tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11313305865637820132024-03-13T19:58:02.553-07:00Our three little loves...Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-12002583737601627292014-08-30T05:53:00.001-07:002014-08-30T05:53:47.007-07:00My sweet momma<div style="font-family: Chalkboard; font-size: 16px; min-height: 21px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This is the blog post I have been waiting to write until, well I felt like I was ready. I am really not sure if I am. Really not sure if I am strong enough to attempt this, but my heart feels like it needs to. Like it needs to get these words out. So here I go. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This season of my life has been one of the toughest in my life. One no one could have prepared me for or one I could have ever imagined would happen this early in my life. This is how this storm started with this video. My dad called and said my mom was not getting better with her cold and despite different attempts with antibiotics, she was just not progressing. So he brought her to the hospital. We made this video for her because I knew it would bring a smile to her face. Dad sounded so calm on the phone and made me feel like it was just a step to getting her better and with some iv antibiotics she would heal and get better. Never did I think this would be the last time I knew she heard me on the phone. The last time...</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">This is my momma. My sweet mom. See my mom was my best friend, truly my hero. The one I called when I needed to talk, a shoulder to cry on, get advice, someone to giggle with, someone to tell me it was okay, and someone that no matter what was going on would bring huge smiles to my face. She was my comfort. <i> Always.</i> </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">She was the one who reminded me to be a giver, to love with all your heart, work hard, be honest, and never ever put yourself before others' needs. She was a giver through and through. My mom and I always had the best time together. There were sure to be smiling, giggling, and silliness when we were together. My momma was fun and playful. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">She was the best. <i>(Its so hard to write this…WAS..I cannot stand using this word)</i> The best momma I could have ever be given. She taught me so much about God, life, love, and what truly matters in life. She valued her faith, simplicity, nature, people, and animals. She was devoted momma always, but oh my did she love her grand babies. They were her world. What truly brought her joy was being with them. Holding them, giggling with them, chasing them, snuggling them, and making them whatever they wanted in the kitchen. She adored them. The joy they brought her poured of her when they were present. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Matt and I were having Matt's family over for a dinner at our house. Minutes before his family arrived, I got the call from my dad that she wasn't doing well at all and they were going to put her on a vent. My heart sunk. My momma. The one that I think of as having super natural strength. The one that never lets anything take her down. I immediately prayed to God, be with her doctors, give her strength, let her heal. But my mind said,<i> she will be fine. She always is. She just needs more treatment. </i> I attempted to draw comfort from those words. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">About 10 minutes after Matt's family arrived, I got a call from my Aunt saying I needed go to Goshen because she wasn't doing well on the vent. She said, you need to come. She needs you. Your dad needs you. I remember hanging on those words, the tears welling up in my eyes, trying to process what it meant, what was happening, leaving my family, leaving my two week old son, how long will she be in the hospital, will she be okay?!? The questions just raced around in my head and I found myself frozen. I remember standing in my closet staring at my clothes not sure what to do…then I felt a wave of peace come over me…and heard "you are strong..pack your bag..It is what you need to do." </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I packed my bag in a fury not even sure what was in there. My sister-in-law, Leslie, offered to go with me, and I felt guilty pulling her away from her family. I will be okay I remember thinking, but Matt insisted she go with me. On the way up there, I remember thanking God for her being there because I felt so lost. Not sure how to go about this, questioning what I was about to walk into. I made a call to my best friends Natalie and Jess on the way up to start praying. I just knew this was going to be a big storm. I just didn't know how big until I arrived. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">On the way up there, I remember Leslie trying to reassure me and thinking <i>yes she is strong. Yes God is with her. </i> I remember hanging on those words, she is strong. She will be okay. I remember praying in the silence in the car. Praying with all my might that maybe it wasn't as bad as it sounded. I tried to make sense of the words, she needs you. How bad was this?!? Should Matt be here?!?! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I remember driving up to the hospital and wanting to run to the door. Wanting to hold my mom. Wanting to hear she was fine now…false alarm. My cousin Megan met me in the parking lot. She held me really tight and when she let go, tears were rolling down her face. I knew then…it was bad. It was not good. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to run away. I wanted to wake up..this wasn't happening…I knew once I walked into the hospital…I was going to see her and it would become my reality. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">While signing in at the hospital, I met my cousin Ryan…He gave me one of those great hugs..the kind that you melt into…and I needed that.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We headed upstairs and I wanted to run off the elevator to my dad. I wanted to hug him. As I walked into the waiting room, it was full of family and friends with tears in their eyes and heads hanging low. Dad immediately grabbed my hand and walked me out of the room. He started crying and just kept saying she is not good. My heart dropped to my feet. I wanted to be strong for my dad so I pushed my tears down inside me so they couldn't get out. I prayed to Him be with us…as we walked into the room. She was covered in tubes, sleeping peacefully on her back, and looking pale. I wanted to hug her and hold her hand. I was told I couldn't touch her…told to let her rest because if she sensed us it would cause her blood pressure to spike and affect her breathing. I looked up to see the doctor standing at the foot of the bed. I heard him spit out words like she was on a high vent setting and wasn't improving, she has ARDS, she had pneumonia that has damaged her lungs, she needs the vent, now we wait to see if antibiotics work…it was overwhelming…I stood silent thinking t<i>his can't be…this truly cannot be…no God…why God…make her better…help us! </i> </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We left her room and dad just held me and cried. I pushed back my tears that were welling up inside me…I was determined to find my strength in Him and be there for my dad. She would want that…</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I came back to the waiting room for more hugging, tears, and comforting words (she is strong, you know she will be okay, I am so sorry hun, love you). I called Matt and Jess. My best friend Jess is a Critical Care unit nurse in Indy and deals with people like my mom's condition daily. She gave me encouragement and comfort that the doctors were doing the right thing. I felt peaceful that they were and hopeful that tomorrow things would improve. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Leslie and I went back to Matt's parents house and tried to sleep. I couldn't sleep at all. All I thought about was her laying there. I kept thinking any minute she would be okay and this would be over. In the quiet of Matt's old childhood bedroom, as I lay there and look up at the ceiling fan, I prayed and prayed. I prayed until my heart was aching so much I had no more words. I prayed and prayed until I finally drifted off to sleep. I got up early the next morning and got some food to take to the hospital so my dad and family. I called my friend Jess and she told me what changes I should be seeing today if she was improving…I was anxious..anxious to be there…praying I would see those changes..</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Getting to the hospital felt like it took an eternity, even thought it was only a 40 minute drive. When I got there, Adam, Sammy, and my dad were already there. We decided to go back and see her. She was still on her back with the tubes all around her and she looked so pale. She looked peaceful and I remember thinking maybe that is a good sign. I texted Jess what was on the vent setting so she could see if was an improvement. She immediately called me and rattled off questions to ask the doctor and made it sound like there was no progress. She didn't regress, but she didn't improve. She was questioning us transferring her to another hospital, one that would have more treatments available. I talked it over with Bubb, Sammy, and dad. We decided to meet with the doctor and have Jess on speaker phone to ask questions and be able to get her opinion of what is best for her. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The doctor and Jess talked really fast and through out terms like ARDS, throwing antibiotics at her, no improvement, bi-vent, unable to transport, need transport soon, ECMO, pressure and peep settings. I remember feeling like they were speaking a foreign language. After we met with the doctor and talked with Jess, we decided she needed to be transported for her best chance of survival. The original plan was to airlift her to IU methodist, but after an ice storm hit north east Indiana, we had to take her by land in an ambulance. It seemed like transporting her took forever. My dad and I finally got the go ahead that she was going. We headed to Indy hoping to be there when she arrived. I didn't want her to feel scared, even though I knew she wasn't awake. I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to be able to ease her mind when she arrived. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Her family all headed down to Indy to meet us. I was so thankful to have her family there. To be surrounded by my aunts, uncles, grandma, cousins. I needed them. We needed them to keep us calm to remind us that she was in the best place, that she would do better here. I was greeted by my best friend, Jess, in the waiting room and she told me they were checking her in and that she did wonderful during the travel. It seemed like a whirlwind. It seemed like a bad dream that just kept going despite my attempt to wake up. I kept feeling like moving her, that this would fix it. She would have more options for treatment. She was going to be okay. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Matt arrived and it was the first time I had the opportunity to hold him since I saw her. It was the first time I could just cry and be held by him. There is nothing like his hug. I feel safe and for once I felt like I could release and really just cry. He brushed the hair away from my face and smiled and gently whispered she will be okay. I wanted to believe him with all my might. I stood there holding my husband and thanking God for getting her there, for allowing the doctors to get started working on treatment right away, and for FAMILY so thankful for all of them.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We got the okay to head back and it felt SURREAL. It felt like a movie and I was watching it..<i>not living it</i>. I felt like I moved in slow motion trying to take it all in but not able to really process it. They asked to put her in a roto-prone bed. Dad immediately signed the consent. She was transferred into a bed that would rotate gently around and she would lay on her tummy to help her get more oxygen and hopefully move the fluid off her lungs. The doctors continued to adjust her oxygen saturation levels and peep. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I would soon be able to explain to you what all this meant. And what seemed like a foreign language would become familiar. We would soon learn every nurse, tech, and doctors name that spent time with her. I would bring cookies for the staff and know other families going through similar situations. It was amazing how my life would change. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My dad moved in with us for the next three weeks and family would pop in and out of our home. I love being the hostess and tried with all my might to make people comfortable. But to be honest it was hard. I was trying to learn how to be a mom to three, trying to meet their needs, and now I was trying to keep the house clean, make meals for everyone, be sure that I was there for my kids, but also there for my family and mom. My days consisted of being with my kids during the day, leaving when Matt got home from work, going to the hospital until 9 or 10, coming home eating dinner, doing laundry, cleaning, dream feeding a baby, waking in the middle of night and feeding sweet Crew, and doing it all over again everyday. We watched her make a small steps forward and two steps back for 10 whole days. She never really improved and then we got a blizzard. Literally...</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Dad and I got a call we needed to be there now. She was coding! I remember just white, snow everywhere, and us being the only people on the road. It wasn't pretty and it was scary. I remember praying the whole way that we would make it. The hospital is about 20 minutes from our house. It took over an hour. We raced to the unit and heard words like she coded, she needs more treatment, she needs this to live. Will you sign? I remember thinking God please let this be the answer. We need her. We need her so much. You see she is our rock…our world…she is our everything. Dad signed for ECMO treatment. She immediately went into surgery to put the canula in. This machine would act as her lung and remove blood and provide oxygenation and carbon dixode and then put it back into her body. It would allow her to rest and really give her a chance for her lungs to heal. We found out this happened from influenza type A and that the flu caused the pneumonia that has damaged her lungs. We prayed the damage would be okay if her lungs could be at total rest. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And while we had two weeks of ECMO, I watched my mom make gains and for once we felt like she would be okay! I remember total peace washing over me. We started to talk about treatment after her lungs were able to function again and what her life would be like for the next year after this. I remember thinking I don't care what has to happen and I was just so grateful she would be here. I was so grateful to be able to have the opportunity to see her smile again. I remember thanking God with all my might. I fell to my knees praising him and his healing. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Chalkboard;">And then just as that happened…she started to stall and really not make the progress. I remember watching them increase and increase the amount of support ECMO was doing for her and watching the PEEP (pressure on the vent) start to rise. I remember feeling like this was not a good sign, but Jess would remind me it will take time and to be patient. That the lungs are sensitive and we just need to wait and give her time. I prayed for my dad, our family, for her, hospital staff, I prayed that God would allow his amazing healing…I prayed with all of me. I prayed in the quiet, in the car, in the shower, in line at the grocery store, while my kids played, I prayed until it was just silence because God knew my heart. He knew what I wanted and I would hear him say </span><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am here child. I am here! </span></i><span style="font-family: Chalkboard;"> I knew he was here. Even in the chaos of my life at that moment, there were moments when peace would completely wash over me. I had to trust what was happening. It was in HIS hands. It always is. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And then there was the day…the day my world crashed….the day I prayed wouldn't come. My dad left our house to go to the hospital early. I didn't hear from him when he got there and I thought that was strange. I remember texting him and anticipating I would hear a text about her current stats and that she was the same or no change. I wished that was his reply…no I get she needs a cat scan of her whole body…they have some concerns…I need you. I called Matt frantically and he wasn't sure how quick he could get home, but he quickly rearranged his schedule and just left. He came to be with the kids…I got there right after they took her back for the CAT scan. I sent my friends a text to pray…she needed it…I just knew! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Finally we saw they were wheeling her back to her room…being on ECMO it was a huge deal to get her to the CAT scan room. So many people with her holding tubes, clearing the hallway…I remember dad saying it was a risk! We cried and prayed…and dad kept saying Janelle I really don't think this is good. I don't have a good feeling. He just kept crying. We called family and told them to get here. After what seemed like hours….the doctor came and got us…</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We went back to her room and he put the scan pictures up on a screen. I remember him saying 80% of her lungs are damaged. The damage is not able to be fixed. I remember him saying only 20% of her lungs are able to work. That is why ECMO is not working…I remember hanging on every word and thinking any minute he would say, but we are going to try this…it never came. He said well I say we give it three days, but her choices are to live like this forever on a vent, unconscious and treat the problems that will arise from being in a bed or let her go…<i>NO NO NO you can't mean. You can't mean this is it. Please have another choice. I was screaming this in my head. I wanted to shake him and I just wanted to lay on the floor and get in the fetal position and bawl. I wanted to throw a temper tantrum and have the doctor just give in ….have another treatment…have a miracle</i>…<i>.I wanted God to bring a miracle. He was the only one that could….I couldn't lose my mom…I just couldn't….but I knew in my heart she would never want to live the other life he was describing….no that was not an option…</i></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When we left the room…dad and I just hung our heads, tears, and we were silent….we met bubb in the hall…I melted in his arms and bawled. He didn't know what was said, but at the same time he knew. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I attempted to make phone calls to family and try to explain….<i>how do you tell someone their sister/daughter/friend is dying…I couldn't even say it myself…I called Matt bawling first. I told him to get here. I needed him. </i></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>I wanted to soak in the next three days. I wanted to soak up every single ounce of her. I wanted to talk to her, sing to her, tell her how much I loved her, I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know how scared I was to be without her…but want I really wanted was to hear her say goodbye. I wanted to hear my momma say I was going to be okay…just one time I wanted to hear that sweet soft voice and cute giggle. <u>I wanted her big brown eyes to look at me and smile and say you are okay. I love you Janelle.</u> I wanted it so bad. </i></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">All of her family came and loved on her. Told her goodbye, gave kisses, said I loved you. I watched my uncles and aunts with tears rolling down their cheeks whisper into her ear and kiss her. In the waiting room, we would tell stories about her life, how much fun she was, and I would learn even more about how special my momma was. It was comforting…comforting to be surrounded by her family, hear those stories, and feel so loved. Matt and I took turns being at the hospital. Our kiddos went to many friends houses and Corey and Leslie's house. I was so grateful. Grateful that I had that support. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Chalkboard;">And then on the 21st of January, we said our final goodbye to our momma and she went home to Jesus. </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>My heart shattered to the floor. It was so broken. The pain, the pain is fierce and I couldn't even stand. I couldn't even get on my knees to cry out to Him….I didn't know what to do….didn't know how to take any steps out of the hospital….how to leave this place…how do this</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">One of the nurses handed my dad an imprint of her hand….he gave it to me…it was from jess….there were no words no words…just tears. oh that gift, the gift of the reminder of her hand…every line every detail of her hand….that hand I knew would give me strength…remind me of her strength</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">We left the hospital and my life became a whirlwind…one that I truly can't remember…it felt like I stood still and huge storm just passed over me….we went and picked up Crew from my friend Amanda…I was so grateful to hold that baby. I needed that comfort. I needed someone to snuggle with….then later matt went and picked up Nella and Knox from Leslie and Corey….grateful for the care they gave them….grateful for the fun my kids had that day. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Later that night….Natalie and I went funeral shopping for my momma and I was grateful for Natalie…she kept me going…she kept me focused…she helped me move when I wanted to cry on the floor until a puddle appeared…she loved on me something fierce and took care of my family…. every step of the way during the funeral my friends and family loved on me…they took care of me…they knew what I needed before I could say what I needed…it was texts, helping with funeral projects and baking cookies that were my mommas favorite to hand out, creating recipe cards of her favorite apple crisp recipe, taking care of childcare for my kids, sitting at the table and helping me assemble wildflower hearts on cards to honor her, helping with floral arrangements, doing my mommas hair and make-up, taking care of my dad, watching my sweet babies and I could go on and on….I am grateful for each one of you that stood in the gap for us, loved us, took care of us, and just was there, truly there</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I don't know how you really move forward from this. I don't know really know what I am supposed to do, but I do know God is with me. I do know he is carrying me and showing me all the joy I have to be thankful for. All the gifts still present in my life. To be honest, I feel as though I am stuck in the sand of the ocean and I get to watch the whole world move forward and I want to scream at each person...how can you go about your daily lives while I am so broken here, ....don't you see me stuck here in the sand of the ocean while the waves lap over me almost drowning me each day...but then out the darkness I see this light and sometimes it is so small I have to squint to see it and sometimes it is bright and blinds me and that is Jesus and his love for me...it is little things he does to show me that he is here...he is with me...his grace he shows me in the most settle ways to help me feel his love...its in being able to rock my sweet baby to sleep, seeing lilacs in my backyard (one of her favs), listening to a favorite song on the radio, giggling over something silly my sweet little knox did, a deep hug from a friend, a phone call that made me smile, or hearing my sweet Nella talk about how she saw mamaw in her dreams. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">You see I could decide to dwell on the hurt, the pain, and be upset that she will not see my children grow and that I will not be able to hug her, tell her I love her and hear it back, or hear my mommas sweet laugh for the rest of my time on Earth. BUT I will not choose to focus on that...I will choose to find joy in every single day even on the hardest days, I will find something to be joyful about. I will find some sign of God’s grace. </span><br />
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I have learned that life is unknown and only God knows our stories. Only God knows what he has planned for us. I have learned to value people and truly take time to love on your family and friends. I have learned that little things don't truly matter. I have learned that I am like my momma in a lot of ways and I am so incredibly proud of that. I have her inside of me. I have her in my heart. It hurts, oh my does it hurt, but I am strong with God's love and I am strong because I am her daughter. I will live this life choosing to make her proud and show the world who my momma was and what she stood for by who I am and what choices I make in my time on Earth. I have learned it is okay to hurt, be angry, and just cry. I have learned that I need GOD so much and because I couldn't even get out of bed without him. I have learned to choose joy everyday. EVERY single day be grateful and joyful…every single day</div>
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<i>Thankful for Crew. I will never be able to express to him how much being able to rock and snuggle him helped my heart.</i></div>
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<br />Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-45788535383129270392014-03-11T12:51:00.003-07:002014-03-11T13:43:50.265-07:00And then there were three...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You, my sweet boy, are such an angel! You were the gift I didn't know I would desperately need, the gift God gave us. When we found out about you on April Fool's Day, Daddy and I thought God had a funny sense of humor and that he liked to keep us on our toes but God knew what joy you would bring to us, no to so many! Upon finding out about you, the to-do list started and we knew lots of things had to change to prepare our lives for you. And God helped us through each little item on the list and we would check them off. I couldn't wait to meet you and I could wait to see your sweet face. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See little one, you have always surprised us. You surprised us by a quick delivery and didn't even let your mamaw and grammie make it into the room, but that is how God wanted it. He wanted daddy and mommy to be the ones there when you arrived into the world. You continue to surprise us with how aware you are, your huge smiles, and being the sweetest baby ever. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Crew, you love guy, bring us more joy than I could ever describe. You are the most content, loving little guy. You love to be snuggled up close, have conversations, flash huge grins our way, and be sang too. You adore your sister and your brother. You love when they kiss you and smile so big when they talk to you. You are what God knew we so desperately needed, but never dreamed we would have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See little guy, mommy and daddy soon after your birth, went through the hardest season of our lives. We lost our dear mamaw and it breaks my heart to even type this. It is something I wish I didn't have to tell you, something I wish wasn't our reality, but it is sweet one and God knew so desperately that I would need you. He knew I would need this sweet angel to snuggle, rock, and sing too. He knew! He knew my heart would burst with joy with every smile you flash and that my tears would stop and that you would bring a smile to my face. He just knew. I am so incredibly grateful for you buddy and so thankful to Him for bringing me you, my angel boy. I love you so much sweet boy! More then I could ever put into words. Thank you! Thank you for being my easy going guy who smiles and reminds me every single day that Life is GOOD! God is so good and with you three loves, mommy is going to be okay. God knew I would need each one of you and I am so incredibly thankful for what He gives! </span></div>
