tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67765702258752824972024-02-21T09:41:04.891-06:00Lavished with LoveHow great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-17830671550822881032012-09-28T12:43:00.003-05:002012-09-28T12:50:10.468-05:00the one about perspective<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wednesday I found a huge puddle of liquid on the ground underneath the front of the car. Fast forward 24 hours, and we paid $1300 (strike that-we put $1300 on a credit card) to fix our car.</span><br />
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I've been memorizing James this fall with a friend. After my immediate pity party over the money, I thought about reasons I can consider this trial joy.</span><br />
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-I am grateful we have a beautiful, fancy car to drive our family around in total comfort. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I am grateful to have a car that transports me to Bible study, ministry opportunities, and fellowship.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-The process of paying off the credit card will mean we have to be disciplined, hard working, self-denying, and steadfast. All of these things are very good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-This is another event to remind me that we need to be faithful with our resources.</span><br />
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Today I went to the drug store with little Lily. She's had bad diarrhea for a few days. Otherwise, she's super healthy, it's just that the diarrhea has caused awful diaper rash which is making her bottom bleed and she's sobbing whenever she goes poop or has her diaper changed. </span><br />
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I walked into the drug store and bought probiotics and extra strength diaper rash cream. I checked out and it was $50. My first thought was to despair. "How can we afford all this?" My thoughts were racing.</span><br />
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As I climbed into the car I remembered that <a href="http://www.unicefusa.org/news/releases/unicef-and-who-launch-report.html">diarrhea is the second leading cause of death among children</a>. In impoverished countries, mothers hold their beloved toddlers in their arms as they scream with the pain of diarrhea...and those mothers cannot go to the drug store to help ease their children's discomfort. Rather, they just simply hope the diarrhea doesn't end in death.</span><br />
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I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I allow the gluttony of my culture to affect my attitude more than the truth of the Word. I am sorry that I'm doing NOTHING to help the precious children who are dying from unsafe water and lack of sanitation today--<a href="http://www.unicef.org/wash/index_31600.html">all 4,500 of them.</a> </span><br />
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I'm so sorry.</span><br />
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But I'm also grateful. Grateful that the implanted Word in me is changing how I react and how I view things. Grateful that God has not given up on me, but that He is at work refining me. Grateful that His mercies are new each morning, and grateful that He gives me grace.</span><br />
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I'm so grateful.</span>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-22780500388132019832012-08-30T20:31:00.002-05:002012-08-30T20:31:19.404-05:00the one about a movie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">I just watched a movie on Netflix that I’d never heard of
before-The Rebound*. It stars Catherine Zeta Jones and Justin Bartha. I liked
him from National Treasure and I’m a closet romantic comedy fan, so I watched
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<span style="font-size: small;">Long story short, Aram and Sandy fall in love. Aram is 25
and Sandy is 40. She ends up leaving him after a pregnancy scare because of the
age difference. She encourages him to travel the world and live. He does just
that. There is a 5 minute montage of Aram in Paris, Bangladesh, Istanbul, on
safari in Africa, teaching cute orphan kids to write; in short, the dream of
every 20 something. And this life, the life of a wandering traveler is held to
be the prize of culture. Sandy discovers in the end, like Aram knew all along,
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<span style="font-size: small;">I am blessed that I did get to travel the world in my 20s.
I’ve sat on unspeakably beautiful beaches in Queensland, hung out with cute
orphan kids in Zambia, joined in on a village dance in remote Ethiopia, stood
at Poseidon’s Temple as the wind whipped through my hair,<span> </span>and ate falafel from a food cart on the
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<span style="font-size: small;">I’ve also loved deeply and started a family of my own. I
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fun and having a family is rich beyond measure, relying on either to fill you
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traveling is done, when family is miserably hard, when life raises questions
for which you can find no answers, Jesus is the only truth that sustains and the
only joy that is everlasting.</span></div>
Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-43753086460327745412012-08-22T15:31:00.000-05:002012-08-30T20:31:38.790-05:00the one about LilyI just sent an update to my family and some close friends on Lily's health. I figure those of you who read this care about me and my sweet girl, so I'll put the update here for you as well. I'm grateful for Lily, for this journey we've been on, and for all the rich lessons God has taught me as we've walked it.<br />
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Here's Lily eating-yay! She'll be 16 months Sept 2.</div>
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I thought I'd send an update on Lily since it has been a while. During
May and June Lily met four times with an Occupational Therapist from the
<a href="http://www.thebellcenter.org/" target="_blank">Bell Center</a>.
The OT helped incredibly with Lily's refusal to eat solid foods. She
also saw some problems with Lily's ankles and recommended special shoes.
Within two weeks of getting her shoes Lily went from not standing at
all to cruising around the furniture! As far as her eating is concerned,
she is making real improvements. <br />
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We saw Lily's GI specialist today. I went in fully expecting this to
be our last appointment. Although there are no longer any signs of
reflux, the GI specialist said she isn't going to release Lily as her
patient until she is at a healthier weight, walking, and eating more.
