tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23346003411112641602024-03-05T23:22:56.075-06:00Brittney and MorganThis is a story about a boy and a girl. Who met, fell in love (years later) and lived happily ever after...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-83618468765817451472013-01-20T16:19:00.000-06:002013-01-20T16:19:50.971-06:00<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Holy Moly have I been a blog slacker! So a couple of weeks ago I was getting my hair done and I was talking to my fab hair person Debbi and we were talking about adoption. I was telling her some of the comments that people make that can sometimes annoy, offend or hurt my feelings. So I thought I would just list a couple and explain why they can be sometimes offensive. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">1.</span> Anytime someone says...She gave him up.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the Adoption community those two words "gave up" are not in our vocabulary!! As parents to the most beautiful baby boy we 100% believe that she didn't give him up...she <span style="font-size: large;">placed him</span> with his parents. And not only do Morgan and I think this but so does his Birth Mom! I strongly believe that if birth moms thought for one second that the were giving there babies up they would NEVER be able to place those babies. The term Give-Up to me means that you get rid of something. Our birth mom could not get rid of us if she tried. She will be in our lives forever! She will be in Gavin's life forever! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2. <span style="font-size: large;">Is it weird to see his Birth Mom? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">How can I say this<span style="font-size: small;"> in a lady like fashion.... <span style="font-size: large;">HELL NO</span>!!! Sorry that is the best way I could say it. Of course I love this girl because she <span style="font-size: small;">brought Gavin into this world but I honestly like her! When Gavin was born and it was placement day I was excited to see and hold hi<span style="font-size: small;">m</span> but <span style="font-size: small;">my heart and soul needed to hug <span style="font-size: small;">her! I wanted her in my arms and I only thought <span style="font-size: small;">about her.<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">It has never been awkward or weird to see her or spend time with her. <span style="font-size: small;">She is an extension <span style="font-size: small;">of our family<span style="font-size: small;">! Luckily for us we <span style="font-size: small;">were able to build a relationship with her before Gavin was born. I think<span style="font-size: small;"> its that relationship that we started week 14 of her pregnancy that helped us through it. I can only wish that every b<span style="font-size: small;">irth mom/parent could meet and find there family <span style="font-size: small;">as soon as possible so they can get to know each other so the<span style="font-size: small;"> adoption process is easier. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. <span style="font-size: large;">He is so lucky to have you guys! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And<span style="font-size: small;"> YES he is....but we are 100% the lucky on<span style="font-size: small;">es! <span style="font-size: small;">I get so frustrated when people say this<span style="font-size: small;"> because his birth mom is a wonderful person and she <span style="font-size: small;">could have raised Gavin<span style="font-size: small;">. She knew though<span style="font-size: small;"> that Gavin was meant to be in our family. <span style="font-size: small;">We know that our Heavenly Father has a plan<span style="font-size: small;"> for all of us and his plan was to send Gavin to us though <span style="font-size: small;">her! We are just so lucky <span style="font-size: small;">and <span style="font-size: small;">blessed th<span style="font-size: small;">at she<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">recognized</span> that pla<span style="font-size: small;">n!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I <span style="font-size: small;">don't</span> know why I wrote this but I j<span style="font-size: small;">ust felt like tha<span style="font-size: small;">t I could shed so<span style="font-size: small;">me light on so<span style="font-size: small;">me things that can sometimes hurt ones feelings. But People should ask though...by asking in a sincere way we are able to learn from other<span style="font-size: small;">s experiences. <span style="font-size: small;">Peace out though and spread the word that Adoption is a freaking miracle!!!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-73737604403957171442012-08-05T15:30:00.000-05:002012-08-05T15:33:36.829-05:00Gavin's First Birthday!!<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was more like an <span style="font-size: large;">Extravaganza</span>! Prepare yourself for the overload of pictures! I planned this party for months...you could almost say that I was planning this party for years! People could say that I went a little overboard with this party...but I don't care! I loved everything about it, the sleepless nights, the food, the planning...I loved it all! Thanks to my hubby who was such a huge help to me! And also my Mom and Mom-in-law who helped me with the food.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I am sad that this picture is missing the mini key lime pies that I made that turned out adorable! They were in the fridge when I took this picture!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We had resisted giving Gavin any processed sugar before his birthday and we debated on whether to have a normal full of sugar cake or a healthier one. We went for the full of sugar delicious one. Well he <span style="font-size: large;">LOVED</span> it...but didn't go to bed until midnight that night! Oh well! It was worth it to see him devour this thing. </span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-55431966054090438562012-02-09T18:08:00.009-06:002012-02-09T18:58:59.893-06:00The Variables in Life...part 2<a href="http://brittneyandmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/01/variables-in-our-life.html"></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I was looking over some past posts when I came across this little number titled, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://http//brittneyandmorgan.blogspot.com/2008/01/variables-in-our-life.html">The Variables in Life.