything precious to wear in her <em>two closets full</em>!!!) She loves any and all attention and between Jason and me and the rest of her family <em>and</em> being the teacher's pet at daycare, she's pretty much covered!!! Here's some previews from her six-month session yesterday.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414941410007262354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ncYOFZOyKnBDE6w9A8JOs-0d4gG6KsWZsR5qpTiVJBFz_sfj_UmdToLOtbZvYo7NuJyYQYOCNystKkc551ws8bwv_97mRkgBIdrgWA9PWsHd17zojvAtdEg7LTZ7pkPz-HyhrbSfA3Mv/s320/417e3447-0678-44a8-b7e5-f977072593e0w.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414941552588053602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgngxriWzGGKhkR0DwFO7ZeLd6MdfcWX1z-HrXJohZHaZJukH0_BR4YbG8n09BFQPQQFPp04CTiIUTImWZS8BtKIV8ycPOszLzD87lMa3vVDNqrxmvt6zqNV0tPBZUcd5uowYlaJ6fboVzF/s320/78252961-7b18-4e09-b983-d4e93f912f7dw.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4