tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032210961011020922024-03-13T21:13:15.177-07:00- The Weils est. 04.19.08 -Our moments that we share with you.Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-49415326214295365732011-07-20T06:25:00.000-07:002011-07-20T06:27:27.382-07:00We've Moved!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N82DH_p0LIs/TibXuXUN5qI/AAAAAAAAAas/c7sC39m29js/s1600/we-ve-moved.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N82DH_p0LIs/TibXuXUN5qI/AAAAAAAAAas/c7sC39m29js/s320/we-ve-moved.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631425575606150818" /></a><br />Thanks to the Blogarista aka Sarah Durham we have moved to a Wordpress blog. Come visit us over there. I will no longer be posting on this site. <div><br /></div><div>New site: <a href="http://www.thetexasweils.com/">www.thetexasweils.com</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>See you over there! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-59253085854017849392011-07-14T16:32:00.000-07:002011-07-14T16:40:19.570-07:00July 4th - Outdoor Fun<div>For July 4th, we kept it really low key. Grilled hamburgers, made cupcakes, etc. and let Jonah play outside. Here is some of the cute shots from that day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pNfXeIe5Ig/Th9-Dpps3VI/AAAAAAAAAak/CGiyglidu3g/s1600/DSC_0511.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pNfXeIe5Ig/Th9-Dpps3VI/AAAAAAAAAak/CGiyglidu3g/s320/DSC_0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629356660421877074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Playing with the water hose</i></b></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xBZ-Rux8xA/Th9-DEwnhdI/AAAAAAAAAac/_sJqDp15VRE/s1600/DSC_0502.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xBZ-Rux8xA/Th9-DEwnhdI/AAAAAAAAAac/_sJqDp15VRE/s320/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629356650518775250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Hi mom! </i></b></div></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_N-C3UYwwOE/Th9-C_mF2_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/0Q2oi7Eq2hU/s1600/DSC_0501.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_N-C3UYwwOE/Th9-C_mF2_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/0Q2oi7Eq2hU/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629356649132448754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-31453514172200320012011-06-19T06:17:00.000-07:002011-06-19T06:38:23.180-07:00Happiest Father's Day....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GF6-sXKJxI/Tf36_ppZfuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/G8QdckQJCVw/s1600/DSC_0505.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GF6-sXKJxI/Tf36_ppZfuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/G8QdckQJCVw/s320/DSC_0505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619923881446440674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Andrew's 1st Father's day 2010</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br />Happy Father's Day to my husband, baby daddy, best friend, king of the house, biggest cheerleader, shoulder to cry on, ok....so you get the point. Andrew wears many hats in our house. :) <div><br /></div><div>I didn't grow up with a father. My father signed over his parental rights to me when I was 3 and the next time I saw him I was 25. So needless to say, he wasn't involved in my life.....at all. I lucked out and had a wonderful Grandfather who filled that role for me whether he knew it or not. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hit the lottery when I married Andrew. He's such a hard worker, wonderful husband and amazing father. Now, let's paint an accurate picture, he's not perfect....but let's face it, I don't want perfect. I want a husband and father to my child(ren) to be hopelessly devoted because the rest will naturally fall into place. </div><div><br /></div><div>Andrew has no problem taking over 'dad duties' when I have had a bad day. In fact, he insists on it. If he comes home and I am completely frazzled, regardless of the day he's had, he steps in and tells me to go to a quiet corner or take a bath. He offers to change diapers, wipe noses, change clothes and give baths. He is not afraid to take Jonah by himself, a lot of times he just takes him to do father/son things like run around the tool section of Sears, go to Auto Zone or the guitar store. No wonder Jonah is obsessed with cars and guitars. He's definitely his daddies boy! </div><div><br /></div><div>Andrew, thank you! Thank you for being the best father to Jonah and a great husband to me. You really deserve more than one day of recognition. Jonah and I love you VERY much! </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Father's Day. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Sx-nHqMkvY/Tf37XEansuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uJUz8ijJvNg/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619924283769205474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Thanks for being such a great dad!</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-74535898871724487142011-06-15T08:53:00.000-07:002011-06-15T09:23:58.026-07:00Jonah - 15 months<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO7-hCxJK6Q/Tfjb_eu1kFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FNpyqW_w3wk/s1600/15%2Bmonths.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: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dO7-hCxJK6Q/Tfjb_eu1kFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FNpyqW_w3wk/s320/15%2Bmonths.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618482418772447314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah at the splash park</i></b></div><div><br />I am just a teensy bit behind on updating on Jonah's recent well visit. He hit his 15 month mark last week and here is his update. :) <div><br /></div><div>Weight: 22 lbs. (12th %tile)</div><div>Length: 33" (95th %tile)</div><div>Head: 19.25 (90th %tile) </div><div><br /></div><div>As far as his developments he's right on track. He's also recently opened his vocabulary SO much. I am shocked all the stuff that comes out of his mouth. It has made me really aware that I have to watch what I say around him, because he has started to repeat what I say. Eek! </div><div><br /></div><div>He also has started stringing two words together, he says things like "sih dow" = sit down, "seeee ya" = see ya and "dada car" = Daddy's car. It's really sweet to hear him talk. </div><div><br /></div><div>Other than being a chatterbox, he's flying around the house even more than usual. He has two speeds - sleeping and running. He definitely keeps me on my toes and I love it. He still loves music so much. When he's sad or cranky all you have to do is sing to him and he gets so quiet. </div><div><br /></div><div>He's still a lover of books, but his recent obessesion is cars, well....anything with wheels actually. It's SO cute! He also LOVES Andrew's guitar and loves when Daddy plays music for him. He truly is his Father's son. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>As for the rest of the family, I am super busy lately. Not only am I the Newsletter Editor for my MOMS Club, I also serve on the board as the Secretary. I have recently started volunteering with the 2 year old at church during the second service, I am also still involved with the Flavour Ministry at church, I am wrapping up the Breaking Free Beth Moore Bible study and I am looking to get involved with an organization that works to abolish human slavery and sex trafficking. It's something God has placed on my heart and I am burning with a fire to help give a voice to the voiceless. Stay tuned for more about that. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Andrew is still rebuilding his Firebird. It's much closer now and I think all he have left is the engine swap. Then again, it could be more than that, who knows. :) He just loves to turn wrenches. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am thankful for such a wonderful life, awesome husband and healthy child. Looking forward to adding to our family. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-21193833791433343462011-06-02T10:12:00.001-07:002011-06-02T10:27:00.066-07:00It's a bird. It's a plane. NO! It's strep.I have known that little children are petri dishes of viral and bacterial filth. They LOVE to touch EVERYTHING and then put those slimy little fingers in their mouth making them a variable breeding ground of all sorts of germy awesomeness.