</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I actually started laughing out loud...because I pretty much nailed it! And it made me think about something that we talked about in Sunday school a couple of Sundays ago. We were talking about praying for certain things and that they don't always come to us when we want them. Well of course I had to raise my hand. I explained that I had prayed for something (a baby) for 7 years. And during those 7 years there were times that I was extremely bitter and angry. I was closing my heart to the spirit. I was not allowing myself to be taught. And it wasn't until I changed my attitude that the spirit was able to teach me. The teacher then said, "And it wasn't until you changed your attitude did you receive what you had been praying for." I said NO! If I hadn't been in church I probably would have said, Hell No! <span style="font-size:85%;">That's the way I roll! After everyone laughed and I stood for my bow and gathered up the roses people had thrown at me</span>. I explained that even though I had changed my attitude I didn't receive the baby that I was praying for. And most likely my attitude would slip back over to the dark side. But...it was during those times that my Savior would wrap his arms around me and I felt his love so strongly. I was given the strength to keep going. It was what I needed in the meantime. As a in-fertile person people say a lot of stupid things to you...A lot! One of my favorites is...well if you would stop thinking about it, it will happen. Like people with cancer could just stop thinking about there cancer then it will go away. <span style="font-size:85%;">Oh no she didn't just compare her in-fertility to cancer</span>! I didn't! My uncle has cancer and I bet you he never goes one day without thinking about that fact. What he does though is not let that define him. He doesn't let his cancer decide how he is going to live his life. I wish that I had not let my in-fertility define me. I wish that I would have allowed more days for my heart to be humbled. I would have been a much happier person! </span><br style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So to wrap up this long speech... Don't let the crappy things you are going through in your life define your life! The Lord understood that I sometimes needed a pitty party. He probably just wishes they didn't last as long as they did. I am just so grateful that when I pulled my head up and cleared my mind that the spirit stepped in and mended my heart! It always gave me the strength to keep on keepin on!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-23881729114471239042012-01-30T14:31:00.005-06:002012-01-30T15:10:36.716-06:00Families are Forever!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Wow...it has been a long time I have posted anything on this thing. Is anyone still out there??? If I didn't have Facebook on my phone...people would wonder. (I hope they would!)<br />So December was a big month for our little family! On December 13th in the Third District Court, Judge John Kennedy granted our adoption to be legalized.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IgK08rTcq07DEXikUPFw7JrRVOjCbW7o1tneaIWpGJSb7ZcfgFUTCPjchlIxF7zT0YzZeMPqrx00Psd0lnAX1xKe5fjTqDZf_xCDZLs7JQOv4pHelQsiiLEu2ogN9S7suhv98OyUSdc/s1600/court.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/AVvXsEj3IgK08rTcq07DEXikUPFw7JrRVOjCbW7o1tneaIWpGJSb7ZcfgFUTCPjchlIxF7zT0YzZeMPqrx00Psd0lnAX1xKe5fjTqDZf_xCDZLs7JQOv4pHelQsiiLEu2ogN9S7suhv98OyUSdc/s320/court.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703528355468041554" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZbR95Ywp7BGGqYs1MlxHsFd7mr3PaA1nhk2yJ7BP1mc61w8lVrs6j9LBAC81lR6tOt8-nFufbwQBHt_xgp9_v0MkBmJKtUCaAArGsE_py-U-t9c1QOGt89EZ8gSgWEqNycGsOWY6pUY/s1600/court+1.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/AVvXsEi_ZbR95Ywp7BGGqYs1MlxHsFd7mr3PaA1nhk2yJ7BP1mc61w8lVrs6j9LBAC81lR6tOt8-nFufbwQBHt_xgp9_v0MkBmJKtUCaAArGsE_py-U-t9c1QOGt89EZ8gSgWEqNycGsOWY6pUY/s320/court+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703528362754796642" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_5KXCn5YyjaA8MQv2uS773k2_T_7JWpbNy9xoxMRM6mNJ8UmXQ11fuqqvboC42LLnD08L13XLE0ogIPTFha4lKYaUnCUvM2mLsom8BpOvXW1gVF9MZrP9JGkRDyiSE7L2b5epDFM2SA/s1600/court+2.jpg"><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/AVvXsEhG_5KXCn5YyjaA8MQv2uS773k2_T_7JWpbNy9xoxMRM6mNJ8UmXQ11fuqqvboC42LLnD08L13XLE0ogIPTFha4lKYaUnCUvM2mLsom8BpOvXW1gVF9MZrP9JGkRDyiSE7L2b5epDFM2SA/s320/court+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703528361436827986" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The fact that we were going to Court to legalize the adoption of our son felt weird to us. He had felt like our baby from the day he was born. It didn't really hit me until the morning of. To sit in front of a judge and to be sworn in...was a different experience. I wish everyone who had a child had to go to court and swear to a judge that you were going to love and care for your baby. I was so happy to have family there that have been so supportive through this process. It was an amazing experience and it was such a great day!<br /><br />Then on December 17th, 2011 in the Oquirrah Mountain Temple we were Sealed together for time and all eternity! Ahhhhh!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJukj3FPz65XSG8KfZZ4eaaOg6c9w0f6x0dPzSBJn1HzYezBlZivXQITLqlTqNopVQ-LpNR3XODlyjuBYwxKhWlwCAMCj6qZFgXfxOYDeAsaELN6k-vcEXGKUDrJ4MgWzBY0Pq2T1zyBY/s1600/Gavin_0328.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/AVvXsEjJukj3FPz65XSG8KfZZ4eaaOg6c9w0f6x0dPzSBJn1HzYezBlZivXQITLqlTqNopVQ-LpNR3XODlyjuBYwxKhWlwCAMCj6qZFgXfxOYDeAsaELN6k-vcEXGKUDrJ4MgWzBY0Pq2T1zyBY/s320/Gavin_0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703530320764217698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9SzdT9duX_ZR3hVAJceazkGYnPyhDL5mzddpj0JOHq98ET82e3ks_tA9eu8X7yqFG-xi5i5KyrMUqPJ6pkhQQ9Mo_6uy7Uk9dO_YWHhpGEcspdXsyGAUnhhdVZJKRJi1sAp3CYqu_iw/s1600/Gavin_0012.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/AVvXsEhH9SzdT9duX_ZR3hVAJceazkGYnPyhDL5mzddpj0JOHq98ET82e3ks_tA9eu8X7yqFG-xi5i5KyrMUqPJ6pkhQQ9Mo_6uy7Uk9dO_YWHhpGEcspdXsyGAUnhhdVZJKRJi1sAp3CYqu_iw/s320/Gavin_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703530298278995490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwA6mvdM2gSI3FuV-hUAn0CAN070W80rAjFzSt3NH48iwWBc3Zlt7iHd_XD48tLhNmHGHCnGrrTd7DjDBRVc0ObCsfSwKn9RJECZQBjUGLluMjExoUUtgHx312BdmQCliMMTq4MOjiqY/s1600/Gavin_0055.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/AVvXsEgUwA6mvdM2gSI3FuV-hUAn0CAN070W80rAjFzSt3NH48iwWBc3Zlt7iHd_XD48tLhNmHGHCnGrrTd7DjDBRVc0ObCsfSwKn9RJECZQBjUGLluMjExoUUtgHx312BdmQCliMMTq4MOjiqY/s320/Gavin_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703530302096929298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9kChlzEgVWSEI-tWRfFebZspaQ1oSt7r8Sna8Ivu5l4NZBwHqX2LSdQSPvDWGZTQt18j57GWIFbCgZJUr2W92kVMVRpT8YPyA0CdRxgs-q9bctmc6SH-7zNul0zZTMUYaYyMYLQe5RY/s1600/Gavin_0234.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/AVvXsEgv9kChlzEgVWSEI-tWRfFebZspaQ1oSt7r8Sna8Ivu5l4NZBwHqX2LSdQSPvDWGZTQt18j57GWIFbCgZJUr2W92kVMVRpT8YPyA0CdRxgs-q9bctmc6SH-7zNul0zZTMUYaYyMYLQe5RY/s320/Gavin_0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703530313888955298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8oLJlCz60KwOscgBPIt1TO-EYaVDG6UeWf5KRpE411CDBk00Q_YMEFq4mfu4_TUqWJlYUvJyCRPg1Ydp_HefMDEYtGMnEog_oRPsHdBmg2SFQuR42_zoGMhaVkNVNt0Ymy5FGTw1U1PE/s1600/Gavin_0179.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/AVvXsEh8oLJlCz60KwOscgBPIt1TO-EYaVDG6UeWf5KRpE411CDBk00Q_YMEFq4mfu4_TUqWJlYUvJyCRPg1Ydp_HefMDEYtGMnEog_oRPsHdBmg2SFQuR42_zoGMhaVkNVNt0Ymy5FGTw1U1PE/s320/Gavin_0179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703530332409637874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">At the beginning of the adoption process I kind felt a little jipped (is that a real world). I wanted to be the one to carry the baby, to be pregnant...all of those things. Well when I was sitting in the sealing room and my mom carried my baby in. All of those feelings went away! Because not everyone gets to do what we got to do! The sealing was short and sweet and the amount of love that I felt that day is still overwhelming. I'm starting to cry just thinking about it! I have never felt so much love from my Heavenly Father as I did that day. My life is sometimes very surreal! I have been so incredibly blessed!<br />The next day Sunday December 18th, 2011...my husband blessed our beautiful baby! And during the blessing I was holding our birth moms hand as we both cried! It was an amazing feeling and I felt so much love and gratitude toward her .