She is doing this for my benefit, because whenever we meet with her we
also see a Nutritionist. They advised me to start Lily on Pediasure to
help her gain weight. They also referred her to a Physical Therapist at
Children's to start meeting to help teach her to walk. <br />
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Overall, Lily has made big improvements since May but still has some
more obstacles ahead. However, all it takes is a 3 hour doctor's
appointment at Children's Hospital to humble me and remind me that our
problems are so small compared to many other families!!!<br />
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Here are a few bullet point concerns for Lily for you to keep in your prayers:<br />
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Lily needs desperately to start drinking from a cup. This would help
her drink pediasure and whole milk and make her eating times more
independent.<br />
2. Lily needs to start eating more foods-<i>especially nutrient rich foods</i>. Other than strawberries and bananas, she currently will not eat any fruits or vegetables. <br />
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Lily needs to sleep through the night!!!! (I'm not sure how much of an
effect this has on her health, but it has a huge effect on mine!!!)<br />
4. Pray for her ankles and hips as she starts to walk, and for the strength to reach this next milestone. <br />
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Finally, pray for wisdom for Adam and I as we meet with different
doctors and therapists, pray for patience for us-getting through a meal
time with Lily can be very frustrating, and pray that God would continue
to provide for Lily's care financially (as He always does).<br />
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Thank you so much family and friends! I am grateful that you care for our baby girl!Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-55705692285064992042012-08-22T14:10:00.001-05:002012-08-30T20:32:25.309-05:00the one when I ingnored my children<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I intentionally ignored my children as they played outside at the water table so I could do this. I may have a problem...<br />
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It's things that Chloe Belle says. so precious...Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-45405774858048531622012-08-21T21:27:00.000-05:002012-08-30T20:32:43.671-05:00the one with subway art<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have always loved subway art and wanted to make some of my own, but I've never taken the time out to be so frivolous. But I did tonight and I had soo much fun! Here it is-verses from my James memory project!<br />
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Here's the <a href="http://thegingerpennypincher.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/diy-subway-art/">awesome post</a> that told me all about how to do it! yay!Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-36286312603147723282012-08-19T23:12:00.000-05:002012-08-30T20:32:55.904-05:00the one with the same<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-32510931664578698522012-08-06T09:26:00.002-05:002012-08-30T20:33:10.031-05:00the one about batmanI understand that my blog is pretty cheery kitchen-kids-Jesus fare, but I really need to complain, and if you can't complain on your own blog, well, then, there's no hope for us.<br />
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I saw The Dark Knight Rises yesterday. I am HUGE Batman fan, and have been since I was a small child.<br />
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I HATED IT. Three hours of my life that I will never get back. In addition, Christopher Nolan ruined a little of the Batman lore for me.<br />
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I spent some time reading reviews of the movie for the first time this morning, and was glad to find many people who agree with me. Read this:<br />
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<i>Without dipping my toes too far into spoiler territory, there's a difference between closure and closing, and by choosing to make </i><i>The Dark Knight Rises not just </i><i>his last Batman, but </i><i>the
last Batman, Nolan essentially tells the story that should never be
told, and does so in a way that leaves the status quo so cracked that
the only way to put Humpty Dumpty back together is to reboot the thing
yet again. Which is a shame.</i><br />
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<i><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/zaki-hasan/review-the-dark-knight-rises_b_1691112.html">from Zaki Hasan's review. </a></i><br />
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Lily met with an AMAZING occupational therapist for 6 weeks. Praise the Lord, she is finally enjoying eating, she's learned how to swallow solid foods, and she's gained a little weight! BEST part of summer so far!!!</div>
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Chloe Belle has spent tons of time playing with friends, and generally being awesome. No surprise there.</div>
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Lily isn't so much interested in spending time with friends as she is being cuddled and treated like a baby at all times.</div>
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I started keeping Brooke Allen three afternoons a week. Chloe Belle is facinated by her. Lily mostly tries to crawl over her.</div>
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Every week we have a fun new color on our fingers and toes.</div>
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Lily has spent some time exercising all stylish and 80s style.</div>
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I've loved being a stay at home mommy and playing with these two all day long.</div>
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We started having tea parties. Monkey is a big fan.</div>
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Check out that little pinky in the air. She's a rockstar.</div>
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Fourth of July with favorite people. Love these kiddos.</div>
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And of course, Chloe Belle has gotten some quality time with her #1 favorite: "my Noah" as she calls him.</div>
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We've been to a dozen weddings this summer. I love Mrs. Coats!</div>