<div><br /></div><div>Fortunately, Jonah has been a healthy kid. Once we started putting him in our church nursery and exposing him to more children at different events it wasn't long for him to start getting sick. So far he had 1 case of croup and 2 ear infections. Neither of which slowed him down a single bit. The only reason I knew something was wrong was the seal-like barking cough, or the mild elevation in his temperature. He slept, ate and played fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>This last weekend, something came over him and it wasn't fun. He was lethargic, cranky, wouldn't eat/drink and had a temperature as high as 103.1. After 3 visits to the doctor (1 Acute Kids & 2 Pediatrician), 1 wrongly diagnosed sinus infection with subsequent antibiotic that he had an allergic reaction to, a poorly read dosing chart for Motrin causing a few accidental overdoses and 1 call to poison control, we found the source of his problem. Strep! Of course, it's not common in kids Jonah's age, so it wasn't even a consideration and his symptoms didn't point to strep. In fact, his throat wasn't even that red the doctor noted. Thankfully though we found the answer and got him on some antibiotics and after one dose, he was back to normal - flying around the house and destroying anything he could. You know, being a typical boy!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1r4fy2zTzLw/TefHXsAkUmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KDc7Uh4u9oA/s1600/jonah%2Bsick.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: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1r4fy2zTzLw/TefHXsAkUmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KDc7Uh4u9oA/s320/jonah%2Bsick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613674670305071714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>This is him laying on the couch watching Sesame Street. He NEVER does this!</i></b></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-74770140329987470282011-05-23T04:39:00.000-07:002011-05-23T04:49:29.579-07:00A letter to Kari....Dear Kari,<div><br /></div><div>Today was a day that I wasn't looking forward to for quite some time. Not just because I had to get up at 4:00am, or because I had to drive an hour to the airport, I was upset because I had to send you back home.</div><div><br /></div><div>You came into our life a short 2.5 years ago. I remember the day we brought you home from the airport. As soon as I opened that kennel door when we got home you were my best friend. You were so sweet and loving. We would play fetch with you for hours, you were able to receive love anytime we were willing to give it and you had a special place in your heart for treats. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>When we added Jonah to the family we were nervous that you would feel left out and set aside. You were so gentle with him and loved him like he was your own. You never skipped a beat. You never seemed to mind when he would poke you, lay on you, practice drum solo's on your belly or chase you around the house. You were always patient with him when we were trying to teach him 'pat her gently'. He could have stuck sticks in your eyes and you would have loved him the same. You are a sweet and special dog. You will be sadly missed in the Weil house. I know Jonah will miss you VERY much! He will be wondering where his "dah" is. :(</div><div><br /></div><div>The only comfort I have right now is that you are going back home and will soon be reunited with your brother and friends that you left on the farm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kari we love you. We miss you! And we hope that you retire in peace as you deserve.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Your temporary Texas owners</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bn-zU2m-7w/TdpJqashFaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/iaCJmBaXgU0/s1600/DSC_0983.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bn-zU2m-7w/TdpJqashFaI/AAAAAAAAAZM/iaCJmBaXgU0/s320/DSC_0983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609877278912746914" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEqDKD0CezY/TdpJqCF-VVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KC9qR6Ngy9M/s1600/DSC_0882.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cEqDKD0CezY/TdpJqCF-VVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KC9qR6Ngy9M/s320/DSC_0882.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609877272308634962" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igqpY2wtCCg/TdpJp53GBkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8SHRS7VhEmM/s1600/DSC_0169.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: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igqpY2wtCCg/TdpJp53GBkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8SHRS7VhEmM/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609877270098740802" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-87671354617350132762011-05-02T08:58:00.000-07:002011-05-02T09:04:04.526-07:00Jonah's Easter 2011<div style="text-align: left;">This Easter Andrew wanted to go up to Franklin and visit his family so we packed up the car and headed east. The drive out wasn't too bad since we broke it up into two parts. The trip home however left MUCH to be desired. But while we were there we had a fabulous time. We colored eggs, hunted eggs, sat outside on the patio while Andrew played his guitar. It was a great time.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some of the pictures from the weekend.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CKSqiKcIL8/Tb7VHql_tJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KB9Uw-tUue4/s1600/jonah%2Band%2Bcrazy%2Beaster%2Bbunny.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CKSqiKcIL8/Tb7VHql_tJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KB9Uw-tUue4/s320/jonah%2Band%2Bcrazy%2Beaster%2Bbunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602149314164929682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah and the crazy looking Easter Bunny</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IT1DGApA4I/Tb7VGiOTmdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zq49VQdmgUs/s1600/jonah%2Beaster%2B1.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: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9IT1DGApA4I/Tb7VGiOTmdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zq49VQdmgUs/s320/jonah%2Beaster%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602149294738217426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Discussing the hunting strategy </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_pdPw87OxQ/Tb7VGHnpO3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PFAvtWY9wS8/s320/jonah%2Beaster%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602149287596735346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Ready to go</b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7WTTHTOrUg/Tb7VGABkz6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Qn9MoMB0R2g/s1600/jonah%2Beaster%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7WTTHTOrUg/Tb7VGABkz6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Qn9MoMB0R2g/s320/jonah%2Beaster%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602149285558013858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Hunting eggs and getting a little distracted</i></b></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQdQBbLZCpI/Tb7VFzOpycI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UVDNRz9zLQY/s1600/jonah%2Bpatty%2Bcake.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQdQBbLZCpI/Tb7VFzOpycI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UVDNRz9zLQY/s320/jonah%2Bpatty%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602149282123205058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The morning after playing patty cake with bunny and Papa</b></i></div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2ZEGWq1kk0/Tb7Vs9bHarI/AAAAAAAAAYs/B-FdxpRI1v4/s320/andrew%2Bguitar%2Beaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602149954874731186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><i>Daddy playing guitar</i></b></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-74694210315620284482011-04-19T12:28:00.001-07:002011-04-19T12:36:57.862-07:00Happy Anniversary to us!