<br />Erica...I hope you always know that you were so much a part of that day and it meant the world to me to have you sitting next to me!<br />When I think about what it took to get Gavin to our family and what we went through...I would do it all over! I would experience every bad day again now that I know the outcome! I know so many people in there lives have hard times and wonder why they are going through something. And its so easy to say that it will get better...but its not always easy to hear. I was that person that would cry if someone with 4 kids would try and tell me they knew how I felt. Well I know now...we all have our stuff. We all go through hard and challenging things. I just know with 100% certainty...that after the hard stuff...there is GREAT stuff!<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-91543754406485751722011-11-30T12:12:00.002-06:002011-11-30T12:17:30.054-06:00H A L L O W E E N 2011<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">This was Gavin's Halloween Costume this year...So freaking cute! When we were shopping for a costume it came down to this and a dragon. I loved both but couldn't decide. Morgan said to me, "Well you only have a couple of years that you can dress him like a chicken so you might as well do it now." So he was my little chicken for Halloween. Holidays are so much more fun with him...like everything else he just makes everything so much better!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxum8gF8M2x1CGcrZRd5X9AVIf83sodNhVWS71kGZkyWe8CLsQS7pnPMM4z8mHRXg90XJi442g4kPIJOCLO2CgzVetWGHeVzZJhMdkCGVtySWbNbngskmwgl87-hdteThoo2YKo1xAegk/s1600/IMG_4984.jpg"><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/AVvXsEgxum8gF8M2x1CGcrZRd5X9AVIf83sodNhVWS71kGZkyWe8CLsQS7pnPMM4z8mHRXg90XJi442g4kPIJOCLO2CgzVetWGHeVzZJhMdkCGVtySWbNbngskmwgl87-hdteThoo2YKo1xAegk/s320/IMG_4984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680853568282527826" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-23333151098153777102011-11-27T22:14:00.002-06:002011-11-27T22:35:22.683-06:00Growing so fast....<div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;">Well little Gavin is getting so big so fast....it makes me sad! I'm excited for him to get bigger but I want to soak in every little second of him...it does scare me to think that he might be my only baby. So I don't want to miss out on anything!!<br />I decided to put together a monthly timeline in pictures so you could see how big he is getting.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7joH2yG0hIpsPdyQDlrjT81cT_oTtVl99MfyTIgF_ry_06qR1N8bnC9vGDfcXBCPFkZOY4yDp30jD5URCiq6xIqah4I-q2PRh2Pw7Fs5wTWQODlKfc83rNRT6pFlcudJu3NNziX-zi8/s1600/IMG_1669.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7joH2yG0hIpsPdyQDlrjT81cT_oTtVl99MfyTIgF_ry_06qR1N8bnC9vGDfcXBCPFkZOY4yDp30jD5URCiq6xIqah4I-q2PRh2Pw7Fs5wTWQODlKfc83rNRT6pFlcudJu3NNziX-zi8/s320/IMG_1669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679895554807589154" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_9X1iLIcatkp0QewOUB0Xf-PJZN5vfIyf0-QQ7n_YT_HWedsISLEICsbLuPnFiVvXVwUe-aV0lvCbAkIXRmt9BXKuvDFFg5QuwcBAKZLJd2hyphenhyphenLDGvdfTWmwtnz4HtIABYbqQm0FSmmI/s1600/IMG_1890.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_9X1iLIcatkp0QewOUB0Xf-PJZN5vfIyf0-QQ7n_YT_HWedsISLEICsbLuPnFiVvXVwUe-aV0lvCbAkIXRmt9BXKuvDFFg5QuwcBAKZLJd2hyphenhyphenLDGvdfTWmwtnz4HtIABYbqQm0FSmmI/s320/IMG_1890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679895547633519682" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvV62M4fVT7A99pxJOQTJql-cSdj60Hgrls3YRRxE0wG9YGkSqDcwPJewy7KxNo_adHWS-b2AiwB6fub8oMkTd4CwodwmFSzc3aBHbKJvVeX59nfieNCnBhe8hLtwxGkESMOFVERh8hgs/s1600/IMG_2043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvV62M4fVT7A99pxJOQTJql-cSdj60Hgrls3YRRxE0wG9YGkSqDcwPJewy7KxNo_adHWS-b2AiwB6fub8oMkTd4CwodwmFSzc3aBHbKJvVeX59nfieNCnBhe8hLtwxGkESMOFVERh8hgs/s320/IMG_2043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679895541271047698" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMXzL_JFkrXq7xOnIRJwhQbJJ-RnMj5r0tGHH-qrIpkA_JLBb4tzNsCBbam6JkaTwss6g0pxepBL05Y2jc86xvHbwPygG2Lgumvu32d5Lm14jbble7_3YEtjIqOGpDKmx0iudJgxDH94/s1600/IMG_4856.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiuMXzL_JFkrXq7xOnIRJwhQbJJ-RnMj5r0tGHH-qrIpkA_JLBb4tzNsCBbam6JkaTwss6g0pxepBL05Y2jc86xvHbwPygG2Lgumvu32d5Lm14jbble7_3YEtjIqOGpDKmx0iudJgxDH94/s320/IMG_4856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679895530633778274" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdsI2CglwhQx7ZqrW_PwQKaVtHY0WlDfQEwP9nSCEbGEY6ykq58MOuLbGimFm-iv954FNXbcRSQCaty37kTnxsQJnXFTPA3UZ5y5XazWXGQ7hm4DME7zfA_AlzhcBfOHVe-D9kOB2e_Q/s1600/IMG_5109.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdsI2CglwhQx7ZqrW_PwQKaVtHY0WlDfQEwP9nSCEbGEY6ykq58MOuLbGimFm-iv954FNXbcRSQCaty37kTnxsQJnXFTPA3UZ5y5XazWXGQ7hm4DME7zfA_AlzhcBfOHVe-D9kOB2e_Q/s320/IMG_5109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679895527369512130" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Is he not the cutest baby you have ever seen?? Every time I look at him my heart melts....I just cant kiss him enough! He is five months now almost six.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I wish I had done this every month but I might as well start now..instead of not starting at all.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">At five months he is:</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Playing with his hands all of the time</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Loves to stand (with us holding his hands)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Rolling...cant get him to stop</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Laughing</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Talking to us...a-goo a-goo a-goo</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Watching the dogs</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Loves Apple Sauce & Sweet Potatoes</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Loves the water!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Loves giving kisses to his mama on the cheek...there slobbery but I love them!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Holding his own bottle...he gets frustrated when we try to hold it</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Loves listening to his Mom sing...finally I have an audience...so there Mr. Findlay!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I love everything about him but especially:</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mornings</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When I get him out of his crib..his smile is priceless</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">His laugh</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When he grabs my face and sucks on my cheek</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Watching him and Morgan together</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Rocking him to sleep</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Singing/Reading to him</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Staying home with him</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">His little bum (awkward???)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So its pretty much a total love fest between the two of us. I feel so incredibly blessed and cant imagine my life without him. Next month we will finalize our adoption and go to the temple...awwwwww.....insert total bliss!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-11444332911551738592011-10-20T11:39:00.002-05:002011-10-20T11:53:32.818-05:00Love! Grattitude! Heavy Heart!