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Having fun at Chris + Brooke's wedding! So pumped for Kate + Bradley!</div>
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Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-21342126025558443242012-06-27T16:08:00.001-05:002012-06-27T16:11:35.456-05:00the one where I say hello<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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It has been 5 1/2 weeks since I left my job and started the journey of being a stay at home mom. I can't believe its been that long. Didn't know my life has changed so radically? <a href="http://umin.wordpress.com/2012/04/23/we-love-the-keel-family/">Here's a short blog post</a> about my decision to leave. </div>
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Anywho, I've really enjoyed my time at home. It certainly has had it challenges; some of which I was expecting and some I didn't see coming. </div>
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I'll try and catch you up a bit and I'll try to post more. Oh well, we know how that goes.</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-79565090721071897412012-05-10T21:58:00.002-05:002012-08-30T20:33:21.784-05:00the one with the prom date<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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AK always loves to chaperone the prom. He didn't actually take this little cutie as his date, but she got all dressed up to take the traditional prom pose pic. She's pretty amazing, huh?</div>
Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-29052597474515545952012-04-16T21:33:00.003-05:002012-04-16T22:06:10.090-05:00the one with picturesMy life is fuller than its ever been. I have lots to say. I have no time to say it. So, here are a few facebook albums that I put together tonight. I haven't even been taking the time to do fb albums, but somebody made a comment this weekend about how we aren't doing for the second child what we did for the first and it made me mad so I spent an hour making albums. Ridiculous, right?<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGojuiDK4QPsNXxJDkBRZW6fHPkLmOAOKC35ZssehvxchieaxHMDsLAmT8h6EvbD05VWULCNBS0mVA8xKiH4ygikhTdA5Ga4_f_Ig1HMnOH1s7WZnKGCO9ZHGxO1pZf1Nd_AwipDytn4o/s1600/IMG_6682.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGojuiDK4QPsNXxJDkBRZW6fHPkLmOAOKC35ZssehvxchieaxHMDsLAmT8h6EvbD05VWULCNBS0mVA8xKiH4ygikhTdA5Ga4_f_Ig1HMnOH1s7WZnKGCO9ZHGxO1pZf1Nd_AwipDytn4o/s320/IMG_6682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732196061741404962" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150802919426318.462309.775061317&type=1&l=62b3b67dcb">general springtime cuteness</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyofmx8p6p8BrGJGA9IhUTIWgZVVf_O-im1tmwdmCa_-FVp6qufSa9slk7Cl-YkCpFCrHw9mM5Jpt0rTbdnxMTt1_kHM02oDVmsmCpm7X5UlYlxYr6bEqpfgpns8X3foPaPpTt8ePScg/s1600/IMG_7086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyofmx8p6p8BrGJGA9IhUTIWgZVVf_O-im1tmwdmCa_-FVp6qufSa9slk7Cl-YkCpFCrHw9mM5Jpt0rTbdnxMTt1_kHM02oDVmsmCpm7X5UlYlxYr6bEqpfgpns8X3foPaPpTt8ePScg/s320/IMG_7086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732196052989667874" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150802743211318.462286.775061317&type=3&l=d1a0a7b67d">thomas the train day of fun</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA95RBqlPwE_1nS8Xo18891OUNGaGicsV4tzpk8WV7WnHaL-Csoau_13_HdjqosvI6GkPWdhX-GkekExE_TfYDCufdqvuIMXvRKEE5-OMnfgBGANgj8NJLqem19lHddVnVIgV9ZKibuCM/s1600/IMG_6294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA95RBqlPwE_1nS8Xo18891OUNGaGicsV4tzpk8WV7WnHaL-Csoau_13_HdjqosvI6GkPWdhX-GkekExE_TfYDCufdqvuIMXvRKEE5-OMnfgBGANgj8NJLqem19lHddVnVIgV9ZKibuCM/s320/IMG_6294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732196047662435586" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150750709776318.454671.775061317&type=3&l=45ef7a1d03">spring break</a><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIgQKbwZp-0J89adoUOxnTxmr_7uB5Cjy41dZ8omSmT5ON6TPpqeEHCB12H5kB9ICtDj4ROHQVkXxEpuMckT2V0gTSFwmjn9Nh7ZVbESWZqcPXoIstLUNynrb9k_6C6PCm7xI7j23Qzs/s1600/IMG_6487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIgQKbwZp-0J89adoUOxnTxmr_7uB5Cjy41dZ8omSmT5ON6TPpqeEHCB12H5kB9ICtDj4ROHQVkXxEpuMckT2V0gTSFwmjn9Nh7ZVbESWZqcPXoIstLUNynrb9k_6C6PCm7xI7j23Qzs/s320/IMG_6487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732196067936624434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150803005111318.462326.775061317&type=1&l=da22d51776">my brother got married!</a><br /></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-76122362985357356582012-03-05T10:50:00.004-06:002012-03-05T10:58:41.607-06:00the one where I explain myselfHi there. I don't know who will read this, as I haven't posted in 3 or 4 months. Maybe Bethany?<br /><br />Anywho. I'm not blogging anymore, as I'm sure you can tell. I really don't want to give this up permanently, but it's looking more and more as if that's my reality. Here are my explanations:<br /><br />1. These little ones rule my existence.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwzQJ3-2fZSbKeep2qUqWCeib-newESP0hHJLtGOUMAe0tKN3eFgs93bAXnDRwCy_weiRcV8dXGnpWiIL_y5s5hqkEGZbNU1VNnDTLCWRhGBX0gz5swZA-2ucVtEeLENWMUNgMmv17_0/s1600/IMG_5966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwzQJ3-2fZSbKeep2qUqWCeib-newESP0hHJLtGOUMAe0tKN3eFgs93bAXnDRwCy_weiRcV8dXGnpWiIL_y5s5hqkEGZbNU1VNnDTLCWRhGBX0gz5swZA-2ucVtEeLENWMUNgMmv17_0/s320/IMG_5966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716456989991366354" border="0" /></a><br />2. Sometime in November my computer died. I had a 7 year old Dell laptop to use, but let's be real, it wasn't quick or easy. We just got a new computer and I've inherited the 5 year old MacBookPro that is struggling but still pretty rockstar. This may or may not have an affect on my blogging.<br /><br />3. Adam started graduate school in January. Now, I'm not here to complain or tell you that our life is busier than yours, but one teaching job+full time graduate school+super busy college ministry+two crazy kiddos+laundry+dishes=no blogging.<br /><br />I'd love to blog more. Lots of awesome things happen in my life that I want to tell you so you'll laugh and lots of hard things happen in my life that I want to tell you so we can share honest life.<br /><br />We'll, there's me. Maybe I'll be back soon, maybe not. Hope you are well and loving Jesus.<br /><br />Here's my latest <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150670124091318.443073.775061317&type=1&l=c362f77c45">Facebook album</a>, it should help a little with updating you on the girls.Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-36671307047003091502011-11-28T09:15:00.002-06:002011-11-28T09:18:00.834-06:00the one with thanksgiving"Being thankful is not telling God you appreciate the fact that your life is not in shambles. If that is the basis of your gratitude, you are on slippery ground. Every day of your life you face the possibility that a blessing in your life may be taken away. But blessings are only signs of God's love. The real blessing, of course, is the love itself. Whenever we get too attached to the sign, we lose our grasp on the God who gave it to us. Churches are filled with widows who can explain this to you. We are not ultimately grateful that we are still holding our blessings. We are grateful that we are held by God even when the blessings are slipping through our fingers."<br /><br />-Rev.Dr. Craig Barnes<br />I took the quote from this <a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/women/2011/11/stop_turning_thanksgiving_into_1.html">blog post</a>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-35219691460862885332011-11-13T16:08:00.004-06:002011-11-13T16:17:57.665-06:00the one for Lily<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5lSahiBwsRmQM_Mf1tICBsu2AsqVuqpUe0ChyWNoIScMJmebDxTfbV85-yy4EQwxpyRPK-p2sxcMII2SstCsAA2Q3Nd9vcLczvUZI-WxFEKcxRTJfp6h1hB_KvqxgJqFPwiCuVbnmWg/s1600/IMG_3620.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5lSahiBwsRmQM_Mf1tICBsu2AsqVuqpUe0ChyWNoIScMJmebDxTfbV85-yy4EQwxpyRPK-p2sxcMII2SstCsAA2Q3Nd9vcLczvUZI-WxFEKcxRTJfp6h1hB_KvqxgJqFPwiCuVbnmWg/s320/IMG_3620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674607414711832226" /></a><br />Sweet girl, this month you are 6 months old. I am so grateful to have held your life in my hands for half of a year. You have been a blessing to me. I am particularly blessed by your smiles and the lessons of patience, grace, and humility your life has taught me.<div><br /></div><div>You have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. You love to be held and cuddled. I think you have your mommy's temperament, because you are happiest when all of the attention in the room is focused on you. You love to be looked right in the eye. You sleep so well in your crib, although you have yet to master the art of sleeping through the night. At home you are generally a happy and content baby. Your favorite things are to be held and cuddled, to eat, and to lay on the floor rolling around and playing with your toys. Away from home you are not so happy, although you are getting better. You love to pull hair. Your grip is pretty strong; sometimes you pull your sissy's hair and she does not like that at all. You are finally getting old enough to interact and play with your sissy, and this has been a very good thing. She is falling in love with you again after a brief little period of jealousy.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are beautiful. Everyone says so. You have a beautiful smile, have I mentioned that yet?</div><div><br /></div><div>We are so grateful for your life. You have taught us many lessons in patience, grace, humility, and dependence on the Lord. Because of your life, Mommy and Daddy are more in love with each other than ever before. We're so glad you are in our family, sweet girl. We love you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-83230587248447737002011-11-07T06:34:00.002-06:002011-11-07T06:59:51.108-06:00the one with a little more Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe3eMEogMqUhV18CEHocakntMnuQKVeSApMbuSMBSfYJbllVzN01m4uw7DwhAX483ZJ-3HEJOO2q759Prqb8SY154Ub_EgQLc453FbMmbbbcEQSgPSNfw3yBScQntUKdDQDqpGVXeMxo/s1600/IMG_3662.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe3eMEogMqUhV18CEHocakntMnuQKVeSApMbuSMBSfYJbllVzN01m4uw7DwhAX483ZJ-3HEJOO2q759Prqb8SY154Ub_EgQLc453FbMmbbbcEQSgPSNfw3yBScQntUKdDQDqpGVXeMxo/s320/IMG_3662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672232921059189490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">the little pumpkin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgrRWfbIjXrqaePg9iM02W3UvVjhDv5DZYNwyKFGl06wYjoyjKWk6t6fO1j51AiXFOQf2_TABJdeOr3hX0TfbvdBos9Pdh-X_T6tWtK4tv8nU1P1BM1ssT4qxcpYhkfDhoWwDTYM3eWA/s1600/IMG_3676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgrRWfbIjXrqaePg9iM02W3UvVjhDv5DZYNwyKFGl06wYjoyjKWk6t6fO1j51AiXFOQf2_TABJdeOr3hX0TfbvdBos9Pdh-X_T6tWtK4tv8nU1P1BM1ssT4qxcpYhkfDhoWwDTYM3eWA/s320/IMG_3676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672232901482230290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">happy sisters</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipclLPBURBJbg7zx-3ekEM2Q_R86HP9LFcpoMYmHhgV-5LBlxixMuPTlbSFd7AKlQ85Zl9y75C_gbRl30xSyGAEC0kD__LlW2CCkVUlAhS7ETLlF-mcPaXqEFwwtrXLUl6kmnjGTaZZw4/s1600/DSC06144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipclLPBURBJbg7zx-3ekEM2Q_R86HP9LFcpoMYmHhgV-5LBlxixMuPTlbSFd7AKlQ85Zl9y75C_gbRl30xSyGAEC0kD__LlW2CCkVUlAhS7ETLlF-mcPaXqEFwwtrXLUl6kmnjGTaZZw4/s320/DSC06144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672232897994075442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">buzz, pumpkin, spidey, ariel, and a little ladybug</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiyJCeOfp9KBQcSWPiIyn_tIRYSEfsEfH56Q098L4YFERn1bdQh5BVzy4LWb8Y2LjEvnbVI9VAI8vI1GZ0OeqsFn-bpXqlfOmpRQguNwReRn0mrTTRZct7Koh3v7ZnYnFhWQG0Zqe_K0/s1600/DSC06148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTiyJCeOfp9KBQcSWPiIyn_tIRYSEfsEfH56Q098L4YFERn1bdQh5BVzy4LWb8Y2LjEvnbVI9VAI8vI1GZ0OeqsFn-bpXqlfOmpRQguNwReRn0mrTTRZct7Koh3v7ZnYnFhWQG0Zqe_K0/s320/DSC06148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672232888048226690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">the trick or treaters</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJDKFIg0CTl1h-IJIOtsB8xqYuE7gQfd8GKVmSYwNbljHzvNzObZxC9-YhBq4pjTmH5d4e7zqTmpN6hCJoaBSF8kq6nJCietkwJzD5txi9i-DZ7Ei8jYhQvqFP3qhJwLfD9T4DX3sj-w/s1600/DSC06150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJDKFIg0CTl1h-IJIOtsB8xqYuE7gQfd8GKVmSYwNbljHzvNzObZxC9-YhBq4pjTmH5d4e7zqTmpN6hCJoaBSF8kq6nJCietkwJzD5txi9i-DZ7Ei8jYhQvqFP3qhJwLfD9T4DX3sj-w/s320/DSC06150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672232882780128946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">happy halloween!</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-12201372992752472902011-10-31T13:40:00.002-05:002011-10-31T13:59:39.042-05:00the one where I scream, THIS IS HALLOWEEN<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-GJ-UvdSZLtgSCU8rkI4xtgIdoP4I42UiArv4Zg6GbJTeHV1s9Glv4n6fiEPB9KX6q-kJvruwLntF9OulKS9Q6daE8I2p9LCD5L7g2ltn1_bvguGNe82qVAG1ptQcDGOFMUn8xo1pTE/s320/IMG_3587.