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I<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">t has been a whirlwind this past month...we have sold our house in 14 hours, had appraisal issues, had an inspection scare, to find out it was no scare, and had the pressure of finding a home! We survived it and God saw us through! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is hard to say goodbye to our house of 7 years. This is the home that Matt and I created for our family. IT is the home where I wished and wished for a sweet little angel to call me momma. It is a where I laid on the floor in our nursery cried out to God that he would make me a momma. It is the home where sweet little Nella came home and I can remember exactly where I put her carseat down to let our dog, Liberty smell her. It is the home where first steps, first words, birthday parties, and lots of fun was had. I can remember where I was standing when I found out I was really pregnant and then bringing our Knoxie home and seeing Nella smile that he brother came home! It is hard to leave all that and say goodbye. So many memories and thankful that I have those precious memories always with me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WIth buying our home, it means many new and exciting things. A new school for Roo, new neighbors, new places to discover, establishing a shopping routine, and being close to family and friends! Roo wants a pink room and really is excited to have a playroom. Knoxie will love having a room with lots of balls ( I am redoing his room and using lots of Matt's old baseball and football things). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Things really seem to be falling into place which I know is God! LIfe is good! I am even handling dealing with boxes everywhere and my house out of sorts, for a girl who likes order and not chaos I am really feeling calm. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now on to the more exciting loves in our lives, our kiddos are having a great summer. We have done many zoo trips, sprinkle parks, play dates, playing in the backyard, picnics, museum, and swimming. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our Nella is three years old now! I still cannot believe she is 3 seriously have I really had three blessed years with her so far? She is the most amazing girl! I am now I am her mom and I am suppose to say that, but she is the kindest love. She has such a loving and caring heart at such a young age and I am amazed by this sweet heart God has given her and I know she will do great things in her life. Our Roo loves princesses. I am not sure how this happened, but she does! She loves wearing dress, picking our her outfits, wearing tiaras, and spinning/twirling. She is becoming very motherly and wanting to take care and nurture things around her our pets, babies, babydolls, and her little brother. She is very kind and helpful and really wants to please all the time! She continues to love books and being read too. Nella loves art and creating pictures too! We are so blessed by this love and love being her mommy and daddy. She brings smiles to our faces everyday! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Knoxie Michael is 15 months old now! Wow! Big boy! He is the most joyful baby I know. He has such a sweet smile and silly laugh and really is just happy. He is busy bee and is on the go alot. It is fun to watch him explore and learn about his world around him. He was what I call the "transporter". He likes to take things from location and moving them another. It is pretty cute. He loves to run and be tickled. Knox loves balls, blocks, books, and Mickey Mouse! Knox loves being outside. He has many more words now and love listening to his little voice say them. He can say momma, dada, nella, kee(kitty), doggie, Daisy (mickey mouse), icky (mickey), nack (snack), baba (milk), dank you (thank you), bye bye, hi, night night. It is exciting to watch him learn and grow! He is such a gift from God and bring so much joy to us! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I find myself emotional lately. I feel overwhelmed by God's love for our family. I feel like he has truly filled my heart that was once aching so much to now full with love, that I am bursting at moment. When I look at these two, I feel so incredibly blessed and amazed that I was chosen to be their mother. I am the one God chose for these two angels and that thought humbles me to the core. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It seems so long ago that I was once sitting on our office (now Knox's nursery) flooring sobbing, crying out to God! Begging him to let me be a mom. Promising I would give my all. I would love with them with every ounce of me. That I would be devoted and show them His love. I can still feel that pain even after years, it is so raw and still so real. It was not an easy road to get here. But one I wouldn't change for a moment. One that I know taught me to trust and love God. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This Christmas at our home, I wanted it to be magical and it truly was. We had snowman pancakes in the morning, put our reindeer food and cookies for Santa out, received a special book from Santa in the mail, watched my babies face dance with amazement over all the new fun things Santa and Mommy and daddy gave them, ate a yummy italian dinner, watched my sweet girl sing her heart out as she sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, did a snowman bath, and then watched Rudolph in Christmas jammies! Wow, it seemed what I hoped and begged for had come true! But the whole time, I just felt amazed! Amazed that these two beautiful sweet children are here! God truly is amazing and such an amazing Father! I am not sure why he chose me, but I thank him every day! I thank him even for the pain to get me here, because the pain and the confusion of this journey helped me realize the vastness of God's love and grace. I see it everyday when I look into their sweet faces. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Oh he is truly a joy! He has a contagious smile and that makes everyone around him face burst into the biggest smile their mouths could honestly make. He is a smiley, happy, sweet boy! He enjoys building with blocks, hearing stories, and discovering his world around him. He has a sweet heart and truly admires and adores his sister. His face lights up when she is around. He crawls and smiles the whole time he is going. Knox loves his baba and loves his baby food! He truly loves Mickey Mouse and his face lights up with smile and his feet kick like crazy when he sees him! He is my little miracle and he melts my momma heart every single day! </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>This girl has taught me so much about myself even at only two years old. She has taught me graciousness, compassion, and what love truly looks like. Nella has such a sweet heart and truly wants to help and love on anyone and any animal. It amazes me to see love pour out of her. She adores her little brother and truly wants to help him in anyway. Today, she even asked me to turn off her Doc McStuffins (her fave show) because we should turn on Mickey because Knoxie really likes it mommy. Seriously what a giver already at such a young age. Nella has the most expressive eyes! Her eyes can melt you in a moment. She is dancer, singer, and girly miss! She loves to dress up and truly is a princess through and through! She is kind and loving! We are so in love with this little angel.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our Christmas card this year, had one word...blessed! I feel so blessed everyday to have these two call me mommy! Sometimes I get so down on myself because I want more time with them and I just want to soak it all in and being a working momma makes it hard because my time is limited, but I have quality time with them and I truly treasure the moments and smiles they bring to my face. I couldn't ask for sweeter loves and I love my cute husband that I get to share this life with! I find myself tonight just thanking God for His love and thanking him for bringing these two into our life!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will never forget the day that Leslie told me she was expecting my sweet niece. We were sitting at our house and they had come down for a visit and she just blurted out I'm pregnant. I was shocked, excited, and felt an immediate love to the sweet little one she was carrying. I love being an Aunt to sweet Clay and I couldn't wait to have another little one to love! It was so fun to check in with Les through out her pregnancy and hear how active our sweet one was. I remember when she told us that she was having a girl. Matt got a call for Corey and I couldn't be more thrilled. I was so excited to have a niece to have fun with, be a loving aunt that would spoil her and do all the girly stuff with! I was really excited for Nella to have a little girl to play dress up, tea parties, slumber parties, and hear giggles during sleepovers. But then also to have a girl to share boy troubles with, friendship issues, and all that fun stuff girls go through. I was so close to my cousin, Megan, growing up and I was thankful that God was going to bring this sweet girl into our lives! I couldn't wait to meet her and snuggle her and watch her grow. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes God brings something into your life, that you weren't expecting. I know our God doesn't ever give us anything we cannot handle. I think that is the beauty about God because he gives us unexpected surprises and teaches us that we are stronger than we ever thought we were. God brings this into our life because he chose us because he knew we can handle it, actually not handle, but find joy, strength, and love when we weren't sure why he chose this path for us. He is always holding us and I think that is what is remarkable about him because you never know what God has planned for you and it teaches you to trust his love and judgment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I will never forget the day when Leslie called me about Lilah and her condition. I was at school and all I heard was I need you and her sobbing. My heart broke and I drove like a maniac to their house praying, crying out God to somehow let me be a tool to help her, calm her, and be there in a huge way. When she told me, my heart ached for her. Not because this is not what was expected or not wanted, but because as moms we have this huge ability to protect our children and we never ever want them to experience pain or heart ache. I knew Leslie was worried about her life. How it changed for her, what she would have to overcome, and how she might be perceived. She wanted to protect her. She wanted to make it all better before she even had to experience anything. I cried with her. Held her. Loved her. and prayed! In my heart, while was holding my sobbing sister and brother, I felt God calm me. I felt him say it will be okay. It will be okay! She will be beautiful, loved, and joyous! She will have strength! Honestly, I have only felt like I have heard God talk to me three times in my life. And that was one of them. I felt him! I felt his calmness! I took Clay that night and loved him, fed him, and gave him a bath and brought him home to parents that needed love! They needed to know it would be okay from their community. Oh WOW did God ever give that. I know Leslie and Corey have had a huge out pouring of support and boy did they ever need that! I am so thankful that they have so many loving hearts in their lives. What a huge reassurance and support you all are! Lilah is one loved little girl! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day Leslie was due to deliver Lilah, I had a pit in my stomach all day. I was so nervous! I could feel it in everything I did. I felt this lump in my throat the kind you cannot swallow and grows bigger in your stomach when you try. I kept telling my assistants at school that i felt like I was going to get sick. I just prayed and prayed. I prayed while i taught social skills as I patiently waited for kids to answer the question I just asked. I prayed and prayed for her. I prayed for Leslie, Corey, Clay, Doctors, and Lilah! I prayed! I wanted it to be okay. I didn't want my brother or sister to hurt anymore. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left school half day and picked up little Clay. I was so excited to hold him and snuggle him. I wanted to see the excitement on his face. He didn't disappoint. He was excited as always to see Nella, Knox, and Liberty! He had his Big Brother shirt on and was grinning from ear to ear. I remember the concern in Leslie's face. I held her for a long time and kissed her check. I remember the moment I left Nella knowing it would never just be me and her again by ourselves and saw that look in Leslie's eyes as she said goodbye to Clay. I felt Corey's nervousness as I hugged him in the driveway. As Clay and I sang Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the way home, i prayed and prayed! Little Clay fell asleep in the car and I carried him inside to finish his nap. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After naps, Matt and I got all three of the littles around to head to the hospital. Nella was pumped to be with Clay. Clay was excited to see his baby sister. Knox was just smiling at watching Clay and Nella. We were excited. We couldn't wait to see her and hold her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And she was! Sweet Lilah Rose had arrived with much strength and brought joy just as God had said! She was healthy and doing well and she got to stay with Corey and Leslie so they could get to know her and snuggle her and tell her it was all going to be okay. God IS SO GOOD!!!!!!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here we are waiting to meet our sweet Lilah! We were all excited and would turn towards the door whenever we saw someone come out. We couldn't wait to see her and ooh and aww over her!</span></div>
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<i> Yah! Lilah is here!</i></div>
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Happy Birthday to my sweet Lilah Rose. You are an unexpected gift. A gift that God chose for all of us and I am thankful that God brought you into our life. I know sweet love that you will teach us so much about you, ourselves, and the world. You are an angel sent to us. I love you Lilah! I cannot wait to watch you grow, learn, teach, and embrace this world. You are strong, beautiful, and bring so much joy to some many! XOXOXO</div>
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You are strong and beautiful!</div>
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I know God chose you to be her momma. He handpicked you to love her and guide her. He chose you because He LOVES you.</div>