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MMWh5N4yj0/Ta3j7n0sCzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hfdl4iOFqMg/s1600/wedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MMWh5N4yj0/Ta3j7n0sCzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hfdl4iOFqMg/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597380525333154610" /></a><br />I think my husband probably thought I had lost my mind when I questioned him that this was our 3 year anniversary. "No way!" I said. Surely it hadn't been that long. I guess that is a good sign, that it's felt shorter than it's actually been. Not so much like a jail sentence then. ;) Time truly does fly when you are having fun....and raising little ones. <div><br /></div><div>I really did marry my best friend on my wedding day - 04.19.08. God picked out the perfect man for me and it's been a wild ride ever since. Our newest journey of parenting provides daily adventures and reasons to live, laugh and love. Being a great mom makes me a better wife! I take my job very seriously, but never so serious that I can't laugh at myself. Which I do almost daily. I hope that doesn't mean I am crazy? Oh, who am I kiddin'! I am nuts. He loves me that way. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope to have many, many, many more anniversaries and memories with you Andrew. You are an awesome father, amazing husband and die hard car fanatic. While I may not always appreciate your late night wrenchin' sessions, I will always support them. At least it keeps you outta my hair for a few hours, right?! ;) </div><div><br /></div><div>I love you babe! Here's to the next 100. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Love, </div><div>B</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-15109455072050323042011-04-18T08:38:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:44:18.926-07:00Family Bluebonnet Pictures<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkO-U8zYiN4/TaxbhKbxe6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/enjj0Qw_xSg/s1600/DSC_0422.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkO-U8zYiN4/TaxbhKbxe6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/enjj0Qw_xSg/s320/DSC_0422.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596949062209338274" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24XVwhCdR9Y/Taxbg3-94iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9dZzD8zNDps/s1600/DSC_0416.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24XVwhCdR9Y/Taxbg3-94iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9dZzD8zNDps/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596949057256677922" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqq2FvtvMZg/TaxbWjV74JI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GmLiurj2Sbs/s1600/DSC_0394.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqq2FvtvMZg/TaxbWjV74JI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GmLiurj2Sbs/s320/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596948879917179026" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T3pv7VGqGc/TaxbWd67jHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Si-JHRg2T6g/s1600/DSC_0390.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: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0T3pv7VGqGc/TaxbWd67jHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Si-JHRg2T6g/s320/DSC_0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596948878461734002" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ofPfkTnYSg/TaxbWH0xqUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hHXQ0sx7PTI/s1600/DSC_0374.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ofPfkTnYSg/TaxbWH0xqUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hHXQ0sx7PTI/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596948872530340162" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRaZlV29RxM/TaxbV4W89cI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MjvkjevpbJM/s1600/DSC_0346.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRaZlV29RxM/TaxbV4W89cI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MjvkjevpbJM/s320/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596948868378719682" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DJF7Chn3H4/TaxbVis_yjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2jjtiGEDL8I/s1600/DSC_0332.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: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DJF7Chn3H4/TaxbVis_yjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2jjtiGEDL8I/s320/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596948862565599794" /></a>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-41874446620072084592011-03-29T07:48:00.000-07:002011-03-29T07:55:13.642-07:00Jonah and the Bluebonnets Rd. 1<div>While I was gone to my weekly bible study, Andrew decided to sneak Jonah out to the patch of Bluebonnets out by our house and snap some photos. While I was a little sad that I didn't go, that was all quickly tossed away once I saw the photos. Here are some of the better ones.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fd36KhU2Ew/TZHyRLTAQII/AAAAAAAAAV0/auBTdkfdLUo/s1600/DSC_0253.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fd36KhU2Ew/TZHyRLTAQII/AAAAAAAAAV0/auBTdkfdLUo/s320/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514989447692418" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7r9GrYn5Qc/TZHyQ3PZrvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BltD7-RYGUg/s1600/DSC_0234.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7r9GrYn5Qc/TZHyQ3PZrvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BltD7-RYGUg/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514984063872754" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs_V699DVNg/TZHyQq4W-sI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Mq1gUZePIf8/s1600/DSC_0245.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: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs_V699DVNg/TZHyQq4W-sI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Mq1gUZePIf8/s320/DSC_0245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514980746001090" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Ask6SHljk/TZHx1a0S_PI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_300X38h8vg/s1600/DSC_0242.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Ask6SHljk/TZHx1a0S_PI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_300X38h8vg/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514512577527026" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2b_ZV6clcM8/TZHx1Nw0WrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g9UE3YbYNX0/s1600/DSC_0230.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2b_ZV6clcM8/TZHx1Nw0WrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g9UE3YbYNX0/s320/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514509073275570" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpn_PTJhPXU/TZHx08An5cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/l0MNyWxcd3Y/s1600/DSC_0213.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: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpn_PTJhPXU/TZHx08An5cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/l0MNyWxcd3Y/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514504307729858" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5gN6bktqj4/TZHx0ml7WSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zGw7gI0q5Ik/s1600/DSC_0195.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5gN6bktqj4/TZHx0ml7WSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zGw7gI0q5Ik/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589514498558613794" /></a><br />We have our family photo's scheduled. I will post those when we get them done! :) <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-52772358026172367912011-03-28T06:49:00.000-07:002011-03-28T06:55:57.578-07:00Jonah's Baby Blessing -- 03.27.11<div>This past Sunday, March, 27th 2011 we dedicated Jonah's life to the Lord. Our mission as parents is to raise a Godly man. Jonah was entrusted to us and we hope to be great stewards of that precious gift. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had the blessing at my best friend Candice's church - Crosspoint Church of Christ in Grand Prairie. It was a really beautiful little ceremony. 6 other babies were blessed that day including Candice's daughter Avery Jane Hankins. :) We were partnered with a sponsor couple that will be praying over Jonah for the next year. What a blessing and privilege that is. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am looking forward to helping Jonah understand the love that God has for us and teaching him what that love means and how to be a humble, God fearing man. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now for pictures:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKGyyhfPOZ4/TZCSJEnStQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aREAtboUqqU/s1600/DSC_0232.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKGyyhfPOZ4/TZCSJEnStQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aREAtboUqqU/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589127822121809154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Daddy and Jonah before the blessing</i></b></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb347IWvxR0/TZCSIrgbGVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7HiAwjapR8E/s1600/DSC_0236.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: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb347IWvxR0/TZCSIrgbGVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7HiAwjapR8E/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589127815382112594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Us with our sponsor prayer couple</i></b></div></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BDq51liW7g/TZCSIXVSYrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/r0tXy5pTbtg/s1600/DSC_0237.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: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BDq51liW7g/TZCSIXVSYrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/r0tXy5pTbtg/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589127809966695090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Praying over Jonah</i></b></div></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ClHaWDOrI/TZCSH4uLkAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iXvGL9C3Dkc/s1600/DSC_0235.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: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ClHaWDOrI/TZCSH4uLkAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iXvGL9C3Dkc/s320/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589127801749606402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The Weils</i></b></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-63131518847931349512011-03-18T10:44:00.000-07:002011-03-18T10:48:47.668-07:00It's beginning to feel a lot like Spring....<div><br /></div><div><br />74* out today in Texas. These are the days I wish we had a neighborhood pool. I am anxious for the local splash park to open.<div><br /></div><div>On our daily walk, I took my camera and at the end I snapped some cute pics of my little man.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy!</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjsaXfYpSIg/TYOa0Jnjv1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/wKcKnGAUnGA/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjsaXfYpSIg/TYOa0Jnjv1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/wKcKnGAUnGA/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478183595261778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LsTF9Wg1yo/TYOazsVtcLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/32wPKLy3suE/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LsTF9Wg1yo/TYOazsVtcLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/32wPKLy3suE/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478175735771314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Xb51fom9g/TYOasP5x7HI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OESytn40U2s/s1600/DSC_0207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Xb51fom9g/TYOasP5x7HI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OESytn40U2s/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478047843347570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYqpeZfNGIE/TYOar1ii3-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/C6jEZKRr_Z0/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYqpeZfNGIE/TYOar1ii3-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/C6jEZKRr_Z0/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478040766570466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SATC2CoC57o/TYOarpIzEDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9fCtu5Y1aN4/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SATC2CoC57o/TYOarpIzEDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9fCtu5Y1aN4/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478037437354034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pQA5ebpFf8/TYOarerrEvI/AAAAAAAAATs/unvpdwyJ32M/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pQA5ebpFf8/TYOarerrEvI/AAAAAAAAATs/unvpdwyJ32M/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478034630841074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iws1BGEMMis/TYOarDos41I/AAAAAAAAATk/jjQqczx6owk/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iws1BGEMMis/TYOarDos41I/AAAAAAAAATk/jjQqczx6owk/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585478027370619730" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-36441799583321904582011-03-15T11:36:00.001-07:002011-03-15T12:08:10.811-07:00Jonah - 1 year<div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9ImT7_-YWQ/TX-x1DJ9peI/AAAAAAAAASU/1LYTd4Ty1nY/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584377587900982754" /><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i>My little guy</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Letter to Jonah:</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I will never forget the day you came into my life. It was a crazy day. I was so anxious to meet you, ready to not be pregnant anymore and scared about how my life was going to change. Ever since I saw your beautiful face, I haven't been the same. The first few months I adjusted to being a mom and surviving with little sleep. There were moments I thought ... "What in the world am I doing?" "Am I going to break him?" So many questions, some doubt ... but one thing was certain. I LOVED you so much and I knew that would NEVER go away.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I remember when you were about five weeks old and you looked up at me for the first time and smiled. My heart just melted into a pile of loving goo! I have fond memories of when you would sit in your chair and just kick your legs ALL day and it reminded me of what it felt like when you were in the womb kicking ALL day. I lost count of how many times you spit up on me and used me as a teething ring.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Then one day you became mobile and started crawling everywhere. Man, my life was just beginning at that time. I 'thought' I would be good at child-proofing but you have this special ability to get whatever you want despite what obstacles lie in your way. When you took your first steps, I was so happy, I cried ... then thought ... "Oh no! My life is OVER!" You haven't stopped since. You are the busiest baby I have ever seen, but the sweetest and happiest, too. Your toothy grin lights up the whole room, including me.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">It's such an honor waking up every morning and being YOUR mom! God is so good to have trusted us with you. I am so thankful for you in my life and every moment has been a blessing. I wouldn't trade any of it. Being able to stay home with you everyday is a dream come true! You will always hold a very special place in my heart.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">I love you son,</div><div style="text-align: left; ">Mom</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">We had Jonah's birthday party on March 5th, 2011. It was fun ... and VERY intense and chaotic. But that is life with a toddler right?! I should be getting used to it. He seemed to enjoy himself really well. No tantrums or meltdowns with the big crowd. I am so proud of my little guy. Below are pics from the party.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">1st year stats:</div><div style="text-align: left; ">Weight: 20 lbs. 10 oz. (12th %tile)</div><div style="text-align: left; ">Length: 31 3/4 in (95%tile)</div><div style="text-align: left; ">Head: 19 in (95%tile)</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">The pediatrician is always impressed with him when she sees him. It makes me feel so blessed to have such a healthy baby.