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729818597084098" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhklMXuPgO0sr9B7bpDbWfxrO1rSCcd86ACX-AFIqlEHDyObFivx5ANx8jmVYco3ml6JmDqrHrffM7yJDr9GL_5E7AMfjvEJ2_wAsH0Yy6_RZzpxZYHsINdXYQl9qEDB7hNK6e0MjIfODU/s320/IMG_3567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729804796243410" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRbtoM7iOCNOUoTbgsK9suyEBxntfewB-GFL-FHdr4BZrvpek4ZP6hRWmOciqjMVvc8LI-FYTME7HqUkunR8lDxMFZ-RefHjlKjEaUdYJI61dyJIipINH83azj7Kkfqru5OYPSDmnGso/s1600/IMG_3568.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRbtoM7iOCNOUoTbgsK9suyEBxntfewB-GFL-FHdr4BZrvpek4ZP6hRWmOciqjMVvc8LI-FYTME7HqUkunR8lDxMFZ-RefHjlKjEaUdYJI61dyJIipINH83azj7Kkfqru5OYPSDmnGso/s320/IMG_3568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729807958319554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbvYjdGVbF9Nwft3Hr4koiL9paIWmW_7gbxQk3HJMi7zRMZiey5pF-SdWQV6yANuVz66VHfQUgajlB6mLT4cqap7-9bmfkQlC3AVzXyH8P9Ez-0AzDgiC96rfK1TJIrqnSL0nYZtulVw/s1600/IMG_3510.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbvYjdGVbF9Nwft3Hr4koiL9paIWmW_7gbxQk3HJMi7zRMZiey5pF-SdWQV6yANuVz66VHfQUgajlB6mLT4cqap7-9bmfkQlC3AVzXyH8P9Ez-0AzDgiC96rfK1TJIrqnSL0nYZtulVw/s320/IMG_3510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729790694194850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ETBm3JBcQPc0voFX_QtDzDorhRmEKf3hyphenhyphenAu0hn-1wtzm6_Sd_NJ8ie3-s4SkDdC7VeW0PXzEgSvzqrcJT2v7fr4WgrljA_2HaxS4UuSX2MCxliOfDzhfhTGZMkltng7BAaOgdesWxZY/s1600/IMG_3507.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ETBm3JBcQPc0voFX_QtDzDorhRmEKf3hyphenhyphenAu0hn-1wtzm6_Sd_NJ8ie3-s4SkDdC7VeW0PXzEgSvzqrcJT2v7fr4WgrljA_2HaxS4UuSX2MCxliOfDzhfhTGZMkltng7BAaOgdesWxZY/s320/IMG_3507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669729786045546770" /></a><br /></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-58958357590411221092011-10-29T20:02:00.004-05:002011-10-29T20:15:27.524-05:00the one where I had fun<div><div>So I wanted to post each day with my attempts at fun. Well, at least my intentions were good.<div><br /></div><div><i><b>Monday night:</b></i> coffee with my sweet friend <a href="http://kristigriem.com/">Kristi </a>after the kids went to bed. We talked babies, blogs, and Jesus. And I had a peppermint mocha. sweet.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Tuesday night:</b></i> I did laundry. oh well.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Wednesday night:</i></b> Worship + Study. A night with college students, worship, and the Word is always good times.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Thursday night:</b></i> UMin Pumpkin Carving contest. Always one of my favorite nights of the year.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfoFCVluC5QnW-WWvCbLhcgObjFtEyhERbCvEX1imi1plWqWEF8LQmx3NdmxecTX_FZMuX9145hDkVJDekLDMD-mUNaexZmnK6AACfRoTjXNZVO0BBZmDVOszZ6ZjY4_UD63O6zTOFJg/s1600/IMG_3460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfoFCVluC5QnW-WWvCbLhcgObjFtEyhERbCvEX1imi1plWqWEF8LQmx3NdmxecTX_FZMuX9145hDkVJDekLDMD-mUNaexZmnK6AACfRoTjXNZVO0BBZmDVOszZ6ZjY4_UD63O6zTOFJg/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669086307725164210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">the winning pumpkin</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sVYOBISiAE9Y1LE7lBqrE_ArWhCA87vKOP7bq-btZele5OfwnTXKs0K8_jBY_Mjl6U_2szGs3D3QpaF7Bon6NFp5tcimOvQE28GgqMpzzNt7fg2bsWAlP8RRpRNYhBa1W-gkl-yR75Y/s1600/IMG_3423.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sVYOBISiAE9Y1LE7lBqrE_ArWhCA87vKOP7bq-btZele5OfwnTXKs0K8_jBY_Mjl6U_2szGs3D3QpaF7Bon6NFp5tcimOvQE28GgqMpzzNt7fg2bsWAlP8RRpRNYhBa1W-gkl-yR75Y/s320/IMG_3423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669086283251560386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">two of my favorite girls. sweet Emily is a master pumpkin carver.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNU-icRGwbu_pZmEcf5f__MqxA4QGZeEJBKNvsFX86xTR9ZV4CKigeRrKPTVAbI5Zog8nsI6Nxf1T_78y8TI1X-lLlMqpOQn33MAcysmzwCNJsB23BpHnZl4gkmJ-yM4Lzh_5G-HsTwAA/s1600/IMG_3422.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNU-icRGwbu_pZmEcf5f__MqxA4QGZeEJBKNvsFX86xTR9ZV4CKigeRrKPTVAbI5Zog8nsI6Nxf1T_78y8TI1X-lLlMqpOQn33MAcysmzwCNJsB23BpHnZl4gkmJ-yM4Lzh_5G-HsTwAA/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669086279644782066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">I love this one. I think Kara is seriously doubting my pumpkin.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Friday night:</b></i> celebration dinner for my husband: steak, macncheese, edamame, and ooey gooey cake: all his favorites. Yay for getting into grad school!</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Saturday:</b></i> AK took CB to ToysRUs and bought her presents, perfect birthday party for sweet Abby Cossiboom, and took sweet pumpkin pictures of the girls. (pics to come)</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsPnRWdcuZOP_GbtBt30BFtqcWofzpcsWHrhLV87ySqWVUGyAPvmpxG0-7cSY4EXop7yFYpewoWvXh3Y6R8-ooxxCNPsMnPf0n_Pl2uuPheWX_JbT3OOfga3OWb4eFYoICdHxLUGjlido/s1600/IMG_3477.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsPnRWdcuZOP_GbtBt30BFtqcWofzpcsWHrhLV87ySqWVUGyAPvmpxG0-7cSY4EXop7yFYpewoWvXh3Y6R8-ooxxCNPsMnPf0n_Pl2uuPheWX_JbT3OOfga3OWb4eFYoICdHxLUGjlido/s320/IMG_3477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669087392020526018" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>super fun week! </b></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-35474166991030168792011-10-25T03:20:00.001-05:002011-10-25T03:22:40.367-05:00the one with Sunday night's fun<div style="text-align: center;">I haven't done anything crafty in months. So, Sunday evening CB and I packed up and went to the store so I could make some Halloween fun. Who cares if Halloween's just a week away?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We bought a bunch of monster decorations a few years ago at Target. I made a monster banner to match. This first picture shows the little monsters I patterned the banner from:</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicy3Inj2Wvpxqb7A9WmPiqFUpxV4bmntdyIYseyav5APSEk4JrjioKHQ8mNNHZBG_woXr7SYreWHxpPwUn5A6WKVEJVuGWB6DxSweY8PYPQSD9L-OQBSkn4h28iXvuCALVoYM4jozdRKU/s1600/IMG_3375.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicy3Inj2Wvpxqb7A9WmPiqFUpxV4bmntdyIYseyav5APSEk4JrjioKHQ8mNNHZBG_woXr7SYreWHxpPwUn5A6WKVEJVuGWB6DxSweY8PYPQSD9L-OQBSkn4h28iXvuCALVoYM4jozdRKU/s200/IMG_3375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667068795890521682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I had to make it large to hang from the doorway and out of my own little monster's reach.