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have been wanting to update my blog with a bunch of cute pictures of Gavin, and I still will but I needed to write this while I had a little bit of time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I woke up this morning like I usually do with such a heavy heart full of grattitude for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and my Heavenly Father. I have been blessed with the most beautiful baby who makes me happier then I ever thought I would be. For a long time I was a bitter, frustrated and angry person. Not only have I become a mother but I have become myself again. I feel like my old self that was positive, happy and cheerful! That has been such a huge breathe of fresh air...to feel like me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My sister is expecting a baby in April and I am excited! For the first time in 7 years someone told me she was pregnant and I didnt hold back tears! I didnt have to put on a brave face. I was 100% excited and the best part....I can say to them...Oh you just wait until this...or this...my sister actually said to me once when I was bathing Gavin...your going to show me how to do this, right! That statement alone made me want to cry! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So yep....I am LOVING being a mom to the most beautiful baby. Its crazy how many people ask..."So how are you liking it?" I LOVE IT ya FOOL! Of course I do...is usually my response. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well pictures soon to come...I gots to go now because my baby is rolling all over the place and I almost done building his bubble room that he will spend the next 18 years in...dont worry...its really nice!! </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-8546637352630951162011-08-24T23:28:00.003-05:002011-08-24T23:48:53.774-05:00I {heart} adoption<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For a long time now I have been trying to put my feelings into words. Every time I try...my words just feel in adequate. To say that I heart adoption seems not strong enough...to say that adoption has changed my life...sounds bette</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">r!
<br />When Morgan and I were trying to conceive a child with the help of drugs (not even the good kind), doctors, blah blah...adoption was the furthest from my mind. I would actually get so offended when people would say that to me. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When we FINALLY, and I say finally because it took me far to long, FINALLY turned it over to the Lord...we realized Adoption was going to be our path. It was like Heavenly Father smacked me on the back of my head and said it was about time. The two years we waited for our baby we went on quite the roller coaster. Even leading up to his birth was hard. Even though our birth mom never gave me one indication that she was changing her mind...I still was nervous. I had reason to be...I had two failed placements under my belt. I knew the dark side of adoption....I had experienced it. The</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> day Gavin was born we went over to my Mom and Dads house on the way home from the hospital to show them pictures...and my Mom said to me, "I don't think you should adopt again. I dont know if I can take it." I said to her, "Mom, wait until you meet him. He was totally worth it."
<br />And that explains it best....He was worth every bad day, every tear, every doubt...He was so worth it!
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<br />On really bad days I would call my caseworker MaryAnne and cry to her...and she would tell me that this will all be worth it. She was totally right. Before Gavin came I was at times a bitter and mean person. I was the person people hated to share happy news with. I could never go to baby showers and baby blessings...and if I did I would be fighting back the tears waiting until I could get my car and get the hell out of there. Gavin and the miracle of adoption has mended my heart! I say mended because I still get a little sad when women get pregnant so easily but now that sadness only lasts a second and then I cuddle my sweet baby! The baby I know I held in the pre-existence and put my faith in Heavenly Father to make sure he got to me.
<br />So would I do it again...if the result was as Awesome as Gavin....I totally would! I would do it all over again and wait double the amount of time. I love that baby more then I ever thought I could. I don't take one day for granted. I wake up every morning with a smile on my face so excited to see my little man! And the very very best part is that he is just as excited to see me!!
<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-2992303299327541092011-07-19T16:14:00.003-05:002011-07-19T16:22:54.600-05:00The Babies Room!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Can you imagine how much joy that brings me even just typing it....</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Last year I kind of gave up on ever having a baby and turned the empty room into a beautiful guest room...well only 1 year and 4 months later we found out we would <span style="font-size:180%;">finally</span> be getting a baby. So we started planning what we would want this room to look like. And if you know me...I don't do anything small. And even though I had been imagining this room for...oh 6 years..I actually started picking things out..that I could buy!!<span style="font-size:180%;"> No more dreamin!!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNYADw0ivN08S2tyk8yeYuPYsP27LAUETgfDLBFqc0qKgDHhGg6IuRDbQZbHNygoIWBLtkYGKoZ11WdWI01L-TVvOGvFq6hu1ex9BLkMcI2kPmf8j66nEWVuZDrs1pwaW2ZOR3EbyaGQ/s1600/IMG_4674blog.jpg"><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/AVvXsEhVNYADw0ivN08S2tyk8yeYuPYsP27LAUETgfDLBFqc0qKgDHhGg6IuRDbQZbHNygoIWBLtkYGKoZ11WdWI01L-TVvOGvFq6hu1ex9BLkMcI2kPmf8j66nEWVuZDrs1pwaW2ZOR3EbyaGQ/s320/IMG_4674blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631175183900926514" border="0" /></a><br />The bedding that inspired the color scheme...<br />Thank You Target!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgij5cHrCP8PcbcQiJXL_2nhzOfhOb8y1V0vnaJV2FD1GzCnw7aw0DGZtEDPIQdAA6PjaxhrJ8mlS0nj5L6LE9HjaUusTTiuAlGoYSGSy20Y4S1bUvcJFBGduV6Cn-KW80RJ-0YHg-HtOY/s1600/IMG_4659blog.jpg"><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/AVvXsEgij5cHrCP8PcbcQiJXL_2nhzOfhOb8y1V0vnaJV2FD1GzCnw7aw0DGZtEDPIQdAA6PjaxhrJ8mlS0nj5L6LE9HjaUusTTiuAlGoYSGSy20Y4S1bUvcJFBGduV6Cn-KW80RJ-0YHg-HtOY/s320/IMG_4659blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631175177846222370" border="0" /></a>My most <span style="font-size:180%;">favorite</span> room/project that I have <span style="font-size:180%;">EVER</span> done!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpGBKjRr3yfFU-sw655m-Yt2G-JnZvfK7MnfzlSco3sn1k03mH8ZtUF6no9YZqrQk2ABAXrKGUFUVTAwWsLNTiN4xX3s0uhuym9u_atPFvLYCXxLYLR1XMUf5S6r3yVuN7oghi7yrkbM/s1600/IMG_4663blog.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/AVvXsEjwpGBKjRr3yfFU-sw655m-Yt2G-JnZvfK7MnfzlSco3sn1k03mH8ZtUF6no9YZqrQk2ABAXrKGUFUVTAwWsLNTiN4xX3s0uhuym9u_atPFvLYCXxLYLR1XMUf5S6r3yVuN7oghi7yrkbM/s320/IMG_4663blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631175177948565522" border="0" /></a>This was easier then it looks...<br />And I can say that Morgan...because I painted the darn thing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUBcix75Z2S2FZB-0H-Im5ayFiN39Rb84lnOYwT2GhXDNgqiPpL_DqcCwVqk77YSH4VDLVkSdNc0RiwWkMmWGlNxDsdvY2a5mYhCHRzc-y0XPBIbuTAfF6jFV73HADkXNIIpkd6Ye0jI/s1600/IMG_4676.