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">We decided it was time to put up the bottles. His last bottle was at 9:00am on Wednesday, March 9th, 2011. Today is March 15th and he hasn't had a bottle since. He did really well on the transition. Only a few tantrums. Nothing I can't handle. ;) I am slightly more hard-headed than he is. :) I win!</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">He's been getting into everything of course. Anything that isn't nailed down he moves. He likes to rearrange furniture and push things around the house. He got two different sit and scoot toys for his birthday and he loves hauling them all over the house. Books are also an obsession of his. He loves to be read too. It's SO sweet to sit him on my lap and read him stories.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">His appetite is growing. :) I also think we are in the throws of a growth spurt, too. So it may be short lived. But I am so happy he's eating more foods. The pediatrician has never worried about his weight, but I sometimes have to fight him to eat anything. Lately he's been a garbage disposal. I guess I shouldn't complain, because when he's a teenager he will eat me out of house and home. So I should be thankful he's saving me money, for now.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">His music class is going great. He has it every Wednesday, except this one for Spring Break. He really likes the music and flying around the room. I will definitely be enrolling him in the next one during the fall.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Well, I think that is all the updates I have for now. :)</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Party pictures:</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oG6R2uhex9U/TX-2vvm_IoI/AAAAAAAAASk/5YjGZB3_KWM/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584382994312798850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Cake table</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BShOvpa9ShY/TX-2_azYmxI/AAAAAAAAASs/WRp41HOjMBA/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584383263605562130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><i>Cupcakes with whales on top</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypjE8os9ZDk/TX-3Qj_tDLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Kf2wO1q8lIY/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584383558130928818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><i>Candy goodies </i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCOTnM0vshI/TX-30Z-_yiI/AAAAAAAAATU/lEmqY0fuOgg/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584384173918898722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><i>Family Photo</i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80_pDK_wYfc/TX-3eyi3w-I/AAAAAAAAATM/BP4BsvcO1T0/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584383802554696674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><i>His John Deere</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA8pt5ClNy8/TX-3eif6kDI/AAAAAAAAATE/4la-LO-ppgs/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584383798247329842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><b><i>Opening gifts (He was more into it this time than at Christmas)</i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz4-PSb2Lx0/TX-1z_P8q1I/AAAAAAAAASc/QiZbVd01tn8/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz4-PSb2Lx0/TX-1z_P8q1I/AAAAAAAAASc/QiZbVd01tn8/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584381967718984530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Smash cake time! He got it EVERYWHERE (I also got all that blue icing out of his clothes!) </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-26491029795979019382011-02-17T11:43:00.000-08:002011-02-17T11:49:07.572-08:00Tiny Tots and Tunes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujYrhbOzEkY/TV16-Qez4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pg3B0Bc9q2I/s1600/tiny%2Btots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujYrhbOzEkY/TV16-Qez4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pg3B0Bc9q2I/s320/tiny%2Btots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574747123749216802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah at Tiny Tots (This was the only picture he was still)</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I heard about this music class from my MOMS group. It's a class for small babies to introduce them to music. They do it at a church close to our house. We went for our first class this Wednesday. We were supposed to start two weeks ago, but were delayed because of the bad weather. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jonah loved it. He rarely sat with me, he wanted to play with all the babies and moms. He was just FLYING all over the place. He is a very social baby and loves people. :) It makes my heart smile when I see him with interacting with other children. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I always hoped to be a stay at home mom and I dreamed of taking my baby to a mommy and me class. It was a lot of fun and we are both looking forward to the upcoming weeks. :) </div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-38919848820167144052011-02-09T08:26:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:25:28.151-08:00Jonah - 11 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5l95L0B2Oo/TVmTMkjylmI/AAAAAAAAASE/PIUgjn7qvfs/s1600/the%2Bblur.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5l95L0B2Oo/TVmTMkjylmI/AAAAAAAAASE/PIUgjn7qvfs/s320/the%2Bblur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573647858029205090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah - The "Blur"</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>As I type this I am still in shock that I am a mother to an 11 month old. Where did all the time go? I still remember the day I was in labor and drove to the hospital and how anxious I was to see his beautiful face for the first time. What a feeling that was to hold him and kiss him for the first time. Now he's a month shy of his 1st birthday. Which I am kinda going overboard for. I LOVE throwing parties and celebrating, and his birthday is no exception. I know he won't care, it's really all for me and the family.<div><br /></div><div>His bag of tricks include walking, shuffling (almost running), tearing up things, pulling everything out of the cabinets and drawers that he can reach, not putting any of it back, talking, putting anything that will fit into his mouth - in his mouth, throwing things, feeding himself and playing with the dog. </div><div><br /></div><div>He has a great vocabulary already and listens really well. If you tell him "NO!" he usually listens. Sometimes he decides to push his limits and test boundaries, so we are just consistent with him and he's learning about things he can't mess with. It's really only things that will hurt him. It's really funny to hear him say "Nah" back to you. It's hard not to laugh. If you tell him "Go get a book and I will read it to you." He will go get one and bring it to you. He finds all kinds of random things and he will just bring them to you. Guess he's trying to tell me I need to work better on my baby-proofing skills. </div><div><br /></div><div>He's definitely a little ball of energy and so much fun at this age. He loves to play and run around. He really loves music. We actually enrolled him into Tiny Tots and Tunes but the first two classes we have been snowed out. :*( I know he will love it. It's like a mommy and me music class. It's at one of the local churches and they sing worship music and dance. I am really looking forward to it. </div><div><br /></div><div>More updates coming soon....stay tuned.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-75157179495877424542011-02-01T14:30:00.000-08:002011-02-01T14:46:23.819-08:00Jonah's VocabularyFor not being 11 months old just yet, Jonah has a pretty wide vocabulary. Here are some of things he says and what they mean. Well...what we think they mean. ;)<br /><br /><b>Da-Da</b> or <span style="font-weight:bold;">Da-DEE</span> = Daddy (Duh!) Sometimes he also calls me Daddy :-/<br /><br /><b>Ma-Ma</b> = Mama (One day he walked out and pointed to me and yelled "Ma-Ma!" So sweet)<br /><br /><b>Dah</b> - Dog (He is usually patting Kari when he says this one)<br /><br /><b>Toonda</b> = Unknown what this means at this time<br /><br /><b>Bita Boy </b>= Little Boy (Andrew has called Jonah Little Boy since he was born and he picked it up a few days ago)<br /><br /><b>Whaaaa</b> = What? (This one was hilarious, he opened a card I got Andrew for his birthday and when it opened it farted and he said "Whaaaa?" Andrew, Abby and I just cracked up laughing.)