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCqp4N2GYTaHK0CvJ_FSTkhU9_81yIIlWkGK9sUO-_3LvfGMq82tS6T6KPU4a6qv0EqFngDRfFeNHfZT5J3jRsxHryizZsPAealflI0x9kQABJ0JJAqDKO0a-k4Q0Icp1RJawykusYjw/s1600/IMG_3353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCqp4N2GYTaHK0CvJ_FSTkhU9_81yIIlWkGK9sUO-_3LvfGMq82tS6T6KPU4a6qv0EqFngDRfFeNHfZT5J3jRsxHryizZsPAealflI0x9kQABJ0JJAqDKO0a-k4Q0Icp1RJawykusYjw/s200/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667068789662098002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here are two close up shots so hopefully you can see it more clearly:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhN1tmb368YosOAehlF4swprJDSIc8UdpboNmWa6mqgwe91xwVtSVRrIt0qinvR8vUZa-wrlD6y0o_AhOupI5hLy3Cl1SKlPThMKa4ogHAhcPHqSUHaXtu2OR6UNGgXIWoTqS717oXYU/s1600/IMG_3354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhN1tmb368YosOAehlF4swprJDSIc8UdpboNmWa6mqgwe91xwVtSVRrIt0qinvR8vUZa-wrlD6y0o_AhOupI5hLy3Cl1SKlPThMKa4ogHAhcPHqSUHaXtu2OR6UNGgXIWoTqS717oXYU/s200/IMG_3354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667068784197175282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mrvPRSj5rwzZlr72X0VfBjGncZaeFBG9spjDbDZh1sVtdIY7BYpZr9Ps_E8mOJ_IxR7rc7mWpAq12wCz8yz_Gm1cHUiANpx2rZQKhT4H38-IoWQeESzIKsNvZmSuEcQdq8POcH68F-A/s1600/IMG_3357.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mrvPRSj5rwzZlr72X0VfBjGncZaeFBG9spjDbDZh1sVtdIY7BYpZr9Ps_E8mOJ_IxR7rc7mWpAq12wCz8yz_Gm1cHUiANpx2rZQKhT4H38-IoWQeESzIKsNvZmSuEcQdq8POcH68F-A/s200/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667068777370703378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">boo! Happy Halloween!</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-29687775716061859402011-10-25T03:14:00.002-05:002011-10-25T03:30:16.089-05:00the one with the week of fun<div>Sometimes I feel like we live life 100 miles an hour. The past two weekends have been great because we actually slowed down. Last weekend Adam and I went on a date, we went to the Pumpkin Patch, and we had a picnic at Aldridge Gardens. It was so refreshing. This weekend we spend Friday night with friends and babies, we went and got yogurt as a family and played on McAdory's football field.* These two weekends have done some serious good to my weary soul.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OzcpJBLYowQYyIBiZhBZoXAJ_3XBFw64sQP6mxNIMi9JKKbKCjQ6CfShYu4Yd0ixSxJ3YJn6it0dNcSeeE0gbb7urFO5FoZvse9ScZ-H146WQcZFzfCFdtuqDh229lOTR2PSyeT23uE/s1600/IMG_2991.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OzcpJBLYowQYyIBiZhBZoXAJ_3XBFw64sQP6mxNIMi9JKKbKCjQ6CfShYu4Yd0ixSxJ3YJn6it0dNcSeeE0gbb7urFO5FoZvse9ScZ-H146WQcZFzfCFdtuqDh229lOTR2PSyeT23uE/s320/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667343685862046034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzp-l4RoZlQLl0gsxMPLzG0NGTdKiCmrOeLBMisxQtDhTCTmQFusvk2tN5fFGi3sTYdWUtA-ec_7-P6-U1EljFRiAyhC8jjD7-pmMcNEIrO7IW0czOJS6H6Kp4_jePE3aCsH8AnNmExA/s1600/IMG_3221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzp-l4RoZlQLl0gsxMPLzG0NGTdKiCmrOeLBMisxQtDhTCTmQFusvk2tN5fFGi3sTYdWUtA-ec_7-P6-U1EljFRiAyhC8jjD7-pmMcNEIrO7IW0czOJS6H6Kp4_jePE3aCsH8AnNmExA/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667343682759493266" /></a><div><br /></div><div>I've decided I'm going to continue having fun this week. Laundry is going to go undone. We'll have sandwiches for dinner. I won't clean anything. I'm just going to have fun-in the middle of the week!</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned: I'll post each week night of fun! Join me this week-ignore some responsibility and have some fun!!</div><div><br /></div><div>*If you're not on facebook, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150331156941318.387790.775061317&type=1&l=b9e9249e6c">here's a link</a> to my fall album that has pictures of our past two fun weekends plus more! </div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-75444627257284870992011-10-24T08:42:00.002-05:002011-10-24T09:17:11.250-05:00the ones about Lily #5Last week was Lily's last week at dayschool. It had been a really rough experience for her. I think little Lily just has a hard time away from Mommy and Daddy. My theory is that she was in so much pain the first few months of her life that despite her pleasant temperament, she's developed into a "difficult" baby. She doesn't really sleep anywhere but her crib, she has a hard time taking a bottle, and once she starts that crazy screaming it's hard to get her to calm down. At school she didn't sleep, didn't eat well, and yelled her head off.<div><br /></div><div>So she's done with school. We're praying and trusting the Lord to provide for our family. Please pray with us. I'll keep you updated.</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-60447220049025656632011-10-23T22:28:00.002-05:002011-10-24T10:18:37.360-05:00the one where they're the same<div>People always tell me that Lily and Chloe Belle look just alike. Normally I don't agree. </div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend Lily had rice cereal for the first time. yay! When we uploaded the pictures we went and found the pics from the first time CB had rice cereal. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lily's in orange, Chloe Belle's in green.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LhCLPmYbN1eYo5AdPsZrIKel6kixHo_PP75DFXiSkxB1qIuJiA17g7B6vmvVmaAVgfgnXBlyyX6R3LCagIpFNYxb2p1St1h0VclEg3FCgOiNbv5t7N50ub8Y5bnCJz_3gJ5xbTiW7bE/s1600/IMG_3347.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4LhCLPmYbN1eYo5AdPsZrIKel6kixHo_PP75DFXiSkxB1qIuJiA17g7B6vmvVmaAVgfgnXBlyyX6R3LCagIpFNYxb2p1St1h0VclEg3FCgOiNbv5t7N50ub8Y5bnCJz_3gJ5xbTiW7bE/s320/IMG_3347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667074376078382434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmi7D3xYs8rSSWksbQTpZ2OuJmlVNDMKo8SjguihkTuuPwaOfeImStx_EQ2kAPowlvnVru9OAd7Z2zd3x0FVQdWVtufUPwoSiWHDCwUOhLXTP_RE4g5stelBdsQPoWrRxluKvkjOy4F5k/s1600/DSC03422.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmi7D3xYs8rSSWksbQTpZ2OuJmlVNDMKo8SjguihkTuuPwaOfeImStx_EQ2kAPowlvnVru9OAd7Z2zd3x0FVQdWVtufUPwoSiWHDCwUOhLXTP_RE4g5stelBdsQPoWrRxluKvkjOy4F5k/s320/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667074364918262050" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc44oPako1rhj00bG6vzw2DD61hMFzQKCLh8ccVhRbBaofRrcTgkrP-JYw5cS2itzk1S94DbDskjp5-bwarivJNuA24Pmt3D5s-5Fdb-gwpOErT1Zlo3IB8CVb7BLHHP3wPIUhzP3I4T8/s1600/IMG_3294.