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Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-39032261756812824522012-11-19T18:33:00.001-08:002012-11-19T18:33:09.198-08:00Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-65373805296835259662012-06-24T19:49:00.001-07:002012-06-24T19:49:48.454-07:00Knox is 3 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> This boy's smile....is a heart melter. His whole body lights up and he smiles just when we look at him. Oh how I love that smile. He is going to be a charmer. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He is a noisy little guy. He is constantly cooing and trying to imitate sounds we make. He continues to sing in his sleep! He takes 4 naps a day. 2 that are 2 to 2 1/2 hours and 2 naps that are 1 hour! He sleeps all night too! Such a good little guy! He loves to be read to. He flaps his arms and kicks his legs with excitement when being read to. He loves to sing "Take me Out to the Ballgame" and he loves to do patty cake. He also LOVES the bath. He splashes and kicks like crazy. He is such a little frog! He can already reach out and grab items in front of him. He can bat things too!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And sister...she continues to adore him! She is always kissing and hugging him. I love it! </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I really struggled with the mommy guilt at first. I had this huge guilt for Nella and trying to make sure she felt okay about this big sister stuff. But as usual I worry and she just rolls with it, always! She really has done amazing. It is hard to balance it both and be sure that everyone is getting all that they need, but I feel like with lots of prayer, patience, and trying new things, we have made it to 3 months and we are in a really good spot. And there are not words that could describe how my heart melts watching my sweet loves together. Oh how amazing it is to see the love between them. He lights up when she is around and she smiles constantly when talking about her knoxy. She is his biggest cheerleader and always trying to include him in what she is doing. It is magical. I am so humbled and amazed that I was chosen to be their mother. Wow God WOW! Oh how you love us! We are so in love!!!</span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-67497997543001080382012-05-27T20:13:00.000-07:002012-05-27T20:13:17.486-07:00Nella is 2 and Knox is 2 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> How did this happen? How have we had this sweet girl in our lives for two years already? WOW!!! It is crazy to think on this very weekend two years, Matt and I were in Utah snuggling our sweet girl. Nella continues to be the sweetest little love. She has a huge smile and the sweetest belly laugh you have ever heard. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She is a ham! Loves to have her picture taken! She loves to be outside! She is really into finding sticks? Not sure why, but she loves them! She loves bubbles, sidewalk chalk, her new bubble mowner (mower), being in the pool, the sandbox, and spraying daddy with the hose! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She is a sweet little love with a lot of energy. She is on the go! She loves to run, jump, hop, and march! She is a huge singer! I mean this girl is constantly singing. Doesn't matter where she is, a song is a going! She loves to sing all kinds of songs, but she even makes up her on songs! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> OH our sweet little guy is two months! He is seriously the sweetest most snuggliest little guy! He loves to snuggle up in a ball on your chest and he wiggles his little head until he is nuzzled into your neck. It melts me every time!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> He is getting into a pretty good routine now! We have had a cold for the past two weeks, so he has been a little not himself when it comes to sleeping for naps. He is such a good nighttime sleeper. Starting sleeping through the night at 6 weeks and became constant at 7 weeks! Thank you Knox. He sings in his sleep which is the sweetest little tune I have ever heard. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He is a smiler! He smiles all he way to his toes! His whole faces lights up!!! Just precious!!!! Absolutely turns me into mush! Complete mush! Love his smiles and how excited he gets just hearing our voices. He loves his sister. He studies her so carefully when she talks and sings to him! </span></span><br />
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What a sweet little guy he is! We are learning all about him and what he likes and doesn't. He is an eater and is gaining weight really well. In 8 days, he gained 9 ounces!!! He is great sleeper! He only wakes up once during the night. We feed him around 10:30 or 11 and then he sleeps until 2:30 or 3:30 and then doesn't wake up until 7 or 7:30! He also is a great napper! He has the sweetest face and loves to snuggle up with us! He absolutely hates being naked and gets upset when he gets his clothes changed! Lol! He loves his sissy so much and gets so calm when she is around.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhKTrVRAODzOwZbK9e9_PSjZoSer8oc9XYK-OfVtjysGLhnsyYSBuRvGFutsdgpkvbtOdb7YpxlQKYK_01obfthCnR9YvYGAcMjMmdAEaB9IMUO1DAnuVO_tOYVU9GEmK2X38eEL317KD/s1600/DSC_0892.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhKTrVRAODzOwZbK9e9_PSjZoSer8oc9XYK-OfVtjysGLhnsyYSBuRvGFutsdgpkvbtOdb7YpxlQKYK_01obfthCnR9YvYGAcMjMmdAEaB9IMUO1DAnuVO_tOYVU9GEmK2X38eEL317KD/s400/DSC_0892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727634022593889570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKMJZNjCZACLarqu_KfR2Yoag8TX6sFeouTMLeZwpb0_dH_LP8R5WdWgjShyphenhyphenJ9nLLEvwEMl92OatxXHKxRfBjG5KLJbIpdULmUeETkMNTM5sSBLgu9PxDmFJha-WY7orR8T59xHppQ9Ov/s1600/DSC_0878.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKMJZNjCZACLarqu_KfR2Yoag8TX6sFeouTMLeZwpb0_dH_LP8R5WdWgjShyphenhyphenJ9nLLEvwEMl92OatxXHKxRfBjG5KLJbIpdULmUeETkMNTM5sSBLgu9PxDmFJha-WY7orR8T59xHppQ9Ov/s400/DSC_0878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727634012053185314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />Our little Nella is 22 months old! Wow, she is almost 2 now! It is crazy to think this little love girl has almost been in our lives for 2 years! People always told me that time goes fast with little one and it truly does! She is the sweetest little girl!! She is turning into quite the little mother hen! She mothers her friends, her stuffed animals, our dog (libby), and loves to love on Knox. She is a singer and has the most beautiful voice ever! She can sing ABC song, Daisy Daisy, Jesus Loves me, Winnie the Pooh, Hot Dog, Row Row Row your boat, and 5 little Monkeys jumping on the bed! She can count to 10, spell her name, and can identify some colors and letters! She is smart little love and picks up on concepts really easily! She loves to "cook" in her kitchen. She continues to love to be read too and loves to look at books. She loves music, especially Mickey Mouse songs! She loves to color and paint! She loves being outside picking flowers, coloring with chalk, and riding her bike! Her new thing is telling us she needs everything. I need apple...I need juice..I need Knox...it is very sweet! She is becoming more and more independent. She wants to do things on her own and gets really frustrated when I tell her that she needs help to do that! She is a very determined little girl, but also very sensitive and needs lots of reassurance when she is upset or frustrated! 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We are loving having him home and being a family of four, well 6 if you count Liberty and Gypsy!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">On Tuesday evening, we were getting ready to go get some dinner, when my water broke...at least I thought it was. I wasn't sure, but I called the doctor anyway! She wanted me to wait 2 hours and come in. It continued so I was pretty sure it was my water. We had our nanny come and stay with Nella and headed to the hospital at 9. When I got there, they put us in a labor and delivery room, I was pretty sure this was really happening. By 5:30 AM, I was at 5 centimeters! I had contractions all night long and a lot of back labor pains actually through out the whole labor. By 11, I was ready to have him and in a half an hour, he was here! Oh my it was the most crazy, painful, wonderful, heart melting experience. He was so perfect. They put the little guy on my chest, but he wasn't pinking up and he continued to stay a white blue color. They took him over to the warmer. It was so scary because I could totally tell that something was wrong as they kept telling me they were just wanting to get a better look at him. Before I knew it, NICU had arrived and was going to take him because his oxygen rate was too fast and he was having difficulty breathing. I sent Matt to be with Knox and began to pray and pray that our little guy would be fine!!! I felt God, I knew he would be okay. God sent this great peace over me! After I had something to eat, I headed straight to NICU. I was thankful I had a natural labor or I wouldn't have been able to go see him right away. It was scary to see this little guy all under the warmers with leads, IV, and heart monitor on him! They said they found fluid in his lungs and both lungs were partially collapsed. They wanted to keep him in NICU and redo the chest Xray and blood work tomorrow. They were concerned he had pneumonia. We weren't allowed to hold him for a while. That was the hardest. I wanted to be able to hold him and tell him mommy and daddy were here! Knox ending up having fluid in his lungs from delivery and he continued to have to be monitored in NICU the whole time were in the hospital. He had a feeding tube at one point because he wasn't able to drink and breath correctly, then had to drink formula because I didn't have anything yet for him, but we made it! And he is doing great! I am thankful God protected us! I am thankful GOD sent us such an angel!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">He is such a sweet baby! Very easy going and very sweet!!!! He has the sweetest little face! And oh boy is he an eater!!! He has gained 6 ounces in 6 days!! Oh my! The nurses were shocked when they weighted him yesterday! He is great sleeper! He has been sleeping midnight to 5 and then waking up around 7:30. He is doing such a great job! He is a week old today!!! Crazy that he has been with us with a week already! I have loved every minute of this little angel!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1VQQkMzRCJ6oPwtGf9HeKK9KAJaDhMorZYUdZmv5CpAyn0t90q07v1yCoSPoqy3qcn9YOOK4O0-GQhpCOV9hMr0VCTo7VVS59FxSIBxlWX3zN_xWt1owPjy21aL0EYOEGgFPI9hLM08P/s1600/DSC_0765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1VQQkMzRCJ6oPwtGf9HeKK9KAJaDhMorZYUdZmv5CpAyn0t90q07v1yCoSPoqy3qcn9YOOK4O0-GQhpCOV9hMr0VCTo7VVS59FxSIBxlWX3zN_xWt1owPjy21aL0EYOEGgFPI9hLM08P/s400/DSC_0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725029890584822690" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_u6IyBZYFVd8XzU51LcQqse-BsFQEULzVuxHcOvssEksQwjov6IfVDV7-uav8SJczzrSrUmClcw6i0S0z361VbvEV9YA4Pg7DtDh7Hp3KfL6Myq2slTqEcA_Nf5PS_E9KHB-kK3pBCecs/s1600/DSC_0785.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_u6IyBZYFVd8XzU51LcQqse-BsFQEULzVuxHcOvssEksQwjov6IfVDV7-uav8SJczzrSrUmClcw6i0S0z361VbvEV9YA4Pg7DtDh7Hp3KfL6Myq2slTqEcA_Nf5PS_E9KHB-kK3pBCecs/s400/DSC_0785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725029872007172578" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Oh and my Nella!!! SHE ADORES HIM! She loves him and is constantly kissing and hugging him! She sings to him all the time! And if he is crying or upset, Nella really calms him. Just hearing her voice makes him quiet quickly!!! We are so blessed!<br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtIQ1qBytjyar4cYXQEcR5W0tjXw_jQ8gexkrIUVFdQt8VpXlhW6suy809Kl6TFHfaYrU4iz-aVPvIx2A1zMCUwma2tR3fJz3e-SntnFpBoXxX-5FZPi77xpDUgOOnmK0GSotj_NlNgXC/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGtIQ1qBytjyar4cYXQEcR5W0tjXw_jQ8gexkrIUVFdQt8VpXlhW6suy809Kl6TFHfaYrU4iz-aVPvIx2A1zMCUwma2tR3fJz3e-SntnFpBoXxX-5FZPi77xpDUgOOnmK0GSotj_NlNgXC/s400/DSC_0760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725029868287211570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofmBejWdPpBBJKkiSYz2rEhR0em10KRrImo4ZDKTqgCnXxjVxtCxx1Z4T_tkZFbbjz505yIMyCIE8JQ1pTELbE0U0Qgd3esJOKWo82HAlt_tb_IV9XX1Mjk3Sz7txq5HvwtjVgJrSQCgq/s1600/DSC_0754.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofmBejWdPpBBJKkiSYz2rEhR0em10KRrImo4ZDKTqgCnXxjVxtCxx1Z4T_tkZFbbjz505yIMyCIE8JQ1pTELbE0U0Qgd3esJOKWo82HAlt_tb_IV9XX1Mjk3Sz7txq5HvwtjVgJrSQCgq/s400/DSC_0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725029860093222994" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Matt and I were laying in bed together talking last night and we just feel so amazed by our family! Amazed by God's blessing and how he brought our children to us!!! He is so good! We are all so in love!</span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-54506262196826612972012-03-15T04:33:00.002-07:002012-03-15T04:58:50.898-07:00Today is my due date!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I cannot believe we are here already! Today is my due date for little Knox. It is crazy to think I have been pregnant now for 40 weeks! Crazy to think this little peanut has grown and grown! It has been a very fun journey and one I am thankful God allowed me to have. It is a different journey from Nellas, but not better just different! I love how God has helped matt and I reach both of our children. I feel like each of them has a special story to share someday! And what a testament to God our children are! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There are some things I know about little Knox already. He isn't a huge mover and grover, so I am hopeful that means he will have an easy going calm little guy! I cannot wait to meet him and see what he looks like! I often wonder whose eyes, nose, what his hair color will be, what his little personality will be like, etc. I cannot wait to officially meet this little guy! When I start to worry that he is not moving, he starts to move. I think it is sweet, like he knows I was worrying. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It is weird to think that he will arrive whenever and we just wait. THat in a way is like Nella's journey. We had no idea when God would bless us with her, but then all of the sudden she was here and I know it will be the same with Knox. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There are some things I will not miss about pregnancy. I have slept on the couch for the last 2 months because it is the only way I can sleep. I would like to have the option to be able to sleep on my back again. Other than that, I really have enjoyed every moment. I love watching my tummy grow, listening to his heartbeat at the doctor ( I love that sound), watching my tummy shift when he moves around, having people ask about my pregnancy, and watching Nella kiss and hug my belly. I am not sure if she really gets that there is a baby in there...but she is really excited and really loves babies! I am so hopeful that we are able to shift to 2 kiddos with ease and that our little Nella does okay with this transition. It is something I worry about, but know that Matt and I will do our best to make sure everyone feels loved. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well, we will let you know when he decides to come and I promise we will have lots of pics of our big girl with her little brother! Thank you so much for all the prayers!! We love you!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">xoxoxox, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Matt, Janelle, Nella, and Baby Knox</span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-91251200690951440072012-03-13T18:56:00.003-07:002012-03-13T19:17:28.810-07:0021/22 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5MpxCWtOgvdJAs-X7CZtW9FUhKdNtzaHEvguZZOA8rjEN2BBeW6QkuA3UEbk-tqMUVzT1X5s4LAZkUF2JFNdIqAJ2fi_bZEmxBKYJYaDI9ui7WH9ND3w32FPMpWtCFPh8Ineer1G8JN3/s1600/DSC_0294.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI5MpxCWtOgvdJAs-X7CZtW9FUhKdNtzaHEvguZZOA8rjEN2BBeW6QkuA3UEbk-tqMUVzT1X5s4LAZkUF2JFNdIqAJ2fi_bZEmxBKYJYaDI9ui7WH9ND3w32FPMpWtCFPh8Ineer1G8JN3/s400/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719570763595391874" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Our sweet girl is almost 22 months! I cannot believe it! She is growing up so fast and so quickly! She is a little ball of energy and love how she is starting to have her own thoughts and ideas about what she wants to do. She has the prettiest smile and the sweetest giggle!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She just melts us and continues to be such a blessing in our lives. She loves to be read too. She has some books memorized and can remember the words on the page while you read. She really loves Mickey, Elmo, and Pooh books!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5wUzgvrLNjNek1nzayRtPn62xa-nAOY15DAQJ9NmyOnLhSmlmbqmgGm1sLO8eqlCGkUGAxE2U4x1EDvhqHsNTOQS8bUG8CjYA-nK95ys4GIHXYY1sag5eGp56HyQo-k0bLVxT44TBjgm/s1600/DSC_0559.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5wUzgvrLNjNek1nzayRtPn62xa-nAOY15DAQJ9NmyOnLhSmlmbqmgGm1sLO8eqlCGkUGAxE2U4x1EDvhqHsNTOQS8bUG8CjYA-nK95ys4GIHXYY1sag5eGp56HyQo-k0bLVxT44TBjgm/s400/DSC_0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719570756038137986" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She loves Mickey and Minnie and really loves anything about them. She also loves to watch videos of herself and really loves watching Nella.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She continues to amaze us with quickly she picks up on things. She knows her ABC song, can count to ten, spell her name, and sing many songs. She loves to sing and has a pretty little singing voice.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">With her new found independence comes her getting frustrated as well. She does get over things quickly and will be very sorry after she gets upsets with us, but she does have to sit out a lot more lately.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqL3LHmw4zzaxmZNGUhO-4vAoW6LwyIl9LiP1KvMv3r5ld-0lTXGr_e88ZdBm8xkIT1p4llMqDJsmwAuRIV6mKWYc_NSOPaCp2ujXu5auSTU2LJ8xjF5Kr_AUOsVGaLk8I7_VziT1rtrS/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitqL3LHmw4zzaxmZNGUhO-4vAoW6LwyIl9LiP1KvMv3r5ld-0lTXGr_e88ZdBm8xkIT1p4llMqDJsmwAuRIV6mKWYc_NSOPaCp2ujXu5auSTU2LJ8xjF5Kr_AUOsVGaLk8I7_VziT1rtrS/s400/DSC_0512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719570751184830818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Her new thing she says all the time is I need....We say this for everything. I need an apple. I need milk. I need nack (snack). It is very sweet and I have no idea where she got this. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She is such a joy! We adore you little Nella!!!</span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-92194984360787824502011-12-29T05:42:00.000-08:002011-12-29T06:42:13.295-08:00Another Heart's Wish comes true<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewXP7rnsqLR_tauSAdN7-kpUVkzzSoE91MW7ODOlB2F623ZjdiJ9TP1YL54ile6o3Ag-4VjuWAnN-A0s-wf-F1aGzoM74qEoaVPaOVdtKfhsPCiWydUPegPOfa84yezF37vHuwkTiar7o/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewXP7rnsqLR_tauSAdN7-kpUVkzzSoE91MW7ODOlB2F623ZjdiJ9TP1YL54ile6o3Ag-4VjuWAnN-A0s-wf-F1aGzoM74qEoaVPaOVdtKfhsPCiWydUPegPOfa84yezF37vHuwkTiar7o/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550535629569218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iMdtN0St6FPeof_efDtBo1yiMfTx_9z5C7OkkwE0zTgx8mmh9AzbZsO0zijtAeMqJAPP_ibquzT7p9xUJLheY6YfJMZJRJw8W0CMrpUclIBA_nGoX7e89yKfaV2IeQG9OcF3x9fJp17j/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iMdtN0St6FPeof_efDtBo1yiMfTx_9z5C7OkkwE0zTgx8mmh9AzbZsO0zijtAeMqJAPP_ibquzT7p9xUJLheY6YfJMZJRJw8W0CMrpUclIBA_nGoX7e89yKfaV2IeQG9OcF3x9fJp17j/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550529103954690" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEdlS1_M_zEQ1cI-W74HYHppc3Ki_QD4gd5LwWq-tNn4lDxAsU4w0Kx9VXVIbvil2USpTEyV5dfHSRoM-9iASUx5LYqwESB-CiJfDI6ICMd8wYH43Mnbka6oHW4eNfg4lLD7iTQlrLwUy/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEdlS1_M_zEQ1cI-W74HYHppc3Ki_QD4gd5LwWq-tNn4lDxAsU4w0Kx9VXVIbvil2USpTEyV5dfHSRoM-9iASUx5LYqwESB-CiJfDI6ICMd8wYH43Mnbka6oHW4eNfg4lLD7iTQlrLwUy/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550514629058178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY5N0P04ZIvDwVsH8Loi8DZw9Qq9cv1P-oB521CiIsXx04SbxxEOBtUO6PG9vryB2wjuPC0BrVB-J_VEJVDHeYRC4nUOmXLEsvGp-7fNbYtS_VueSZXYBu6JOtJrO397cByFPmJrr1wIk/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY5N0P04ZIvDwVsH8Loi8DZw9Qq9cv1P-oB521CiIsXx04SbxxEOBtUO6PG9vryB2wjuPC0BrVB-J_VEJVDHeYRC4nUOmXLEsvGp-7fNbYtS_VueSZXYBu6JOtJrO397cByFPmJrr1wIk/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550509345499330" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />My heart has been overfilled with joy since the arrival of our sweet Nella! God is amazing and I continue to feel so much grace that God chose Matt and I to be Nella's parents. Before our sweet Nella arrived, Matt and I tried to have conceive a child. We prayed and prayed for God to help us and even sought medical advice to help us with the process. It didn't feel right....I felt God pulling us into another direction and that direction was adoption! We felt complete peace as we entered into the adoption journey and journey that I didn't realize God wanted for Matt and I, but once he lead us there, I could feel him guiding us and supporting us! After we chose adoption, I gave up trying to conceive a child. It wasn't something I longed for anymore! It wasn't something I thought God wanted for me! I felt God wanted me to be an adoptive mother and felt honored that he chose this for me! I stopped counting days and worrying about trying to conceive. It wasn't what I thought was intended for me and I felt peace with that! Did I wonder what it felt like to have little baby kicks in your tummy? Yes...Was I curious what it felt like to have people ask you about your pregnancy and ask to rub your tummy? Yes I did...but I didn't want that or have to have it like I did before! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then God sent a HUGE surprise. He really likes to keep Matt and I on our toes! We were gearing up for our second adoption. We trying to figure out timing and praying to God about financing and wondering if this would be God's plan for us. The day I found out I was pregnant, we discussed financing and funding options for adoption....it seemed overwhelming and we were unsure how we would be able to afford it. Then I realized I didn't start and I began to wonder if I was pregnant. I prayed to God and said please God get this thought out of my head because I don't want to think about it if I am not. I am done doing that and I didn't want to slip back into that place. He didn't let the thought leave me. I said okay, God if I am....then when I take this test let read positive. ( I found a test in a dresser drawer and we must have had in the past)...It was even two days past due...lol I took it and it read positive! I am almost fell over! I immediately called up Matt and told him. He almost fell down the stairs and he couldn't believe it!!!!! We went out and got three more tests and all were positive! It was crazy! I keep telling Matt that I think I will be in shock until the day I see our sweet boy! I still cannot believe how crazy God is! He keeps reaffirming in my life....that I can never know what to expect with him......and it makes me trust HIM!!! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We found our little man was a boy at our little party! Our friend, Mia, helped us out big time with a cake. We went to the ultra sound and had the technician seal the envelope and we gave it to Mia. She baked a cake and made the inside the color of what the baby was! Blue for a boy and pink for a girl! Then we had some friends and family join us for a dinner and when we cut the cake. We found out we were having a boy! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Carrying our sweet boy has been amazing! It is so neat to feel little kicks and know that we are helping him grow! It is a different journey from Nella's neither one better than the other.....just unique in itself. I have loved both journeys to our children.....God is SO good!!!! </span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-24800526087784988182011-12-29T05:20:00.000-08:002011-12-29T05:41:57.399-08:00Nella at 18/19 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaQR89lXVUXPCaxetw1VRq0vBFsfowLSnA10h37rWhD4tIfh6V5VHf_5smNyyOOXHVxoOKOSZtmeNH2A1fubOJbrAlx-49IcqU0iNzc5J3i4VwAaUYuP4f9fhla5-nSE354vbULdivuTs/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaQR89lXVUXPCaxetw1VRq0vBFsfowLSnA10h37rWhD4tIfh6V5VHf_5smNyyOOXHVxoOKOSZtmeNH2A1fubOJbrAlx-49IcqU0iNzc5J3i4VwAaUYuP4f9fhla5-nSE354vbULdivuTs/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691544790540599234" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:large;">Our little Roo just turned 19 months! WOW, we have a little one over a year and half. How did she grow so fast and where does the time go? It seems like she was just a little a peanut the other day! Matt and I still think about bringing her home on the plane and how tiny she was! She is such a little character! She has the sweetest smile and cutest belly laugh!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At 19 months old, little miss has SO many words. She repeats anything you ask her to and she will repeat things you say too! It is amazing how well her language has developed! She takes one nap for about 2 to 3 hours! She continues to be a good little eater and has gotten to the point where she will tell you what she wants to eat! She loves APPLES especially and has just recently moved to where she can eat the apple like a big girl (we peel off the skin). She has apple radar....she can spot an apple anywhere and when she sees it she wants it!! :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">She is quite the talker and when she is not using words, she speaks in her sweet love language and will use gestures and everything while she tells you a big tale! It is the sweetest and cutest thing ever!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Nella continues to love books and loves to be read too! Matt and I often read about 20 books a day to her.....and sometimes the same book over and over! She loves Oh the Thinks You Can Think, Elmo and Friends, If you Give a Moose a Muffin, and The Little Engine that Could. She has started to love playing with dolls. It is the sweetest to watch her cuddle and love on a baby. She feeds the baby and will make a sucking sound with her mouth like the baby would do. We even caught her sniffing the baby's bottom the other day! lol!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSAcwnrQUvXWXqfQzjlcQ-_K0Kj9h1EIHkIIuAID17NbVdp5UCR5FiILjCTWI5iWgu2TD97JRRg9-e1u24ilNcBYa2-y8Krt3hiLaLzBz-52CD8FxY5oNsoqfhJPQdiE_5BqLjxJC4KIN/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSAcwnrQUvXWXqfQzjlcQ-_K0Kj9h1EIHkIIuAID17NbVdp5UCR5FiILjCTWI5iWgu2TD97JRRg9-e1u24ilNcBYa2-y8Krt3hiLaLzBz-52CD8FxY5oNsoqfhJPQdiE_5BqLjxJC4KIN/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691544782529031730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Big Girl room</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRfsyxPck5xldrlxjJAmzQgD9ajNLfc6e5XjPyLGUlv128K7TvX4fvQDvqMtQOKiaGnawcOOw_EU2kO8RW8CXwPkrgqKAWCnfaHjsknxffPf2p4MmO4cMA0Mv_7dlVg0XWuWLzfDrzUXr/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRfsyxPck5xldrlxjJAmzQgD9ajNLfc6e5XjPyLGUlv128K7TvX4fvQDvqMtQOKiaGnawcOOw_EU2kO8RW8CXwPkrgqKAWCnfaHjsknxffPf2p4MmO4cMA0Mv_7dlVg0XWuWLzfDrzUXr/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691544769089958370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">She loves her book wall</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGy9x7JM-N6bgKiWZUhZK2NtG1sH8oyQCKnIa-C5v14eaEFR7S9vSIpBFKs1IE4ZPP3eQcpwjSeSal9CLxWrfxA99hgpkRgSDHYnWJblUpOhCzt_yNaI5NQ9I55e58oFeHuey0v97xnKH/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyGy9x7JM-N6bgKiWZUhZK2NtG1sH8oyQCKnIa-C5v14eaEFR7S9vSIpBFKs1IE4ZPP3eQcpwjSeSal9CLxWrfxA99hgpkRgSDHYnWJblUpOhCzt_yNaI5NQ9I55e58oFeHuey0v97xnKH/s400/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691544761602630498" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">She continues to be very loving. She loves to give hugs and kisses! Nella loves to pat people on the back and she does it to everyone! She is going through a bit of a mommy phase right now. She wants her mommy to "hold u" all the time! I do love that she wants me, but it is sometimes difficult while trying to cook dinner and I hate seeing her reject her daddy! I know someday the tables will turn though....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Nella knows Mommy is having a baby! She pats my belly and gives hugs and kisses to the baby. I know she will be a great big sister! We are so enjoying our sweet girl and love all the sweet little things she does!! </span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-48512893010410181132011-11-16T02:54:00.001-08:002011-11-16T03:39:45.486-08:00Our love is 17 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m-uTquKQOENhSPgUrmaEiuRF3ID_tRxSuxVy-rhyYW_14GCXFmKmd57NNKCUvkVQ5OtShdgwNhGWFVPJZkORz8wezxft63SN9S8dSyIeLo2eSyH7FUOOSVk26lYCKbD2qcp9xe1Q2T5a/s1600/DSC_0790.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0m-uTquKQOENhSPgUrmaEiuRF3ID_tRxSuxVy-rhyYW_14GCXFmKmd57NNKCUvkVQ5OtShdgwNhGWFVPJZkORz8wezxft63SN9S8dSyIeLo2eSyH7FUOOSVk26lYCKbD2qcp9xe1Q2T5a/s400/DSC_0790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675546436068136834" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Our sweet little love is growing SO fast!