<br /><br /><b>Bay-BEE</b> = Baby (He will carry around his Global Babies book his Aunt Abby got for him and say "Bay-BEE! Bay-BEE!") -- Super cute!<div><br /></div><div><b>Wah-Wah</b> = Water (He's only said this once)</div><div><br /></div><div>The rest is really incoherent babble. I am sure it means something, I just can't figure it out just yet. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, if you tell him to go get a book to read to him, he will walk over to his pile of books and pick one up. He LOVES to be read to. I guess we are seeing the results of all those book we read to him. We read to him everyday. On average it's 3-5 books a day. I also think all the Sesame Street he watches is paying off, too. Haha!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today's blog post was brought to you by the Letter "J" and the number "11". ;) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-13190444804185407392011-01-30T14:18:00.001-08:002011-01-30T14:22:50.904-08:0070's in January ... ONLY in Texas<div>Yesterday was SUCH a nice day so we decided to let Jonah play outside. He got to run around in the front yard then we took him to the park to play. He is so curious and just wants to run around like the big kids. I can hardly believe he's walking around. He just started two weeks ago and he's SO good already. I am NOT ready for this! <div><br /></div><div>We snapped a few pictures while he was outside and I just wanted to share. </div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy! </div><div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkgJZT8dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DpPmpR6xv4I/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkgJZT8dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DpPmpR6xv4I/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568107755242516946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkfl2GRoI/AAAAAAAAARs/-1FSSlbAxkY/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkfl2GRoI/AAAAAAAAARs/-1FSSlbAxkY/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568107745699579522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkfliNGpI/AAAAAAAAARk/31rbKYX98NI/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkfliNGpI/AAAAAAAAARk/31rbKYX98NI/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568107745616140946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkfDRgpDI/AAAAAAAAARc/KJMIbn-wRKM/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TUXkfDRgpDI/AAAAAAAAARc/KJMIbn-wRKM/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568107736419312690" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-60658877213179430992011-01-12T13:33:00.001-08:002011-01-12T13:51:11.586-08:00Things I have learned about being a mother so far....<div>As soon as you squat this little tiny blob out the bond and love that shows up immediately is INTENSE! </div><div><br />Laundry is a never ending process. I mean NEVER ending. Especially with a newborn and approximately 4 wardrobe changes per day. </div><div><br />Sleep is a precious, precious commodity. </div><div><br />Children are relentless. They will never give up until they have gotten what they are after, which is usually something that you don't want them to have, is dangerous or will kill them. </div><div><br />Babies are exceptionally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">resilient</span>. They will survive despite us. Thank GOD!</div><div><br />Seeing another child push your child will make you crazy. It might even make you call your best friend and cry about it for 45 minutes. Ask me how I know?</div><div><br />Anxiety, Adrenanline and Panic take up permanent residence in your body as long as you are a mother. From what I can tell....it will never leave. </div><div><br />Babies never stop learning, therefore I will always be on my toes. ALWAYS!<br /><br />Anything that isn't nailed down and can come crashing down on your child NEEDS to be nailed down.<br /><br />Baby-proofing is a non-stop process.<br /><br />Jonah's blood boils and I am always exhausted chasing him.<br /><br />Trying to keep a straight face when telling your child "No!" when they are crawling towards the fireplace and they turn and look at you and shake their head and repeat "No!" back to you is tougher than it sounds.<br /><br />Learning to put yourself and your needs on the back burner actually comes pretty naturally for me.<br /><br />Being a mother is VERY sanctifying.<br /><br />Telling your husband that you have THE cutest baby in the whole wide world everyday NEVER gets old.<br /><br />Refraining from saying "I know!" when people say how cute or sweet your baby is very difficult.<br /><br />Loving something so much you would jump in front of a speeding train, a bullet or fly off a cliff is something I hadn't felt up until this point.<br /><br />Telling yourself that "I will take someone down to China-town if they hurt my kid!" and realizing it's all part of the package is a surreal moment.<br /><br />Leaving them in the care of someone else can bring you to tears. </div><div><br /></div><div>But, the most important thing I have learned so far while being a mom is every morning when you wake up and realize you love them more than the day before is the BEST feeling in the world. All while your hair will fall out, stress replaces relaxing times and juggling 10 million things at once becomes second nature. </div><div><br /></div><div>I LOVE being a MOM! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-6996198674167222352011-01-12T13:29:00.000-08:002011-01-12T13:32:47.494-08:00Jonah's wintery 10 month photo oppOn January 9th Jonah turned 10 months and we got some snow. So we decided to take a picture of Jonah out in it. Since I am OCD about Jonah getting dirty, etc. I decided we shouldn't put him down in the snow. I just thought that would be too much of a mess to clean up. So we went outside and snapped some pics. This was the best one....Enjoy!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TS4d0CXhBPI/AAAAAAAAARU/t_oYmq3BhJI/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TS4d0CXhBPI/AAAAAAAAARU/t_oYmq3BhJI/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561415369675048178" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-42292316914260043072011-01-12T09:26:00.000-08:002011-01-12T09:40:26.407-08:00Jonah - 10 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TS3kyszTK8I/AAAAAAAAARM/CAiFBxA2lJQ/s1600/Jonah%2Bteething.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TS3kyszTK8I/AAAAAAAAARM/CAiFBxA2lJQ/s320/Jonah%2Bteething.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352674543348674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah - 10 months & teething</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">The picture above is Jonah's best impression of Popeye. It's the face he makes when he is teething. He doesn't really get upset, he just makes funny faces. I love it! He has now 4 teeth and is working on 3 more. Well, 3 more that I can see. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As far as accomplishments he is eating more solid foods like graham crackers, goldfish, bits of pancake or muffins, peaches, yogurt puffs and all other fun stuff. I am so happy to say his gag reflex is slowly going away. Yay! I was kinda worried about that but this smart little cookie figured it out. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He has taken several steps unassisted. He then realizes he has mastered crawling and would rather do that as his method of travel. He flies around all day picking up crap that has fallen to the floor and sticking it in his mouth. Gross! At least his immune system gets a workout at least 5 times a day. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We have bought this kid every teething contraption out there and he refuses to use them for longer than 5 seconds. He would rather teeth on the ottoman, cabinets, shoelaces/shoes, dog bones, phones, TV remotes, plugs, etc. I even bought him his own remote control for Christmas. I had to buy a teething cover for his crib because I really didn't want teeth marks on it. I am waiting for him to start chewing up the dry wall. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyday really is an adventure and he's coming into his own little sweet personality. I love him so much and can't believe in two short months he will be turning 1! I have already started planning the celebration. I do understand that 1st birthday's are for the family and not the kid, so this should remedy our Christmas issue. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I signed Jonah up for Tiny Tots and Tunes. Our first class will be February 1st. So on his 11 month blog update I can fill everyone in on how he likes it, or doesn't like it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time....</div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-529509779773591002011-01-05T09:27:00.000-08:002011-01-07T11:45:20.561-08:00Jonah's 1st Christmas<div>I have to say that I was very anxious and excited about our first Christmas as a family. I had these visions of grandeur, ideas of our little 3 person family unit having the most amazing time and creating lasting memories. So needless to say, I put a little .... what's the word .... EXPECTATION into our celebration. Maybe too much pressure for a 10 month old. *sigh*<div><br /></div><div>This Christmas we decided we would be spending it in Nashville. So before we packed up and headed out we decided the night before that we would have Jonah's Christmas at home. I really had in my mind that Jonah would totally appreciate all the gifts and it would be laughs galore just watching him tear into everything. Jonah couldn't have cared less about the gifts, wrapping, tissue paper, tinsel or anything. I think at one moment Andrew looked over and said ... "Are you disappointed?" Was it THAT obvious?! Ha. I pretty much opened all his gifts while he crawled away. He was more interested in freedom and finding things to destroy or get into than any of the gifts we got him. Did I mention too much pressure?! Andrew was trying to stroke my ego when he said ... "Don't worry babe, he will care next year!" Then I came to my senses and swallowed some much needed pride while I reassured myself ... "He's ONLY 10 months!" Next year will be AMAZING, I thought. ;-)</div><div><br /></div><div>The next afternoon we left bound for Nashville. We decided to make it a two day trip out there. 10-11 hours driving in a car is not conducive of a sane traveling environment. Especially with a 10 month old. It's one thing if it's just Andrew and I ... but confining a boy who has tasted sweet freedom in a car seat for that long doesn't leave much of anybodies sanity to remain intact.</div><div><br /></div><div>We made it to Little Rock, Arkansas that night. Oh, did I forget to mention we had an additional traveling companion? Our 9 year old chocolate lab! Yeah, that is an important detail.</div><div><br /></div><div>We stayed in a really nice hotel that was pet friendly. It wasn't very sleep friendly for me, since I had the dog snoring and Andrew rustling all night and one of them would occasionally wake the baby and he would make some noise and fall back asleep. I think I only got 4-ish hours of sleep. Morning came entirely too early and back on the road we were. Only 5-ish hours left on our trip, which really took more like 6 - 6.5 due to the frequent stopping to empty our bladders, or the dogs and let the kiddo get out of his torture device for a few minutes.</div><div><br /></div><div>We finally made it to Nashville and just in time. I thought I was about to lose my mind. We arrived in the afternoon of Christmas eve and a snowy Christmas was in the forecast. I was definitely looking forward to the white powdery stuff! Living in Texas all your life usually means you don't see too many white Christmas'. Although, the prior year we did have snow in Texas on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I feel spoiled enjoying it two years in a row. Just kinda wished I didn't have to travel so far to get it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Christmas morning came quickly. Jonah woke up at his normal time - 7:30 am. The morning festivities went something like this; wake up, coffee, eat, coffee, chat, Jonah's nap, more coffee, more chatting, Jonah wakes up, then time to have our Christmas celebration. It was a little bizarre for me because I am used to getting up early and opening gifts before 11:30. But it was nice to let it go slowly and enjoy the morning together.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jonah got some great clothes and toys. None of which he even batted an eye at and Andrew and I got some great stuff as well. It was a really nice morning. A piece of my heart though was back at home since I wasn't with any of my family and it was the first Christmas in 31 years I hadn't seen my family. Namely my Grandfather. He was actually spending Christmas at Baylor Dallas going through chemotherapy and a stem cell transplant and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">courageously</span> fighting Multiple Myeloma. Which I am happy to report he kicked it a$$! The fight isn't over but he responding so well to the treatment and his numbers were higher than anticipated. Thank you God for the miracles you work everyday! So, a part of me was thinking about him, so it wasn't quite Christmas for me. Now that I am part of another family, I have to learn to share. Something I <i>think</i> they teach you in kindergarten. I am not sure I passed it though. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>It really was a nice time and I was happy to get a little vacation out of it. Towards the end of any trip I do start longing for my bath tub and my bed. I am truly spoiled and blessed. I am also very thankful for all the stuff that Jonah and all of us got. I am just mostly thankful for the true reason for the season that that is the birth of my personal Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. He is the best gift I could have ever received.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now for the cute photos. :)</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdKEJCaDQI/AAAAAAAAARE/XZaCOl9T_h8/s1600/jonahs%2Bstash.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdKEJCaDQI/AAAAAAAAARE/XZaCOl9T_h8/s320/jonahs%2Bstash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493700018113794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah's stash from our house</i></b></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdKD0VkMNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fr7fUiI-WhY/s1600/jonah%2Bsnow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdKD0VkMNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fr7fUiI-WhY/s320/jonah%2Bsnow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493694461325522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah and his Papa looking at the snow</i></b></div><div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJokbZPCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LzGFVsIKkMo/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJokbZPCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LzGFVsIKkMo/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493226334338082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>I think this is the only photo where he looks 'interested' </i></b></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJoaZuMZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ppYMnQ5VeJU/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJoaZuMZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ppYMnQ5VeJU/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493223642968466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Who cares about all this? Not me!"</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJn3lv2bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xFZaZLsn9js/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJn3lv2bI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xFZaZLsn9js/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493214298167730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Something to teeth </b><b>o</b></i><b><i>n</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJnoEzWdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/AA2enwHYW4w/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJnoEzWdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/AA2enwHYW4w/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493210133453266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Our mini Santa</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJndQE34I/AAAAAAAAAQU/mBqsUU7F57o/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TSdJndQE34I/AAAAAAAAAQU/mBqsUU7F57o/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559493207227948930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Jonah and Kari</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-84186161856733405722010-12-12T17:01:00.000-08:002010-12-12T17:14:40.736-08:00Jonah - 9 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQVw6eVgBiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nCrdd2znUrk/s1600/Jonah%2B9%2Bmonths.