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc44oPako1rhj00bG6vzw2DD61hMFzQKCLh8ccVhRbBaofRrcTgkrP-JYw5cS2itzk1S94DbDskjp5-bwarivJNuA24Pmt3D5s-5Fdb-gwpOErT1Zlo3IB8CVb7BLHHP3wPIUhzP3I4T8/s320/IMG_3294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667074361008430834" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8IdzsSK7rwt6hrXoPT-T2BUT41-u1s57cnVN7N87XuNguCBFIqHqD1Z9rh7FPqqax6uiSias0mBOWRuRkA9SifMP6PJDV89tav1heJZ7xcF1WavHRwr9iVjAAAgKeNvOZHFYMAWh_QI/s1600/DSC03421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8IdzsSK7rwt6hrXoPT-T2BUT41-u1s57cnVN7N87XuNguCBFIqHqD1Z9rh7FPqqax6uiSias0mBOWRuRkA9SifMP6PJDV89tav1heJZ7xcF1WavHRwr9iVjAAAgKeNvOZHFYMAWh_QI/s320/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667074359648823858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What do you think? Just alike, or totally different?</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-28936704784842869692011-10-13T20:36:00.000-05:002011-10-13T20:36:19.251-05:00the ones about Lily #4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN12Fv2dvAdF2uesHe_Q44oAAOyAymS2HwVc7GqhRDc4HiNN38LuxcVr1ABg10hjzAPJCHvs02YTa4tXMW4yysAnouHvNpv1B0y-cpVkxPSRZwU9mqwxFWubPHIB6jxeooZtU8ky_Dmr4/s1600/DSC05670.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN12Fv2dvAdF2uesHe_Q44oAAOyAymS2HwVc7GqhRDc4HiNN38LuxcVr1ABg10hjzAPJCHvs02YTa4tXMW4yysAnouHvNpv1B0y-cpVkxPSRZwU9mqwxFWubPHIB6jxeooZtU8ky_Dmr4/s320/DSC05670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661596063057520866" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so glad that Lily has joined our family. When we were a family of three, it was hard to imagine loving anything like I loved Chloe Belle. We knew we wanted more kids, it was just that I couldn't imagine having enough room in my heart for all that love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(she's so little she looks like a baby doll!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdzNPybg3bNyLNcmyPxzJZG8Ugi0ff9i9JSRv5GL7IkNf02Aa72G7OjFUUBJkPtDzObF0HOFKCMPduBSvMKGrC7mz1l1V2ovC7wPQjXB4h4hsTh6DdtOj2I_RfM1iFgf_N_AVeBsUiZc/s1600/IMG_2059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdzNPybg3bNyLNcmyPxzJZG8Ugi0ff9i9JSRv5GL7IkNf02Aa72G7OjFUUBJkPtDzObF0HOFKCMPduBSvMKGrC7mz1l1V2ovC7wPQjXB4h4hsTh6DdtOj2I_RfM1iFgf_N_AVeBsUiZc/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661596068428415346" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">But now that she's here, I just can't imagine life without Lily. I'm the kind of person who has favorites. I have a favorite everything. A favorite movie, book, way to sleep, smell, cookie, pizza toppings, whatever. You name it, I have a favorite (it's the sanguine in me). I was joking with my sister the other day and telling her that when I'm alone with Lily I whisper in her ear and tell her how she's my favorite, and I couldn't possibly love anything more than her, and that she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Of course, I turn around and whisper the same thing to Chloe Belle! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kJiPAWYkI23PYrQXCPJK5S6fCrNS5gNt_l_XWuK0WogOsQhB3WIMLjWkmgUxN-c4x33jaCQXVYqfiDbMOYXk02aPyO1JLykPW-rktWXGsos_Wz-lnRzZgbROCrY5F7WfGo6tR7mex-U/s1600/IMG_2353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_kJiPAWYkI23PYrQXCPJK5S6fCrNS5gNt_l_XWuK0WogOsQhB3WIMLjWkmgUxN-c4x33jaCQXVYqfiDbMOYXk02aPyO1JLykPW-rktWXGsos_Wz-lnRzZgbROCrY5F7WfGo6tR7mex-U/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661596073577511762" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite part (bahahaha-I wasn't even trying to be ironic with that one!) of having Lily in the family is watching Chloe Belle be an awesome big sister. She loves her sissy so very much. First thing in the morning she goes to the swing to say hello to sissy. She brushes her hair, attempts to get her to drink from her sippy cup, she wipes her mouth with the burp cloth, and in very special moments she even gives Mr. Bear to sissy. I love watching them together. My heart bursts at the thought of the years that stretch out ahead of them where they'll get to live life together.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZl7LjrgUZIkRf6fbt4WXfn5TWS6S1sze4bKMOGYpk9qgkstpLhQQIuGewLupJhOb6B-A27eXudZK50Qmz5AbLQ08cb-B-cvafApGeuyErTr1WdvAX_V7wPV3QCCat_IwOqLYBrsbIv4s/s1600/DSC05954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZl7LjrgUZIkRf6fbt4WXfn5TWS6S1sze4bKMOGYpk9qgkstpLhQQIuGewLupJhOb6B-A27eXudZK50Qmz5AbLQ08cb-B-cvafApGeuyErTr1WdvAX_V7wPV3QCCat_IwOqLYBrsbIv4s/s320/DSC05954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661596071165797474" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So glad Lily is here and a part of our family. We weren't complete without her.</div><br /><br /></div></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-67567018552646847572011-10-10T12:23:00.008-05:002011-10-11T04:33:43.972-05:00the ones about Lily #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKRDcA30N8kPxD2NDEoQ3CZc2dkQtJpgW9w3WpBzbc0SdUUrBd5xtvt5RDqLa-94mpcu6cYx42hZYtxnvkbtVDtrCBO6pfeAKHawgVtx8YlOo1Rrb1BpTDl1mNN1AltmTr0uaL7GPfDw/s1600/IMG_2786.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKRDcA30N8kPxD2NDEoQ3CZc2dkQtJpgW9w3WpBzbc0SdUUrBd5xtvt5RDqLa-94mpcu6cYx42hZYtxnvkbtVDtrCBO6pfeAKHawgVtx8YlOo1Rrb1BpTDl1mNN1AltmTr0uaL7GPfDw/s400/IMG_2786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915845326558322" border="0" /></a><br />This past Sunday, October 9, was Lily's baby dedication at our church. Last Thursday our Preschool Ministry hosted a dinner for the parents of the babies. We had dinner and the guest speakers were one of my favorite couples at our church: Mark and Lynn Garnett. Other than making us laugh, Mark gave one piece of advice that I just loved. Speaking to the fathers, he said: "There are three questions you can ask your grown child to see if you created the right home environment. Did you feel loved? Do you feel like I love and treat your mother the way that I should? Is this the kind of home you want to provide for your children?"<div><br /></div><div>I loved these three questions. It immediately made me think about my amazing husband. He is an incredible father. My girls are so lucky to have him leading them and loving them. I know that they will leave our home knowing and feeling that they were loved and with a beautiful example of how a husband is to love a wife. </div><div><br /></div><div>So grateful to dedicate Lily to the Lord. She is all His, and I pray that I will be a faithful steward of her little life until it is time for her to follow Him on her own. I know He will use her to bring Himself great glory.