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I am continued to be amazed by her! She is really such a good little baby! Although I know she is getting to be such a big girl.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She now wants to be so independent. She eats with spoon and fork all by herself now and occasionally she still asks mommy for help. She will tell you want she wants to eat now and if she doesn't like something, she is not afraid to share that too!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She is on the go all the time! She runs everywhere she goes with this huge smile on her face! She loves to talk on her phone, cook in the kitchen, build with blocks, play with puppets, and read. She is still fascinated with books. In one evening, Matt and I typically read 15 to 20 books! The girl LOVES to be read too!!! She is starting to be able to tell you what book she wants...she knows the titles! It is crazy how smart this little love is! She loves to sing and dance! She does spins and tries to jump which maybe the cutest little thing I have ever seen! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">She is a talker...and she is constantly talking! Sometimes she will look at her say something for about 30 to 40 seconds (which we have no idea what she says) and then she will say bye and leave the room! It makes us giggle everytime! Seriously so cute! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnbEnxvbz0h23uLQMEGt9skn5BXgUwpt1CDt1lKSIztHcqFnHyF5CGRRhK_wYVoOMmO1tP85dqEd9m92VDArqMmrr_EMMCfPrwThZxhVn-XdiN07kc9JCPnoRUwRgTJR2UDPu4rkW9Ujo/s1600/DSC_0773.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnbEnxvbz0h23uLQMEGt9skn5BXgUwpt1CDt1lKSIztHcqFnHyF5CGRRhK_wYVoOMmO1tP85dqEd9m92VDArqMmrr_EMMCfPrwThZxhVn-XdiN07kc9JCPnoRUwRgTJR2UDPu4rkW9Ujo/s400/DSC_0773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675546426088305602" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">With her independence has come more, attitude. When she is upset, she will throw herself on the floor, cry and look up at you to be sure you are getting all this....we ignore this behavior and within 10 seconds she is up and saying sorry mommy. Her little sorry melts my heart. Now I have to say....Matt struggles with her doing this. He wants to scoop her up and tell her it is okay when she flings herself on the floor. It breaks his heart to see her upset and I tell him it is just part of it and she is just seeing if our no to that item will change if she tries this. I feel so bad for him because I know it breaks his daddy heart!<br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxiJHCNsoS3R4J7ysDrup3Js6ZQfQMuaEMW7ZrHrwrpwjPj8mk4q3jWUe3WHHswwbxg5s9Fl1xDT-I6on3QJMTw0c7BELi7fXPiYLgSlLMAX_ZDcdOyFmnDEdr9gmwwiwB-fbKYFNn4Je/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxiJHCNsoS3R4J7ysDrup3Js6ZQfQMuaEMW7ZrHrwrpwjPj8mk4q3jWUe3WHHswwbxg5s9Fl1xDT-I6on3QJMTw0c7BELi7fXPiYLgSlLMAX_ZDcdOyFmnDEdr9gmwwiwB-fbKYFNn4Je/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675546423245176978" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Our little roo was an American Doll for Halloween! She hated the box, so it didn't stay on long! But boy did she LOVE trick or treating. She can say trick or treat and loved going up to the door. She would always take the treat out of her bucket and give it back to the person who gave it to her and say fank you (thank you). So everytime mommy would tell her its yours to keep! She loved it! We even went trick or treating at the zoo! She loved it animals plus trick or treating....she was so excited!! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Another huge change for little miss is she will be a big sister, March 15 to her little brother! We are so excited and I know she will do amazing! She loves babies and is really sweet with little ones. Daddy and Mommy have been working on her big girl room! I will post pics soon! I cannot wait! She is going to love it! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We continue to feel amazed by God's love for us! We are so blessed to our Nella and amazed that we are having another little one soon! We cannot wait to meet him! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Talk to you soon!!! Love ya</span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-47511728758037679052011-10-22T11:25:00.001-07:002011-10-22T11:38:09.012-07:00Nella is 16 months almost 17 months! A little late...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx0u_TZIKQisejXG4uXSAdwy6hYZ7D74VVFLJ75HYZDZqAn9QYb5g045kl5WaVL4akqnKuUFIopbVEVBRWBKOBoRZLIQE1kclsKXy0zihhcNgsbVHQ1SDHyktvsfvWDWgJSzIiVMAYxBh/s1600/DSC_0753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx0u_TZIKQisejXG4uXSAdwy6hYZ7D74VVFLJ75HYZDZqAn9QYb5g045kl5WaVL4akqnKuUFIopbVEVBRWBKOBoRZLIQE1kclsKXy0zihhcNgsbVHQ1SDHyktvsfvWDWgJSzIiVMAYxBh/s400/DSC_0753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666385883666477202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QRTl2FlgeM-ZusV3hVdOYbFkeBK1M_vJwyvGa6O151uwFeSQKZOeIO0eeWeruNZlL9Dcnbs5zYruDnMFN6ElH2wRREDa0rlq3_LV7ctEouEioK2fweg26gLMT8svxtn5uzySyY9HyCEM/s1600/DSC_0712.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QRTl2FlgeM-ZusV3hVdOYbFkeBK1M_vJwyvGa6O151uwFeSQKZOeIO0eeWeruNZlL9Dcnbs5zYruDnMFN6ElH2wRREDa0rlq3_LV7ctEouEioK2fweg26gLMT8svxtn5uzySyY9HyCEM/s400/DSC_0712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666385879537754194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our sweet girl is getting to be such a big girl! She has grown so much over the past couple months! It is amazes me what she can do now! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She runs everywhere she goes and she loves to be on the go! She is trying to jump! It is the cutest thing! She bends her knees and gets up on her tip toes! She can climb up on the couch like a big girl! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is very talkative! She can say or tries to say anything we say! She puts two words together a lot now! She knows all her animal sounds and is starting to sing! She has the sweetest little voice! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She loves her Elmie (Elmo)! She has a little one she brings everywhere! He sleeps with her and eats with her! She feeds him what she eats! It is so cute!!! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She continues to have a sweet, loving personality! She loves babies and gives big kisses to them!!! She will be the best big sister!! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our girl continues to amaze us!!! She is truly our angel! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">See you soon!!! </span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-74453977325621748342011-08-11T18:16:00.001-07:002011-08-11T18:32:29.434-07:00I'm 14 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYWVMv8hN2M9qTkD2BoGRyYev0iVMnv1nm7jDrAMYLd4wXX_-PascxJ_ioHhJg-k5o1C-E4hm1DfiT2WShTc_qJGnLi9dGLyalObVDbpYdk5cZGl7s6iw8DVaCjoNrbRTJnSNMfQwIJWH/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYWVMv8hN2M9qTkD2BoGRyYev0iVMnv1nm7jDrAMYLd4wXX_-PascxJ_ioHhJg-k5o1C-E4hm1DfiT2WShTc_qJGnLi9dGLyalObVDbpYdk5cZGl7s6iw8DVaCjoNrbRTJnSNMfQwIJWH/s400/DSC_0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639773504857434738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
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<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our little love girl is 14 months!!! So hard for us to believe. She is such a big girl now and is always on the go! She walks..no really runs everywhere she goes! She loves to play hide and seek and chase! She is becoming more of daddy's girl. It melts my heart to see her reach for daddy or giggle so loudly when daddy chases her. She squeals with delight when daddy is around. Daddy has been making her blanket houses (he calls them forts...but girls call them houses). She loves it. She loves crawling in and out and reading books in her house. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is definitely into books. Loves to be read to and loves to look at books. If I am in another room and she is being a little to quiet so I get nervous and go peek and she is looking at a book! So sweet! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She has so many words. It amazes us how quickly she picks up language and she continually adds new words to her vocabulary daily! Some of her new words are ucky, tweet, meow (but she says me), ducky, uh oh (one of our favorites), mamaw, and papaw. She is starting to put combos together too such as bye bye dadda, bye bye doggie, bite please. It is so amazing to watch her learn. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is figuring out how to put things together and likes to trying to put lids on and stack things. I like watching her problem solve and try to figure it all out. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our little love is also pretty independent and she gets really frustrated with mommy and daddy when she cannot do something. It is very short lived though and she always signs sorry and kisses us after which is really sweet. It is neat to watch her figure out her world and figure out her boundaries. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is the best! Such a doll and people continue to stop us everywhere and admire her sweetness and cuteness! She is quite the ham and loves the attention. Saying hi to her fans and then burying her head into mommy. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy 14 months little Nella bug!</span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-16052484264514777942011-07-11T19:58:00.000-07:002011-07-11T20:01:56.976-07:00I'm 13 months!!!!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwndCz2-xSxcBLqkoWdGLZqx1eWSPucc8Pu1KGQ9Wx0XGtEK1g44yGCT8uAqj80_zVNqudbKkT1txYZBZqtEPwrA645gvz6jwzIWPzUdE8rthsAjOOpWRMUTw2GPcKK0VeXMmVaCQ5A0o3/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwndCz2-xSxcBLqkoWdGLZqx1eWSPucc8Pu1KGQ9Wx0XGtEK1g44yGCT8uAqj80_zVNqudbKkT1txYZBZqtEPwrA645gvz6jwzIWPzUdE8rthsAjOOpWRMUTw2GPcKK0VeXMmVaCQ5A0o3/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Nella turned 13 months this past Sunday! It is hard to believe how she has changed so much in such a little time. She is not a little baby anymore and seems to behave more like a big girl! Her look has changed to me as well. I can now see what she will look like as she grows and I can predict what her sweet little face will look like when she grows! She is a blast and we are enjoying every minute with her! I am LOVING being home with her and breaks my heart to think about going back to school! But I know my other kidddos need me too! :)<br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvH-6NsuOWQuEhgf0XgJk7jKL-6wUTOXKK312wdXhQY8wGIXjqYDesIKtRNYV3D8_ysAEUhmk6ZavzR3H5b-fTio8h4vnlcJuJHpUBkGA7sFG1ZrsPeHvbeOKN7MFDsAFkr3ECA5dZ_YQ/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvH-6NsuOWQuEhgf0XgJk7jKL-6wUTOXKK312wdXhQY8wGIXjqYDesIKtRNYV3D8_ysAEUhmk6ZavzR3H5b-fTio8h4vnlcJuJHpUBkGA7sFG1ZrsPeHvbeOKN7MFDsAFkr3ECA5dZ_YQ/s400/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Nella can take 6 to 8 steps on her own now....but if she is traveling long distances she wants just one finger. It is really sweet and I love how cautious she is about it! She can stand all by herself now, but if she is standing too long she will move to where she can lean on you! I love that she still wants us to be close even though she has all this independence now! She is a very good listener! If we tell her she cannot go upstairs right now, she will stop climbing and come down and the same when upstairs and she wants to go down. She can go down the stairs all by herself now. She has so many words and she continues to pick up a new word each day! Her newest words are: hi, stop (top), no, hot (ot), bird, poof (it goes with a song we sing), night night, up, baby. She will also sign please and thank you! She will get frustrated and want help and begin to cry and we say if you need help Nella say help please. She will stop and sign please. It is the cutest ever! She points to everything and says ooha (which I think means what is it?). She does this all day long as she wants to know more about what things are called. She tries to say ee i ee i oo when we sing Old McDonald had a farm.<br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflvVrxiUONFXJKNk1-FD0yoAuOyfdcV_Wi3QoESoxytneh59LyO2PzgYuz4RlAfPMLzVtPTCJDJTsEY2E6YwNk3dX6dph2R6BwhpWooxS30k12KcvvN8_F8x1fCqfrr-iF-BQaXFa1xCs/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflvVrxiUONFXJKNk1-FD0yoAuOyfdcV_Wi3QoESoxytneh59LyO2PzgYuz4RlAfPMLzVtPTCJDJTsEY2E6YwNk3dX6dph2R6BwhpWooxS30k12KcvvN8_F8x1fCqfrr-iF-BQaXFa1xCs/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Our biggest challenge these past three weeks is hitting herself. We are continuing to be consistent and remind her to be nice to Nella and not hit. We tried distracting her and telling its okay to be frustrated, but she continued to hit. We started sitting her out when she does it three times in a row and it is helping. When she gets done sitting out she will kiss us and we make her sign sorry. She has been doing better and it has not been happening as frequently, but hard to see her hurt herself like that! She tends to hit when we tell her it is not for Nella or she cannot do something like...it seems she is upset with herself.<br /></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZQhjGFYD7fJz5VY0ER-8sCYOzxGn3CyjntqGqDj_QRxC2rmXawG-Wt7dc3BZqaXEITqbE2jdlJ33IdDdKAKBjdt7Q_9y6esdZAgmIpMxJZcA37_Di6KYJWO_3dyB7l-GRQrSW18oHBom/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipZQhjGFYD7fJz5VY0ER-8sCYOzxGn3CyjntqGqDj_QRxC2rmXawG-Wt7dc3BZqaXEITqbE2jdlJ33IdDdKAKBjdt7Q_9y6esdZAgmIpMxJZcA37_Di6KYJWO_3dyB7l-GRQrSW18oHBom/s400/DSC_0258.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Little things about her that she is doing this month. She does a surprise face when she does something she wasn't expecting. She loves to hug and kiss everyone and everything. She mimicks everything we do...so funny and makes you think about what you do. On the trip, she mimicked my mom chewing gum and now she does it on command when you ask. She also loves showing you where her tongue is.<br /><br />We are having a blast and she is growing and changing so much!!!!<br /><br /><br />HAPPY JUNE!!!!!<br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-27222348177944123192011-07-11T19:39:00.000-07:002011-07-11T19:51:38.053-07:00Happy 5 years<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiRSK75LIwmmKl3xlUUAcEdNKKxvocN0kkAKr7EYEWJDICgkM58fy-XTg8KOq2nopTazRUo8GZM0swWld24djVqrDWZh_B8D8tcWIADpE87R6gqqCk1QJLjVaPW3BkPQ4EetUnfvLJfZZ/s1600/DSC00859.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiRSK75LIwmmKl3xlUUAcEdNKKxvocN0kkAKr7EYEWJDICgkM58fy-XTg8KOq2nopTazRUo8GZM0swWld24djVqrDWZh_B8D8tcWIADpE87R6gqqCk1QJLjVaPW3BkPQ4EetUnfvLJfZZ/s400/DSC00859.