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiPUBcix75Z2S2FZB-0H-Im5ayFiN39Rb84lnOYwT2GhXDNgqiPpL_DqcCwVqk77YSH4VDLVkSdNc0RiwWkMmWGlNxDsdvY2a5mYhCHRzc-y0XPBIbuTAfF6jFV73HADkXNIIpkd6Ye0jI/s320/IMG_4676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631175172773612802" border="0" /></a>My most <span style="font-size:180%;">favorite</span> thing in this room....<br />the beautiful baby that occupies it!<br />Love him..Like <span style="font-size:180%;">crazy love</span> him!!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-24130449642731911452011-07-19T16:06:00.002-05:002011-07-19T16:13:51.031-05:00More images of Baby Room.....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhctRegEEegZAlpwd672hZERa3-SHriALEGgI2ZjxHlDTQZsxmKpCk0n95RSTFpTPIbDqFFOpVSSv2CmvBWS6n6MeB_xwAq8i36WyDsifgx5GWFiybRw5mfvGxrjwDlOLKMHFbh3F-mjwI/s1600/IMG_4666blog.jpg"><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/AVvXsEhctRegEEegZAlpwd672hZERa3-SHriALEGgI2ZjxHlDTQZsxmKpCk0n95RSTFpTPIbDqFFOpVSSv2CmvBWS6n6MeB_xwAq8i36WyDsifgx5GWFiybRw5mfvGxrjwDlOLKMHFbh3F-mjwI/s320/IMG_4666blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631173198698873794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This chair was given to me from My Grandparents that I</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">had recovered in a fabric that would match the room. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It is the most comfy chair...I find myself falling asleep in it..lots!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDeGDrFgGDbbG1uNtntRVrW6WUziUonk-opxJHxRkvvioOih8BMZfJ8dc4UmmtiazT8GOBRxPqJvI8Trr-x3h2WgkM_EdqC9ksHOQ1S5mEYcJkWd_fPBuofYDybZJnGhxyw3T1kZwnzE/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhTDeGDrFgGDbbG1uNtntRVrW6WUziUonk-opxJHxRkvvioOih8BMZfJ8dc4UmmtiazT8GOBRxPqJvI8Trr-x3h2WgkM_EdqC9ksHOQ1S5mEYcJkWd_fPBuofYDybZJnGhxyw3T1kZwnzE/s320/IMG_4667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631173196032452578" border="0" /></a>My favorite part of the room...<br />I see this picture every time I walk into this room.<br />So when I am feeding the babe at 2am I see her beautiful face...<br />and I am reminded why I am so blessed to be feeding that sweet baby!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBJl1ZPcgvP9hB4RumsXKNmkbpoF-AygCpBPn9WrbEJQpkeO3O3KGHeH0gqA3SF5EIohK0Lh49uHAZimSC9Y_m4ajasVT6HCvY4LbFmQ9noHTx76SHaM0Y_Cgmst9Tc2bwZHBFu-kQE0/s1600/IMG_4670blog.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/AVvXsEiSBJl1ZPcgvP9hB4RumsXKNmkbpoF-AygCpBPn9WrbEJQpkeO3O3KGHeH0gqA3SF5EIohK0Lh49uHAZimSC9Y_m4ajasVT6HCvY4LbFmQ9noHTx76SHaM0Y_Cgmst9Tc2bwZHBFu-kQE0/s320/IMG_4670blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631173191725982418" border="0" /></a>Dresser that we turned into a changing table as well!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvWel4VP7YprTGeGZNGedJgesXo9rKxNoxvHK5ptQLrWFi6smfegvJAoOyHQL4W0dqL59pjgL2uU1lwehuTQj4daF7mEDAynYtqgMHgej8HNQgjGG5622cK1_kvy5fWy2leabVWtT2eg/s1600/IMG_4672blog.jpg"><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/AVvXsEjkvWel4VP7YprTGeGZNGedJgesXo9rKxNoxvHK5ptQLrWFi6smfegvJAoOyHQL4W0dqL59pjgL2uU1lwehuTQj4daF7mEDAynYtqgMHgej8HNQgjGG5622cK1_kvy5fWy2leabVWtT2eg/s320/IMG_4672blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631173186999324338" border="0" /></a><br />This is a family portrait of Morg, Gavin and I...<br />My 6year old niece Peighton was the artist!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQsAlbte91AS3aTofDS0YD4aCDFaDKBK_VgDrCOOKfASOD8SCJGaZqQ0jNB6PnVM9zpnvQiGKQBLEdBM-j0ojb7ABxkW5OOBlGBcuQsXVz77_z2LITAbw8SJqzVuGNx0ja_3wgjDLILo/s1600/IMG_4673blog.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiXQsAlbte91AS3aTofDS0YD4aCDFaDKBK_VgDrCOOKfASOD8SCJGaZqQ0jNB6PnVM9zpnvQiGKQBLEdBM-j0ojb7ABxkW5OOBlGBcuQsXVz77_z2LITAbw8SJqzVuGNx0ja_3wgjDLILo/s320/IMG_4673blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631173180317829714" border="0" /></a><br />Re-used the frames I had in the guest room.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-24722826446873466102011-07-15T09:40:00.005-05:002011-07-15T11:59:43.231-05:00His Birth Story<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The day that changed my life...</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So the plan was set...when Erica went into labor she would call us to let us know. We would wait at home until she got closer to delivery. Well it was Tuesday and I was at work taking a nap (awesome) and my phone rang...with her name in BOLD letters.<span style="font-size:78%;"> Side Note: I was only taking a nap because the night before I was up all night passing a kidney stone. Yes, I am that tough...no ER even needed that time.</span> So I swiftly answer the phone all cool, like she is just calling to say HEEYYY! She informs me that her water has broke and she is on the way to the hospital. That was at about 1:30ish. So I jump up, run upstairs let my co-workers know and call Morgan. See he drove me to work because I was still doped up from the kidney stone and didn't think it was safe to drive. So Morgan picks me up and we head home. I want to shower and get cute so the first time I meet her family, my baby (not like he cares) I don't look like I had been napping at work.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And that is when the waiting began.... It felt like forever. We would get texts or phone calls to let us know that she was progressing or better yet NOT progressing. The hospital was behind and short staffed so they wouldn't do anything to speed up her labor. So we hung out....my friend Brittney came over to play games with us and help distract me from loosing my mind. What a task she had....Ya did Good Brit!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then at 3:15ish in the AM...my phone rings. It was finally that time. Morgan and I jump in the car camera in hand (<span style="font-size:78%;">Morg did ya check to make sure the battery wasn't dead?!@?!</span>). Off to Jordan Valley...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When we arrived we met her Dad who was waiting in the waiting room. Her step-mom had gone down to check her progress...when we hear her scream that its time!! We run down to the room just in time to see little Gavin come out. I actually didn't see anything...there were a lot of people and I kind of left my body for a second.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">He was born at 4:24 am...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We watched him get cleaned up, weighed and measured. Then the nurse asked..well it will be better if I put it in script form...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nurse: Are you the adoptive Mom?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Me: Yes</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nurse: Here is your wrist band.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(Side Note: the original plan was for her step-mom to get the second one because she would be spending most of the time in the hospital)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Me: Ummm...I think there is a mistake. I think ----- is getting one.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nurse: Is your name Brittney?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Me: Yes (last time I checked, still out of my body)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nurse: Then this is for you, I have been given instructions that you get this.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">That is when I returned to my body and started to loose it. This was a huge gesture from Erica and I was so excited.