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQVw6eVgBiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nCrdd2znUrk/s320/Jonah%2B9%2Bmonths.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549966265681970722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>A Rock Star in the making</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">My little guy is now 9 months old. So many things have happened in the last month. Where do I begin? He is now fully mobile. Crawling, cruising, pulling up, flying around the house in his walker (terrorizing the dog of course) and generally getting into EVERYTHING. If I go through a room and clean everything out he will find the one thing I missed. I guess in a way it's good to have him around. He keeps me on my toes!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Life has completely changed at our house. I just get exhausted watching him do everything. He is such a busy boy. One thing he hates: being tied down! He has started paying attention to how he gets strapped into things like the car seat and high chair. I think he's mentally plotting his escape. One of these days he will just chew through the straps. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">His 9 month well visit went great. He hit all of his developmental milestones. The doctor is really impressed with him and how active he is. "He's all boy!" she said. And that was just after a short visit in her office....she doesn't live with him. This kid, his blood boils! One day he will be flying through the whole house and my hair will fall out from the stress. *sigh* </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">His stats: weight - 19 lbs 6 oz (25th percentile) height = 29 1/4 in (90th percentile). He dropped in his weight from the last visit but the doctor said that is to be expected around this time due to his mobility. Not to mention the kid is a picky eater. :-/ He still has to have everything pureed and certain flavors and textures really turn him off. I have to take food super slow with him so I don't burn him out and he refuses it all together. I have been praying that he will get over his choking and gagging so he can have bigger chunks of food. The doctor is giving him to 12 months to figure that out. Then we can be concerned. But I know he will do it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am really excited about our first Christmas as a family. We will be spending it in Nashville this year. It will be weird for me to not be home but on the up side it will most likely it will be a white Christmas. Nashville has already gotten snow. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am thinking next months entry will be talking about him starting to walk. This kid just does stuff. I can't believe it. He has so much energy and drive. It really is nature's cruel joke that the kids get all the energy leaving the parents feeling drained. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-18503731550273822182010-12-10T18:18:00.000-08:002010-12-10T18:21:34.828-08:00Andrew's company Christmas party<div>Andrew's company always throws a Christmas party and ever since we started dating we have made it to every year. This year was special for two reasons; we got to show off Jonah and my husband won an award for a patent that he was involved in. Way to go baby! :) I knew those brains were going to pay off. Haha!<div><br /></div><div>Well here are a few quick photos from the night. I couldn't take many because the lighting inside wasn't good and I don't have a good external flash yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy!</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQLf5FAcUXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/c46LNqlAj_I/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQLf5FAcUXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/c46LNqlAj_I/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549243862563443058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Family photo</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQLf492jQkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9IJIRKOx7tk/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQLf492jQkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9IJIRKOx7tk/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549243860642906690" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah meeting Santa....again (he did much better this time)</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQLf4jPrHcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eX2CMl4pPfY/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQLf4jPrHcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eX2CMl4pPfY/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549243853500521922" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>My heart </i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-57157251560430815312010-12-09T09:42:00.001-08:002010-12-09T09:43:51.237-08:00My mini Santa Claus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVP6CIqbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vMgigtYCY2U/s1600/DSC_0213_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVP6CIqbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vMgigtYCY2U/s320/DSC_0213_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548739578917595570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVPYuyK4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/n4-NLICT8jY/s1600/DSC_0208_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVPYuyK4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/n4-NLICT8jY/s320/DSC_0208_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548739569978059650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVPYv0Z4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IGkNaLNrF3M/s1600/DSC_0206_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVPYv0Z4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IGkNaLNrF3M/s320/DSC_0206_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548739569982400386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVOgYw48I/AAAAAAAAAPI/_eoxEsR9atQ/s1600/DSC_0205_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVOgYw48I/AAAAAAAAAPI/_eoxEsR9atQ/s320/DSC_0205_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548739554853315522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVOR3cIWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ru7uxCvCjQE/s1600/DSC_0198_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TQEVOR3cIWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ru7uxCvCjQE/s320/DSC_0198_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548739550955446626" /></a>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1203221096101102092.post-71509406932566205262010-12-04T07:18:00.000-08:002010-12-04T07:25:12.700-08:00Jonah's 1st meeting with Santa Claus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TPpcTcqXYmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BJaRdq9zS4o/s1600/Jonah_Santa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynKMUP68m7c/TPpcTcqXYmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BJaRdq9zS4o/s320/Jonah_Santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546847380241343074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Jonah meeting Claus</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our city of Murphy does an annual tree lighting event where they have events for the kiddos, reindeer, singing and Mr. Santa Claus. We went last year when I was pregnant and just knew we couldn't wait to bring Jonah. We looked around at everything and decided we needed to get some pics with Jonah and Mr. Claus. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jonah was definitely on to him. He didn't take his eyes off him for very long. It wasn't much longer after this picture where he started crying. It was so cute! I am thinking we will have to take him to another one so we can get some really good pics of him! </div>Krysiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01337853681738160208noreply@blogger.com2