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a></span> </div><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Matt and I have been officially been married 5 years. We have been together 11 years. I am more in love with him today than I am the day I met that handsome green eyed boy sitting in my Trig 2 class. I remember that day that I was thanking God that may last name started with a T and his started with a S, so I could sit by him since we had to sit in alphabetical order. I remember thinking how was I going to get him to pay attention to me....so I would curiously ask him what answer he got the math problem or ask him about the baseball game....to just try to get him to smile at me....and 11 years later...we are more in love than ever.<br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLnWv6XVjz9YU_ThJQqvmpM2Rkb91GiqI2svyzBOr6wmthFilUoO3vheUdaWUtt8XTO2EyqQdSdgivIYoyELf0-ZxYt6bEAsYbJTrG7x8mL_lneuST0eR7xRg60L-VUkojiVR55rByKDD/s1600/DSC01202.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLnWv6XVjz9YU_ThJQqvmpM2Rkb91GiqI2svyzBOr6wmthFilUoO3vheUdaWUtt8XTO2EyqQdSdgivIYoyELf0-ZxYt6bEAsYbJTrG7x8mL_lneuST0eR7xRg60L-VUkojiVR55rByKDD/s400/DSC01202.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />In these past 5 years together...I have a learned a lot about Matt. He is so reliable and when you ask him to do something, he will do it perfectly. He likes his laundry a certain way and usually does his laundry on the same day...makes me giggle everytime!!!! He can make me smile and laugh until my stomach hurts because he is just goofy and I love it!!! He is what I call the heater...I love it because I am always cold and so I love snuggling up to him and being warm! He has a huge heart and will help out anyone who may need it. Matt will always tell you the truth. He doesn't skate around it or try to make you feel better...he just tells it...which I have grown to love..sometimes I would like some skating....He likes to be on time...it drives him nuts that I tend to be late...but we have worked on it ;) He adores his family and he will do anything for us! Especially his girl Nella!<br /></span></div><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoAE1aoaDN5TD2jEcHmr5tTg5ewN46g-e0Zi6UTm49EAbsgVh8IKb5D6jA7RyGFHAxNtUWGCNhcv5SY8UIOWFshpTBAcFYk0daksdmifuglGqEepnOFt11XKb559uNJTYb-LBw7hk9Nyj/s1600/DSC01103.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoAE1aoaDN5TD2jEcHmr5tTg5ewN46g-e0Zi6UTm49EAbsgVh8IKb5D6jA7RyGFHAxNtUWGCNhcv5SY8UIOWFshpTBAcFYk0daksdmifuglGqEepnOFt11XKb559uNJTYb-LBw7hk9Nyj/s400/DSC01103.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We have learned a lot through our years...and I know we have SO much more to learn...but we have had our share of ups and downs with infertility issues and adoption expenses and taking in God's plan and trying to roll with it...which neither of us do well....when I look back on the past year and half...its been our best! The anticipation of our child coming home that God had chosen for us....is crazy, miraculous, and takes our breath away still when we look back on it...And being in our role of mom and dad is my favorite. I adore watching Matt with Nella. It melts me. He is the only one who can make her giggle so hard! She loves her dada! And me...I am at my most confident and feel comfortable finally in who I am! I am a mama...the role that I always dreamed over and longed for! I love it! I love our family and so look forward to what God has in store of us!<br /></span></div><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69eoUlk7C4KKyZgBC88GL7KuRaWGeCztjeawaczrrHhOhYD_DMERmVeN9o-eAJ3qefva5GQrzfeFsmrVrjpVuQjQ7UmEg3T_p-imokt88RLYfTUudP1E3vccNgHJnTU5Xr8SGZZ1SL7pQ/s1600/SB_2851020358.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69eoUlk7C4KKyZgBC88GL7KuRaWGeCztjeawaczrrHhOhYD_DMERmVeN9o-eAJ3qefva5GQrzfeFsmrVrjpVuQjQ7UmEg3T_p-imokt88RLYfTUudP1E3vccNgHJnTU5Xr8SGZZ1SL7pQ/s400/SB_2851020358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The best has been watching my love grow in his faith with God. I have been apart of Matt finding God, asking Jesus to come into his heart, being baptized, and continue to grow in his faith daily. He has challenged me and we have grown so much together. We are still growing and still learning...but I love our journey so far and cannot wait for what's to come<br /></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-37004013177780404412011-06-28T19:19:00.000-07:002011-07-11T20:08:51.470-07:00We are SUPER busy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoeCSEv_cBrfq9OfRjgo2g5btpvcF8c9ga-coSfHdRGAKTmCmnudAUyi6DYd7lmlsXuzLPEFcWzSgmBVWnKOacqdNJl6KDTQ2MZ8cke6kd2tyPf9zUdTl9INJkq6MC5pkmWukU5Oadczl/s1600/DSC_1025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoeCSEv_cBrfq9OfRjgo2g5btpvcF8c9ga-coSfHdRGAKTmCmnudAUyi6DYd7lmlsXuzLPEFcWzSgmBVWnKOacqdNJl6KDTQ2MZ8cke6kd2tyPf9zUdTl9INJkq6MC5pkmWukU5Oadczl/s400/DSC_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628296124868297698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/b88fdd104c21799a.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/b88fdd104c21799a.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Happy Daddy's Day to our wonderful dad and husband, Matt!!! I knew my guy would be a great dad and adore his kiddos, but I was not prepared with the amount of love he shows for his girl. To say this girl has her daddy wrapped around her finger is an understatement. He adores her and smiles so big when he is with her! He is a great father, husband, and friend and God really blessed us when he gave us him!!!!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJ_8oQyENkpS2K-nTx9dS-97o7jvB1VYkfMl5qujCLwapCvpLKGrWjy0Ua0Qtk7OHTM6YtdfkoChJwsOy8t8DQnh-0ibOFtlL_caCMsfcRVdCbXk_FrRl0Sj1FGG5-gyYg-CcXyaacH98/s1600/DSC_1059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJ_8oQyENkpS2K-nTx9dS-97o7jvB1VYkfMl5qujCLwapCvpLKGrWjy0Ua0Qtk7OHTM6YtdfkoChJwsOy8t8DQnh-0ibOFtlL_caCMsfcRVdCbXk_FrRl0Sj1FGG5-gyYg-CcXyaacH98/s400/DSC_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628296306319564194" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/413a898b639449f9.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/413a898b639449f9.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My dad and Matt got to spend Father's Day on the beach in Savannah with little Miss Nella...Could it get more perfect than that? They so enjoyed playing with her in the sand and trying to soak in all her excitement for the water and sand! She loved every minute of it and had a blast!!! Don't you love her hat...Old Navy...We had to get a 5 T because of her little poof...lol</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6q1In7mefzy4AsjT1kR4Juw5csyiQbIfA5jB0zSc_F14AGlyk-nSMqd5W2YW-BFEUwHiQRTwePedFWlw89YB_cbMedfWv71xJX8N5XexmGqn8hZSdXW0IPfdD9IDcSWOP4eHigTFKhHb/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6q1In7mefzy4AsjT1kR4Juw5csyiQbIfA5jB0zSc_F14AGlyk-nSMqd5W2YW-BFEUwHiQRTwePedFWlw89YB_cbMedfWv71xJX8N5XexmGqn8hZSdXW0IPfdD9IDcSWOP4eHigTFKhHb/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628296506841763602" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/51449c4a6d5c66cc.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/51449c4a6d5c66cc.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">It was wonderful being in Savannah. This trip felt different than others Matt and I have had. It was more relaxing and watching her enjoy Savannah through her eyes was so exciting! She loved every minute of it. She learned a new word in Savannah..hot! It was 107 two days in a row!!! WOW! She also learned where her tongue is...lol! We spent a lot of time at the beach and pool! We walked around, took miss Nella to an aquarium, and ate a lot of pie and seafood... :)</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17yAhVjGbGLk0OzOrIr4a6CPbx8bqlKL5zRhn0rtyoouf98l1bfYhyphenhyphenHoxFQirLAgjucdDxux8zNeURxAcSDpTDZu0_2cTtNQ0M9y655nQc9m4oGVQfQkP7DYctcEUWmsZ-VtpfuH-Y4R4/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17yAhVjGbGLk0OzOrIr4a6CPbx8bqlKL5zRhn0rtyoouf98l1bfYhyphenhyphenHoxFQirLAgjucdDxux8zNeURxAcSDpTDZu0_2cTtNQ0M9y655nQc9m4oGVQfQkP7DYctcEUWmsZ-VtpfuH-Y4R4/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628296797843736722" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/65af248c2bae579f.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/65af248c2bae579f.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Oh how that girl loves the beach and so does her mommy! There is just something about being by the ocean that is so relaxing! When we were walking on the beach and watching our love hold hands with her mamaw and papaw I could feel God's love rush over me. I could feel him saying see I told you it was worth the heartache! I told you child to be patient! WOW was he right....being there with her at sunset will forever be engraved in my memory!!!!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqK9s3TfBvYIeckfIHlIuXXkCzTByue3NtEKtagKx-Ua6HqnV2GTiVLc9thyphenhyphen-p2hGxXx0BlMLPWci41mswpL7H0k50Cgwm_-j48PC9iBYQKyzPE9d_OpYfRTQCthyphenhyphen4ckZmee6_eC5s7im/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqK9s3TfBvYIeckfIHlIuXXkCzTByue3NtEKtagKx-Ua6HqnV2GTiVLc9thyphenhyphen-p2hGxXx0BlMLPWci41mswpL7H0k50Cgwm_-j48PC9iBYQKyzPE9d_OpYfRTQCthyphenhyphen4ckZmee6_eC5s7im/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628296987696502306" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/c40d556d18a9833.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/c40d556d18a9833.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We GOT a SUPER DUPER surprise!!! We got to meet the lovely Courtney and all her little loves!!!! For those of you who don't know...Courtney is one of our angels! She brought us to Nella! She is truly working to help so many families and truly an angel on Earth! She also has 6 children and has adopted 4 of them! See ANGEL right :) Her children were adorable and super duper sweet. Courtney is one fo the kindest, sweetest, and most adorable people I know and I was honored to meet her in person! Thank you hun for driving to Savannah to meet us!!!! As always, if you all can keep Miss Emmy, her youngest daughter, in your prayers as she is always needing them!!! We sure loved our time together and Nella adored them!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8HO6wRubXrlA0Q35R301R_sUo6TBkgf5dbFZzdR5rG2a5iY4p0-skJmUX0rhaJru6n7ZRitBVKa2L1KTXLdufsD6ByjwiRW33d2yKiEhxQmBKNpIKqrwpQ2RpfzzkkKUtHvzI0-c23F2/s1600/DSC_0214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8HO6wRubXrlA0Q35R301R_sUo6TBkgf5dbFZzdR5rG2a5iY4p0-skJmUX0rhaJru6n7ZRitBVKa2L1KTXLdufsD6ByjwiRW33d2yKiEhxQmBKNpIKqrwpQ2RpfzzkkKUtHvzI0-c23F2/s400/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628297395725392290" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/9a343d9397920331.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/9a343d9397920331.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After we got back at 3 AM on Saturday...and my sweet morning girl woke up at 7 lol...we decided to head up to Kendallville for some girl time with Grandpa and Grandma Spencer and a special get together at Grandma JoJo's house! It was such a blast just enjoying time with our family! Grandma had 71 people there if you count all our kiddos!!!! We had a nice picnic with bubbles, tag, and homemade ice cream! It was so wonderful seeing everyone!!!! Family is the best!!!</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4NgebpxXVoTx29oGctJHT_NzcNwEdrJXs8Td_HvhgnGuF08Qvo-LuAoXs4vcN_JKacjdDqHJ9E4dkWtpB_b-PVMyU41KQ7wovwifCqLLDp9UfLRd-GWFxImN9DQb9d8JMs1vl78jqRma6/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4NgebpxXVoTx29oGctJHT_NzcNwEdrJXs8Td_HvhgnGuF08Qvo-LuAoXs4vcN_JKacjdDqHJ9E4dkWtpB_b-PVMyU41KQ7wovwifCqLLDp9UfLRd-GWFxImN9DQb9d8JMs1vl78jqRma6/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628297391431562530" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/47f0131f8dd6ec94.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="http://localhost:57793/37a42aa2bd44cd80448b94f4f7542ad7/image/47f0131f8dd6ec94.jpg?size=400" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Here is my sweet, talented, loving, compassionate Grandma JoJo with all 11 of her great grandchildren!!!!! Pretty amazing!! God is so good!!! She loves them all SO dearly!!!!! </span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-79491068211751288482011-06-22T15:30:00.000-07:002011-06-22T15:33:39.162-07:00Nella's book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65TPM7nr7PySkTFyUx3UEbjWDxzQFyD2MayrRBEIhWF9RQMRPOBya5YLGg_q1iAaazyrHIu_mWZx1k6PM27RKEGbLFq0HBIK_hfhJXbDFQyoc6MjtJoW6xpFXzcOE0msjDQjIX9rHiZA-/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0287.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65TPM7nr7PySkTFyUx3UEbjWDxzQFyD2MayrRBEIhWF9RQMRPOBya5YLGg_q1iAaazyrHIu_mWZx1k6PM27RKEGbLFq0HBIK_hfhJXbDFQyoc6MjtJoW6xpFXzcOE0msjDQjIX9rHiZA-/s400/Clay-May-2011-0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621175691600673234" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Here is our link to Miss Nella's book! I hope you enjoy!!!! :)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">http://www.mixbook.com/photo-books/baby/nella-s-first-year-book-5256387</span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-72303781555334773782011-06-22T13:44:00.000-07:002011-06-22T18:34:17.064-07:00Nella is 1<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNCwf6ibSuI-htviv3x6DVATXB38gv-L6vAqWyd7xi_DZIlTj2tWRhU3mhe-RF8zGDryuJGfeKJMse9BpDtYVZHJSvV34FgBY3YyjBi45TWzOx4KgpGBbXnZ04ZdPWteE7_9TZBRAY-P6/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0176.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNCwf6ibSuI-htviv3x6DVATXB38gv-L6vAqWyd7xi_DZIlTj2tWRhU3mhe-RF8zGDryuJGfeKJMse9BpDtYVZHJSvV34FgBY3YyjBi45TWzOx4KgpGBbXnZ04ZdPWteE7_9TZBRAY-P6/s400/Clay-May-2011-0176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Our litle love is now a big 1 years old!!!! It is crazy for Matt and I to think that we have had a year with this precious gift already!!! It seems so fast! But even though it seems so fast...we still can remember the each little moment, milestone, and special event we shared with our girl. </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWhLD9jtz-OOf9BZ0hyphenhyphente-8rvAKBuPsjcKBlI_Ixhg88n4JVH8phPwqtozOh3NyWUu1Qa_hcSQDOUOUHiO_od4M4LLAzVw-lG87tkMHzhKm8YzLXCjMPOQfQlVApUsi8rx6IbFfMbMJjZ/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0177.