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then they gave Gavin to Erica and she wasn't feeling very awesome and was uncomfortable so she told them to give him to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I at first was reserved about it because we didn't want Erica to think that we were all about that baby. We wanted her to know that we were there for her and because we loved her. Well she insisted that it was ok...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gIQVolqN8K3LQ7QCu7lxQ4qH9nPr_PQTDzde0C4GjeI-1WZkHrriAEXgLHTSyUvm0207lYDaQZ_sByRk0gGiEh6RHkwRWtVo3Q-9zhcFiLn7sGg7cwmu6jisL5A2EbTi7ng5SwIL8eY/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gIQVolqN8K3LQ7QCu7lxQ4qH9nPr_PQTDzde0C4GjeI-1WZkHrriAEXgLHTSyUvm0207lYDaQZ_sByRk0gGiEh6RHkwRWtVo3Q-9zhcFiLn7sGg7cwmu6jisL5A2EbTi7ng5SwIL8eY/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629619261253826610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">That is when my life changed forever! I knew the second that I held him that he was mine! I knew that my Heavenly Father had found a way to get that baby into my arms! I wish I could describe the feeling that I had but I still can not find the adequate words.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcVqT22UyiJw2g2BvrvQF40UCsbOT671eT-D8KZQ6AcdVNM2A1RmccZsSMiXfEaklTdQ8pTQvUS8i-XWJ3ex3iF07edZ9LsNKFY2JfgO0XODHZ9tQBMC1cr9lfEZ0ystlTjW5Iz16nGE/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcVqT22UyiJw2g2BvrvQF40UCsbOT671eT-D8KZQ6AcdVNM2A1RmccZsSMiXfEaklTdQ8pTQvUS8i-XWJ3ex3iF07edZ9LsNKFY2JfgO0XODHZ9tQBMC1cr9lfEZ0ystlTjW5Iz16nGE/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629619952882087218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then the proud Dad held him and then we gave him to his Beautiful Birth Mom! We then left the room to give her some time...after a little bit we were able to go into the nursery with him and watch him be bathed and checked. We were in there for about an hour and a 1/2. During that time Erica was texting me saying, Britt can you believe your finally a Mama? I wish I could even begin to explain how much I love this girl.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then we took him back to the nursery for some Erica time!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We told her that we would only come back to the hospital if she wanted us to....that this was her time to be with him. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We got home..climbed into bed...and an hour later she called and told us to come back up.... :)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Placement happened the following Friday in the hospital. Placement is when the birth mom signs her relinquishment papers and we sign our papers. We did this in separate rooms and at the same time. I had not been able to see her that day and was so anxious to see her. I was excited for him..but just NEEDED to see her! I remember walking into the room and sitting right next to her on the bed. And we hugged with Gavin in between us. The world stopped for a couple of minutes. I have never felt the spirit so strong as I did in that room. The amount of Love was overwhelming. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We then all hugged and cried some more and some more. Then she was ready to leave...but not before she watched me attempt to change him. That was comical to say the least. We then hugged again and she left with her amazing family in tow. We couldn't leave yet because we had to watch this stupid video and his temp was 1 point below the normal. While we were waiting in the hospital she sent me the sweetest text messages. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We finally were able to take him home to our house which was full of family members...all so excited to meet him. So I thought the day he was born was the best day of my life...it wasn't. It was the day I got to take him home!</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-29336584715950608522011-06-27T20:40:00.003-05:002011-06-28T12:46:06.161-05:00How we met...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So where do I start....<br />Well I guess from the beginning...<br />On December 22nd we went to our friends house Eric and Amber to meet there new baby Mason. As we left Morgan and I got in the car and looked at each other...we gave a look like, who is going to have to say it first. And that "it" wasn't, I want a baby or when are we going to have a baby like it usually was...the "it" was, I am exhausted just watching them! It was then that we decided that if it was just going to be the two of us for the rest of our lives that...wait for it...we would be ok! It had taken us 6 years to even say the words let alone actually believe it....and we did believe it.<br />So there we were the next night December 23rd eating some dinner talking about what we needed to pack for our cruise, when I got a text. The text said...<br />Hi my name is Erica, heard that you want to adopt a baby?<br />It was at that point that I looked straight up and said, Lord you really do have a sense of humor.<br />Let me back up...about a month before my brother had called me at work and said that his co-worker had a friend that was wanting to place a baby for adoption. She had picked another couple but was feeling frustrated with them. My brother asked if he could give her some info about us. I had just finished our adoption blog and so I told him to give her that info and if she wanted to get a hold of us then he could give her my number. After that I immediately put it out of my mind...this had happened lots of times and nothing ever came from it so it was automatic for me to forget. Well after that Erica looked at our blog and wanted to meet us. My brother would only give her our info if she was 100% serious about this. He didn't want to get my hopes up for nothing...what a good brother I have!<br />So back to the text...<br />We started texting just little things and decided to meet for dinner when we got back from our cruise. On June 8th we meet at our favorite mexican restaurant Morelias. Well she knew what we looked like but we had no idea what she looked like. We walked in and there she was. They tell you when you start the adoption process that you will find YOUR birth mom. Well I had no reason to believe that until this point...I knew she was the one like I knew that I wanted to marry Morgan. Dinner was amazing..barely ate anything...it felt like we were having dinner with friends. At dinner she gave me ultra sound pictures of the little babe. (Earlier in the week she had called us to tell us that she had found out that it was a baby boy.) We didn't talk about any specific things we just told funny stories and tried to get to know each other. After dinner was over Morgan and I sat in the car and cried. The tears didn't come right away they came after a long silence. I sat there feeling so many emotions...emotions I still can not put into words.<br />We started texting almost every day, went bowling and Dr appointments. I was able to go to her 20 week ultra sound...sat there with my mouth wide open, completely amazed of what a miracle pregnancy was.<br />Erica became a part of our family, we still feel that way. Going through her pregnancy (well 26 weeks of it) with her was bitter sweet. She would send me the sweetest texts that would say, We both miss you..Gavin needs to hear his Mommy's voice. Heavenly Father carried us through this. It felt so natural...I truly felt that my Heavenly Father had brought her to me.