</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-15382553828579567872011-10-09T14:35:00.006-05:002011-10-10T12:22:18.413-05:00the ones about Lily #2<div style="text-align: left;">Even before we got to her 2 week appointment, we knew Lily had reflux. I had several friends whose babies struggled with reflux, so I knew what to look for. At two weeks old Lily was put on medication. Things didn't get much better-I think little Lily screamed for the first 8 weeks of her life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmGyK9PO0915H-jKUCDcyuO9iFoibSMdO_XprznUCk3FLI0J6ciKyuoHkQObCRu0yYxn7uDqi1TTACmxPJ4ElgAGLAWtRTd4JyDWRpjdGZ7kLNJmyrvn7t4XWErhHT7B46RHw_oazMLY/s1600/IMG_1475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmGyK9PO0915H-jKUCDcyuO9iFoibSMdO_XprznUCk3FLI0J6ciKyuoHkQObCRu0yYxn7uDqi1TTACmxPJ4ElgAGLAWtRTd4JyDWRpjdGZ7kLNJmyrvn7t4XWErhHT7B46RHw_oazMLY/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661579431689097698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>When Lily was 10 weeks old we took her to Children's ER because she had what looked like seizures. The ER doctors saw it, but didn't know what was wrong. She was admitted to the Special Care Unit for 48 hrs. No diagnosis was made. Thanks to a <a href="http://youtu.be/JU2XK0-8Ap0">YouTube video</a>,* we self-diagnosed her with <a href="http://www.thefussybabysite.com/causes/rare-causes-of-fussiness/sandifers-syndrome/">Sandifer's Syndrome</a>. Two weeks later (two very hard weeks where she was having "seizures" multiple times a day) we saw a Pediatric GI specialist and Lily was put on some new medication. She started in improve! Eventually we saw a Pediatric Neurologist for an EEG to see if Lily was having infantile seizures. He diagnosed her with Sandifer's Syndrome (YouTube knew all along). Her EEG was great-normal baby brain!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Lily's reflux is very atypical. She rarely spits up, rather her spit up comes to her throat where she chokes on it (we did have this confirmed with a barium swallow xray). Because the reflux just sits in her esophagus all day long, she is in severe pain, which is why she started having the Sandifer's episodes. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYt17vN9t2coYivewvq01Xi2P0SQnULCVZ7wRWjhyphenhyphenSW_pmUX12WyiYrGJ5l6NqHZoFnJq7VgrhI4RUdnYN95Aw78GA4YNHCXAYhkSPj8rAetjmDlSqAZsUxJI3RvFbkdcrlkjp-yPvdI/s320/IMG_2542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661582175464374690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></div><div>Today Lily still struggles with her reflux, general fussiness due to discomfort, and sleeping through the night. She also had a rough first 8 weeks on her medicine; one side effect of her medicine is diarrhea-we even had a totally unnecessary and unproductive trip to the ER because of bloody diapers! However, she has greatly improved and we are thankful. We still go through rough times - this past week she projectile vomited out of her mouth and nose 5-6 times a day and has had several more Sandifer's episodes. But on the whole little Lily is doing well. Her sweet sanguine personality is now shining through her pain. Instead of crying 24 hours a day, she smiles most of the time. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*If you watch this video, it may seem like it's not such a big deal. The seizures were HORRIBLE for little Lily. She would scream afterwards in intense pain and distress.</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776570225875282497.post-9933324488624981052011-10-09T14:24:00.003-05:002011-10-09T14:35:32.043-05:00the ones about Lily #1<div>I haven't done a great job of keeping up with this blog. It's something I want to do, but I simply just don't have the time. I realize I haven't told you much about Lily, much at all. I've mentioned that things are hard and things are stressful, but I haven't told you why. So, I'm going to donate a series of blog posts to little Lily.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3v7g-mV1WcbnC6afZzebmibbLlP2F6FHai3rGwmYs3E-UIL81MHBfTc2DMU1NmGa0ran5ozRxnLwLR4a4OwJq2R6Sk6Sh8Fo7OXq-1GeMkoDgUgzNExehbSLzcaXp3ug1xYMoiBSBxE/s1600/IMG_2731.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3v7g-mV1WcbnC6afZzebmibbLlP2F6FHai3rGwmYs3E-UIL81MHBfTc2DMU1NmGa0ran5ozRxnLwLR4a4OwJq2R6Sk6Sh8Fo7OXq-1GeMkoDgUgzNExehbSLzcaXp3ug1xYMoiBSBxE/s320/IMG_2731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661577656781950162" /></a>Lily is 5 months old. She is little bitty and beautiful. Lily's actually even smaller than Chloe Belle was, she's hanging in around the 5th percentile for height and weight. I think she has the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. She is definitely more like me in her temperament-she's an extrovert just like her mommy. She loves all the attention she can get and she flourishes in the presence of others. She likes to play on her play mat and swing, but is simply the happiest when being held and played with.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHIyyKwNXw3elb9v9vr_lT9khMFFcC9OcXnVf3Q2uU6xXbjJ4A1agF3ENIkYlaMUF02mpy8lwVq-ehDG76Xtm-h0u281yj3F8mNkbPdzC_NqY7qTSsWrm2mfZZlKq8MvjXHA08axfIdQ/s1600/IMG_2714.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHIyyKwNXw3elb9v9vr_lT9khMFFcC9OcXnVf3Q2uU6xXbjJ4A1agF3ENIkYlaMUF02mpy8lwVq-ehDG76Xtm-h0u281yj3F8mNkbPdzC_NqY7qTSsWrm2mfZZlKq8MvjXHA08axfIdQ/s320/IMG_2714.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661577648663190482" /></a>Lily has slept through the night a few times, but it's certainly not a habit for her. She takes naps pretty well and is active during her awake time. Lily's a great nurser, which makes mommy happy. On the other hand, she still hasn't gotten comfortable with a bottle-it's hard on her every time. She likes to sing songs to herself, chew on her toes, and she roots 24 hours a day, which always makes us laugh.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsQjH_3aYWw13qMEPn0d79ti7SNuBTldd6Mr9rltmyU7Qhi9IbGthLd5Lj1M-i9BGjAMNHS_80_vWliMglLHG2h4_NpCwXvmDTR_etRCiKv4hCGnc7041cPzTBfm7uJSikSP5vpR3jy8/s1600/IMG_2577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsQjH_3aYWw13qMEPn0d79ti7SNuBTldd6Mr9rltmyU7Qhi9IbGthLd5Lj1M-i9BGjAMNHS_80_vWliMglLHG2h4_NpCwXvmDTR_etRCiKv4hCGnc7041cPzTBfm7uJSikSP5vpR3jy8/s320/IMG_2577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661577651100037426" /></a>She's lovely little Lily, and we love her tons!</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552081339364853470noreply@blogger.com1