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWhLD9jtz-OOf9BZ0hyphenhyphente-8rvAKBuPsjcKBlI_Ixhg88n4JVH8phPwqtozOh3NyWUu1Qa_hcSQDOUOUHiO_od4M4LLAzVw-lG87tkMHzhKm8YzLXCjMPOQfQlVApUsi8rx6IbFfMbMJjZ/s400/Clay-May-2011-0177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Our Nella is such a big girl! She has the sweetest little smile and love language that she is always sharing. She always has something to say! She has many words now: mama, dada, baba, bye bye, Nella, yeah, yep, no, dog, and then some animals sounds quack, quack and buff, buff (ruff, ruff). If she is not using those words, she is speaking in her special little jibberish that is seriously the cutest sounds I have ever heard. She will tell you all about it for sure!!!</span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn90k-BYJbmXpdl6HzzPRBNB28OsMpgI4fh4pKpv0OFEahxvpzaSfHhrO-zqpXjlz4VE4Yqr_6xbjUy7cED0ilysemOaUjVnMrHxOU9whdH-h3l4P7cVyOdSHL744vR5ba4XuZ4g8g0_1Z/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0202.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn90k-BYJbmXpdl6HzzPRBNB28OsMpgI4fh4pKpv0OFEahxvpzaSfHhrO-zqpXjlz4VE4Yqr_6xbjUy7cED0ilysemOaUjVnMrHxOU9whdH-h3l4P7cVyOdSHL744vR5ba4XuZ4g8g0_1Z/s400/Clay-May-2011-0202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Her party was a blast. Mommy and Daddy, well more Mommy, planned for months. We had a butterfly extravaganza at our home.We had butterfly antennas for the kiddos, butterfly crafts to color, butterflies and pompoms hanging from the ceiling. We had butterflies on tulle out on the patio.....butterfly cupcakes and cake for Nella. We made sure it was fit for our little love girl to celebrate this wonderful year with our girl!!!!<br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNcoxnBw7rI61qofVBgI5327YXQsAb8B4yx2NkcVuAnBsWaMm5e8XZmFbjoUv25AZRXqr0b0qPbMa6gzcMR0thG5XJkEkVvIdK_Y4d5WD8H-0_hLywqfs_KbpcY30_nhY5nMflsgfpP2s/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0214.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNcoxnBw7rI61qofVBgI5327YXQsAb8B4yx2NkcVuAnBsWaMm5e8XZmFbjoUv25AZRXqr0b0qPbMa6gzcMR0thG5XJkEkVvIdK_Y4d5WD8H-0_hLywqfs_KbpcY30_nhY5nMflsgfpP2s/s400/Clay-May-2011-0214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />She loved her cake...she so loved squishing it in her fingers. She loved all the people and enjoyed opening her gifts! She seemed to soak in her party and enjoy everyone being there!!!<br /></span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVlMTwC6KZUjcEVTKL25np796Wjgz1x1xTpkwZWalUBKlQ_PZttxdR3Q6gGnGQkHmUQXB-TBOPkFdu1Fj3DhAmqv-8r5XF7Q_kxDnn5OGDh0tFnW6h-NIafYHI_u-nIus4u5EGliKQv3a/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0251.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVlMTwC6KZUjcEVTKL25np796Wjgz1x1xTpkwZWalUBKlQ_PZttxdR3Q6gGnGQkHmUQXB-TBOPkFdu1Fj3DhAmqv-8r5XF7Q_kxDnn5OGDh0tFnW6h-NIafYHI_u-nIus4u5EGliKQv3a/s400/Clay-May-2011-0251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />A special birthday banner made for our love by her Aunt Leslie....pretty awesome!<br /></span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-1OTbsJRvvnaOEfP7vhejgeF9qe4UXoLqfTxykHpCjw6dkdwbDDmyYC9JzsdCnGK2zV07AuXD023gc4dBDHGHZVBQbOOzfRDnL11UJ-czykp-J9e4Jr_ELZLoszGN8HEJEEKwhqrWaWJ/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0264.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-1OTbsJRvvnaOEfP7vhejgeF9qe4UXoLqfTxykHpCjw6dkdwbDDmyYC9JzsdCnGK2zV07AuXD023gc4dBDHGHZVBQbOOzfRDnL11UJ-czykp-J9e4Jr_ELZLoszGN8HEJEEKwhqrWaWJ/s400/Clay-May-2011-0264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1npMsm2-NpGE3aeGe8f6YwquxdCjgmla9si64W459-ZEPLGYYTg0nLjVYsBE0QJWU1WmA4BftM3MxVNC7Wam6sPGiHwTFxWosHndcG6Kmd2nkRBnIJuIUsEkOOW8F6y5pUs2KWMoObdb4/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0268.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1npMsm2-NpGE3aeGe8f6YwquxdCjgmla9si64W459-ZEPLGYYTg0nLjVYsBE0QJWU1WmA4BftM3MxVNC7Wam6sPGiHwTFxWosHndcG6Kmd2nkRBnIJuIUsEkOOW8F6y5pUs2KWMoObdb4/s400/Clay-May-2011-0268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />One of my favorite decorations was her months banner. I printed all of her pictures from each month and put them on a clothesline. I was amazed at how much she had changed and grew over the months!!! I honestly have loved every month, every stage, every milestone.....that we had this past year! I loved the newborn snuggles and wide eyes as she would take in her world. I loved first baths, first smiles, first sleeping through the night, taking a nap for a long peroids of time, sleeping in crib. I love the sitting up stage, rolling overs, trying cereal for the first time, and watching her expressions as she tries every new food given to her. I loved watching her learn about her world and watching her explore everything around her! She is such a gift!!!!! Such a blessing!!!<br /></span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI55Fh_axeBIMFrCdJISjs3zDg3gmkA3e4VMTTb3DcmLjf5HFNskBLnPjYUhfFN9xY9plS5J_-NRa4u_blIJSmgHoDVrtTbL5ZsNsyVe5bxUru8wmatovqI2WBAd4cRm-0NigwAhlmlIIs/s1600/Clay-May-2011-0272.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI55Fh_axeBIMFrCdJISjs3zDg3gmkA3e4VMTTb3DcmLjf5HFNskBLnPjYUhfFN9xY9plS5J_-NRa4u_blIJSmgHoDVrtTbL5ZsNsyVe5bxUru8wmatovqI2WBAd4cRm-0NigwAhlmlIIs/s400/Clay-May-2011-0272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A little about Little Miss at 1 years old<br /></span></span><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she can crawl super fast</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she loves to eat and is such a good eater</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she switched herself to sippy cups by not wanting her bottles anymore</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she loves her whole milk</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she is taking one nap about 3 hours a day now</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she does patty cake and wheels on the bus</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">she is a good little listener but is a determined little love to do things</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She pulls up on everything and I secretly think she could walk, but it is kinda sweet she still wants to hold just one finger<br /></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She is answering questions when asked </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Her favorite word is bye bye...says it all the time</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She loves to kiss and will kiss everyone and everything</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She loves her kitty and doggie SO much</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She knows how big is Nella</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She loves to read and be read too! She is always looking at books or wanting you to read a book to her! When you get done, she will ewwuah, which I think means again!<br /></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She points now to tell us what she wants and it is really cool to communicate with her!<br /></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">She is one happy girl and her smile will melt your heart in an instant<br /></span></span></li></ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Our Nella is seriously our biggest wish come true! She continues to melt my heart daily and I am so proud and honored to be her momma!!!!<br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRxlHCH8Mfz6W-9EXn7TbuYgmpAjHWEBEWfGJlY-Gz0TZi-wheA1efajH6ekUwxdN4HZAlyvPUpvV6tB37xv-zs-BH2I5CdZ3_KjEXMV7qn7YQNn-cKxssoIPPse5hDTMBq7BAHnwBNol/s1600/Nella%2527s+birthday+and+Corey%252C+Leslie%252C+and+Clays+Visit.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRxlHCH8Mfz6W-9EXn7TbuYgmpAjHWEBEWfGJlY-Gz0TZi-wheA1efajH6ekUwxdN4HZAlyvPUpvV6tB37xv-zs-BH2I5CdZ3_KjEXMV7qn7YQNn-cKxssoIPPse5hDTMBq7BAHnwBNol/s400/Nella%2527s+birthday+and+Corey%252C+Leslie%252C+and+Clays+Visit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></span></span></a></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1131330586563782013.post-18577109798553974202011-04-03T08:57:00.000-07:002011-04-03T09:23:00.312-07:00Just thinking<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6hU-N5WMhD0E85l1xiZZx-03soGNalD8V7qB7bYRDExsSnokyqhBFap_azzmKExNqxYgR3oPU79t7ow2TaFEbW192MVfQtPG6Zw2g4IowP2Fh8GyDf7jjLgJZK0wjbQAhVtB4gW_YJVz/s1600/DSC_0220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Yesterday, Matt and I went out and cut out all dead out of our landscaping beds...and I love seeing the new little green plants underneath....it reminds me of new life, spring, and hope....When I was cutting away the dead this year....I remembered this time last year and what I was feeling and how my world has changed...because of God's faithfulness to us...here are my words from last year:<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 17px; font-family:Tahoma, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I went outside and cut away all the dead stuff in our flower beds. There is something so therapeutic about being outside and working on landscaping. It was so neat to see the little green plants that were under all that dead. It made me hopeful...that with spring brings new life. It makes me hopeful that maybe our baby is coming and that under all this pain, confusion, waiting...there is our baby ready to spring into our lives. I have felt God talking to me lately. Some days are hard and I am tired of not knowing when our child is arriving and tired of waiting. I just want our nursery to have our little one there. I just want an answer of when. One morning.. I was crying and praying to God for strength to help get me through this because I was feeling so weak. It was crazy, but that day one of my friends, Theresa, brought in a card and baby book. She said she had been thinking about me and the card said that she was proud of my strength and that it must be hard to not know when our baby is coming. I was amazed because God did that. He knew I needed to hear it. It meant so much to me! </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Tahoma, serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I was hurting so much last year at this time. Being in church was hard...because some days I was mad at God...mad at him for making me wait so long to be a mom...mad that our child hadn't come....and it was hard to see all the families hugging their babies...I wanted that...I wanted to have the clothespin from the nursery attached to my pants. I wanted to have a cute little one dressed up in their "church" clothes....I wanted to have a little one to dance with during our worship songs! I was hopeful too! I was hopeful God was holding me and leading us to adopt! I was hopeful God was working in our momma angel's heart! I was hopeful that God would send us the one..the one we had waited for! And he did! He rained down his love and then it all made sense...why the heartache..the pain..the wondering....it brought Matt and I together stronger than ever in our faith and it made me realize personally...that God is always holding me and always wanting to the best for us...even through pain! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;">Today in church we sang the song This is the One We Have Waited For...this song gets me teary eyed everytime...really for two reason....one that I was waiting on God's answer...God's plan to be revealed for our family...and because our precious Nella is the one the one I would sit on the nursery floor and pray for! The one that we were preparing for....it is crazy to think! Sometimes I look at her and I am amazed! Amazed she is here! She is ours! Still I feel God's love pour out of her and you know what...I don't think that will ever ever go away...or least I hope not. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;">So I am not really sure who reads my blog....I am not sure if anyone looks at this...but if you find yourself hurting today...find yourself...feeling lost, without hope, or hanging on by a thread for whatever reason..just know God is with you! He is holding you! He has a plan! He loves you and wants the best for you! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;">Our little love girl...is 10 months!!! Can you believe it? She is the sweetest, most loving, and funniest little love! She blows kisses constantly. She will lean back into me and give me the biggest wet kiss over and over. She giggles and smiles all the way to her toes. She loves to stand and walk with your hands. She makes this uh uh sound until you take her all around the house. She wants to go so bad....she is a talker! She talks constantly and with so much excitement...not sure where in the world she gets that from...Miss roo is a big eater girl too! She loves to eat and throughly enjoys her breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner! She loves anything and everything! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;">Here are some pics of our girl this month! We are just enjoying hanging out and enjoying all our moments with our girl! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6hU-N5WMhD0E85l1xiZZx-03soGNalD8V7qB7bYRDExsSnokyqhBFap_azzmKExNqxYgR3oPU79t7ow2TaFEbW192MVfQtPG6Zw2g4IowP2Fh8GyDf7jjLgJZK0wjbQAhVtB4gW_YJVz/s1600/DSC_0220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6hU-N5WMhD0E85l1xiZZx-03soGNalD8V7qB7bYRDExsSnokyqhBFap_azzmKExNqxYgR3oPU79t7ow2TaFEbW192MVfQtPG6Zw2g4IowP2Fh8GyDf7jjLgJZK0wjbQAhVtB4gW_YJVz/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391813305936114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozCMB3ci38RY-TbhMHzuDBgG_J15UGV0443eRBcmYOR-lM5Gj8ZGz4XdeS6-76ZeRg42T6X0TIhCdX-1P7tlmcT72C1VG77AlstjoAIe7OM5sAcQIULN69kT1UvRZTtRr-QiSvy-DtRWM/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozCMB3ci38RY-TbhMHzuDBgG_J15UGV0443eRBcmYOR-lM5Gj8ZGz4XdeS6-76ZeRg42T6X0TIhCdX-1P7tlmcT72C1VG77AlstjoAIe7OM5sAcQIULN69kT1UvRZTtRr-QiSvy-DtRWM/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391804617151858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84jtQioJxlqFH_sugeSPArlPSZDcJwdUNcrCq-17qVRDuyXdQgwOIyYM_Y4KFIxdwaTxBj4LgJsno6OT57gtG6J_kN-b5ONQV56i0DIcyzfiOK3XAHvliSVcSpgvzIJX0_-jC6XYDNJ53/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84jtQioJxlqFH_sugeSPArlPSZDcJwdUNcrCq-17qVRDuyXdQgwOIyYM_Y4KFIxdwaTxBj4LgJsno6OT57gtG6J_kN-b5ONQV56i0DIcyzfiOK3XAHvliSVcSpgvzIJX0_-jC6XYDNJ53/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391801060585554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJhS6uaFxjt384NtTXRG1Wd1uZjRBFtmrsNMBab2-IGnyvXSFDHV4Sxo1CVx2l-kuNDK6w3sSfd3D3ZlH7RqcLp1dQ-QH4WeMHB6FMZ73uO9Q3_DbFSaRf9G9wFtwOO5gPaYq9XHe_Eun/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJhS6uaFxjt384NtTXRG1Wd1uZjRBFtmrsNMBab2-IGnyvXSFDHV4Sxo1CVx2l-kuNDK6w3sSfd3D3ZlH7RqcLp1dQ-QH4WeMHB6FMZ73uO9Q3_DbFSaRf9G9wFtwOO5gPaYq9XHe_Eun/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391789774973538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div>Janellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16713142969686632478noreply@blogger.com0