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-1546701106750238012011-06-22T17:30:00.004-05:002011-06-22T17:36:03.220-05:00All Mine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHd_gjMmdiT6GU1ettrIXN90weTPs9n5naMaOnB1ctNESdgagp-g1FJsgNqhUAaFKakX9ByxDr8z_KllHRfFO9UT1cOmOI2fw6m9XTxLU0NkqoGcPvD_QL2gtsBC1Q2vzqOoBvkpq4Alo/s1600/IMG_4392a.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/AVvXsEjHd_gjMmdiT6GU1ettrIXN90weTPs9n5naMaOnB1ctNESdgagp-g1FJsgNqhUAaFKakX9ByxDr8z_KllHRfFO9UT1cOmOI2fw6m9XTxLU0NkqoGcPvD_QL2gtsBC1Q2vzqOoBvkpq4Alo/s320/IMG_4392a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621175329544595010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let me introduce our Son</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gavin James Thompson</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Born 06.08.2011<br />4:24 am<br />6 lbs 3 oz 19 in<br /><br />Officially joined our family<br />06.10.2011<br /><br />More posts coming very soon....<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-42319181386417872522011-05-09T22:47:00.003-05:002011-05-09T23:00:16.251-05:00The MOST stylish yard sale!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ladies, Friends, Family, Anybody that reads this blog....</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Morgan and I are having a Yard Sale to spread the word that...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >ADOPTION IS AN OPTION</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Thanks to my dear friend Eric for that slogan</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Yard Sale is this Saturday May 14th from 8am - 2pm</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Location:</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">8085 South Leslie Drive (3905 West)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Even though we are still taking donations for items we would also love to see you at the<br />Yard Sale</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There will be a lot of AWESOME items !</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There will also be a Bake Sale with lots of yummy treats!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thank You for all of your support!</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-70931364359785820432011-04-03T16:59:00.006-05:002011-04-03T20:29:07.438-05:00Paper Wreathe<div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So the other day I was surfing the web checking out some blogs and realized that...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1. People are really talented.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">2. Some people have a lot of time on there hands.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >And</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> 3. I can craft just as good <span style="font-size:78%;">(or better)</span> then other people!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So I decided to post my </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >FIRST </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">tutorial. I give you....</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >The Paper Wreathe</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The one below is the first one I ever made that was on top of my Christmas tree. I have made a couple sense then but decided to document the making of my last one.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VFa70YCVEeXybzsUi-UYO_fR4AS-VQdmk9s-Zh0vyuR3-6z03cuDXtCy12RuiJ62kE9XaR2NfYtElpGN6CoBmI5IUcs3ZqBDVEWREPOE9H1Vgc0qK18-4jOzlgskQv-dttzNfN6kAFU/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG"><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/AVvXsEh4VFa70YCVEeXybzsUi-UYO_fR4AS-VQdmk9s-Zh0vyuR3-6z03cuDXtCy12RuiJ62kE9XaR2NfYtElpGN6CoBmI5IUcs3ZqBDVEWREPOE9H1Vgc0qK18-4jOzlgskQv-dttzNfN6kAFU/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591481288062381474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So first what you need to do is gather your supplies:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Foam Wreathe: I purchased mine at the dollar store<br />5 sheets of 12 x 12 Scrapbook paper: It is muccho important to like both sides of the paper, because both sides are visible when the wreathe is completed.<br />1 pencil<br />Box of your basic fabric pins<br />And your choice of ribbon to hang wreathe<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqoh6Yc7qxpWiwEFIEAOP5W0tMyJAeEXLhzRteDbPEGwAtBgaIiRaIojNCtFiWpvZcFjwT_LEYMjcslJEv1J5y0CSZCbsU-yGf1GCPJlu4qlr5m66Wcl5ydoHehc1pD0ccyRzbjVxxCQ/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><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/AVvXsEinqoh6Yc7qxpWiwEFIEAOP5W0tMyJAeEXLhzRteDbPEGwAtBgaIiRaIojNCtFiWpvZcFjwT_LEYMjcslJEv1J5y0CSZCbsU-yGf1GCPJlu4qlr5m66Wcl5ydoHehc1pD0ccyRzbjVxxCQ/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591480864307208162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This project seems like it would take a lot of time...it really doesn't. I rolled all of the paper while I watched the movie Hairspray. And to actually complete the wreathe only took me 1 Greys Anatomy episode and 1 episode of Project Runway....Yes this is how I measure my time. It's just something simple you can work on while you catch up with your DVR.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The first thing you need to do is cut your paper. I cut the paper in the middle to give me<br />2--6 x 12 pieces. Then I cut the paper in strips that are 3/4 inches wide. After you have all of your paper cut...its time to roll. That's when I pour a pepsi (<span style="font-size:78%;">you can drink anything you want</span>) grab a bowl and start to roll. I use the bowl to put all of my curls in so they don't go everywhere. You want to roll your paper super tight: like below</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrKoC0BABdJiEt7NHTz4S1yhP-IPXIHqSDn6TsFWguoscFYlFfWZg_wA0M4SqaiaFluwDuctsDqIyz8H0SNG0yJBfdn_qjHxeQr44eX22wgMDWEERP6s2hVFCzfmHtCWJaPEGXFQneOc/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiRrKoC0BABdJiEt7NHTz4S1yhP-IPXIHqSDn6TsFWguoscFYlFfWZg_wA0M4SqaiaFluwDuctsDqIyz8H0SNG0yJBfdn_qjHxeQr44eX22wgMDWEERP6s2hVFCzfmHtCWJaPEGXFQneOc/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591486711237140466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then after I have all my paper rolled I start to assemble. Your paper will stay in the curl so you have to stretch it out so you have the shape that you want.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxGAZ_76I0wNIgNiqzRV2Lw4R9TDAqju71xSgzsGOuI4f3lTMMGD-7M1OkIIs5c6-QbJkUPVkD0rFMPgHpLaNqU_Rpcv_9NTq3_V-LCjRULY5eHXNTrpvW1cBCHyft3J0dL9hpfcdc1zk/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhxGAZ_76I0wNIgNiqzRV2Lw4R9TDAqju71xSgzsGOuI4f3lTMMGD-7M1OkIIs5c6-QbJkUPVkD0rFMPgHpLaNqU_Rpcv_9NTq3_V-LCjRULY5eHXNTrpvW1cBCHyft3J0dL9hpfcdc1zk/s320/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591487081497026818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I start pinning the paper in. I only use one pin in either end of the paper. I usually start on the outside edge and work in. It doesn't matter which way you start. Its easier to do one direction and then go another way but by the time you are done you will just be shoving in paper anywhere that needs it.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When you start to get toward the middle I will place the pin in the middle of the curl so it will lay flatter. This way is also good to fill in space.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-GA2iFG_WGcGwM0O00OTUUmLtgdScsInhG-PUL193C1ZNnsa8_WbqnAfaLUfcUEqpcKfDDR5zoeSnhIKOjtyUsVIE24XzPlHjPdxYvH3Jplz37F1e1uI02yeh01pC0ZAh0SVoYnKgHU/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><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/AVvXsEi1-GA2iFG_WGcGwM0O00OTUUmLtgdScsInhG-PUL193C1ZNnsa8_WbqnAfaLUfcUEqpcKfDDR5zoeSnhIKOjtyUsVIE24XzPlHjPdxYvH3Jplz37F1e1uI02yeh01pC0ZAh0SVoYnKgHU/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591480869111120306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When you have all of your paper pinned in...and make sure you go back and cover up any holes you left on the wreathe. The good thing is that this wreathe is very east to manipulate and shape the way you want it. I usually put my ribbon on first before I start pinning but it doesn't matter. I usually never do the back of this wreath because I want it to hang flat. If you have a door or window that you are hanging it on and will see the reverse then go ahead and do the back..you will probably need 3 extra sheets of paper. MAKE SURE...you can not see any of the wreath from the side...huge pet peeve!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And ta-da...Its so <span style="font-size:180%;">stinkin cute</span> when it is all finished!!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZ6QJ-df7jrzMGy1kJUnXzMIGhydNtR4DNVm83WVIH24wWPnjBkRuMqn_og6j_JDmD3kR57Jz7HohllwaAAcpDUBhS-OGsqsR74K5XKj3G4cjmjahyphenhyphen7n9x2TbKhtM9dA60bQ2nGj23d4/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhyZ6QJ-df7jrzMGy1kJUnXzMIGhydNtR4DNVm83WVIH24wWPnjBkRuMqn_og6j_JDmD3kR57Jz7HohllwaAAcpDUBhS-OGsqsR74K5XKj3G4cjmjahyphenhyphen7n9x2TbKhtM9dA60bQ2nGj23d4/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591480856089934306" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-7963161581663133642011-02-23T19:34:00.003-06:002011-02-23T19:50:21.823-06:00Dear Little Sister,<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I hope this is ok that I write this. I figure at least I am not writing it on your blog...(which I did write something, but I couldn't help it).</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I want you to know that you have gone through something terrible. My biggest fear! I always wanted to be pregnant so badly...but...I always feared what would happen if I lost that baby. You my sister deserve nothing like this!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I have to admit..when you told me you were pregnant...I was Happy...but I was sad! I was jealous...and now I feel so guilty. When Mom told me that you would loose this pregnancy, this baby that you have wanted for so long...my heart is completely broken for you!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">If I could bare this pain for you...I would!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I do know how much you have wanted this....and you will have it! I know how hard it is to see that right now...trust me...but you will. This just has to happen for you!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I wonder sometimes why we are given certain trials and why we are supposed to experience things...I don't know why! I do know that when we finally have our babies..we will cherish them! More then anyone could.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Little sister you are going to have this...not now...but you will! I love you and I wish there was something I could do....I would do it!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My caseworker once told me last year after Cassie changed her mind. She told me to be sad..take that time and really be sad but then..don't be. She said it like it was just so simple...don't be! I liked that she said, because no one can say the right things. Everyone will try and make you feel better and it won't work. Just know that this is REALLY crappy but you will get through it!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Man...all seriousness aside...what kind of drugs did Mom take to screw up our fertility so badly! :)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-19301186941986561772011-02-23T19:23:00.002-06:002011-02-23T19:33:56.264-06:00LOVE<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">So the other day I was looking at my beautiful niece Rorie who just turned 8 and I got very emotional. This little girl has been in my life sense she was born....Mind you she was 2 when we got married but I held her as a newborn (so it counts).<br />This was Rorie the day we got married...LOVE<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTy4dsCDhufQq_TEENnHJzUM9wvl1tLA08Tly7nYj6HMfGsBNbK6qnTxNv5FEbG1v-x9YcsqJ6k6tROABcu5LxGBqn3LsMKU_JZ04814ZUu25eiDmQg6giEc_RKl1eG3N3Yo_Q88Mgjo/s1600/IM001251.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjlTy4dsCDhufQq_TEENnHJzUM9wvl1tLA08Tly7nYj6HMfGsBNbK6qnTxNv5FEbG1v-x9YcsqJ6k6tROABcu5LxGBqn3LsMKU_JZ04814ZUu25eiDmQg6giEc_RKl1eG3N3Yo_Q88Mgjo/s320/IM001251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577061628678117314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This was Rorie a couple of months ago...Yes her and her uncle are texting on there phones!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Look at how tall she is, how grown-up she looks!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hgLiiFW_O384-1SUwTkMyYrzjkK9snwASrVnuGuAQI0PWw6X3YgrFY7kZxMr2pVoRO9-o6pejvs5uzY2MYGqf2S1GoVgNoacHfJaZ4_a1PF8wum3DWNitiiJv8tMJ748afFhMioQERA/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><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/AVvXsEj2hgLiiFW_O384-1SUwTkMyYrzjkK9snwASrVnuGuAQI0PWw6X3YgrFY7kZxMr2pVoRO9-o6pejvs5uzY2MYGqf2S1GoVgNoacHfJaZ4_a1PF8wum3DWNitiiJv8tMJ748afFhMioQERA/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577061623626784674" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I love this little girl so much and really want her to stop growing. She used to call me Brin-tee! She calls me Aunt Britt now, which is just as cute but I don't like that she is getting older.<br />I am so blessed to have these little girls in my life and would do absolutely anything for them!<br />Getting older sucks!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-65421108333377890322011-02-14T15:52:00.005-06:002011-02-14T16:19:01.261-06:00Happy Anniversary House<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We moved into our house <span style="font-size:180%;">TWO</span> years ago today.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It was snowing and freezing but it was Awesome!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So I thought I would share some before and afters of some things that</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">we have done. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">They are not in a very good order...the stupid post uploader thing was being retarted!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So here goes...<span style="font-size:180%;">Our Home</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our Office...this picture was 1 day after we moved in.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What a Mess!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtmMyCSZWpuE5-AwHUqeB33bECRgHtTwp5gwBs1Wg0vozZ5MGEyLkNE5Tj-8Dn-IwlflwAWbihmsxtFrSnGALUrct8T78hy_CSofzcYgD3GHwOJJ-HbUdOMAxnDEYefEaI0rSacG4EUc/s1600/IMG_2002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtmMyCSZWpuE5-AwHUqeB33bECRgHtTwp5gwBs1Wg0vozZ5MGEyLkNE5Tj-8Dn-IwlflwAWbihmsxtFrSnGALUrct8T78hy_CSofzcYgD3GHwOJJ-HbUdOMAxnDEYefEaI0rSacG4EUc/s320/IMG_2002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668833121992962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Now</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Kind of...This was about a year ago. I have changed it up a little bit.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU-Qfm3OwsxGe0UmG7-ZMT4ztehyphenhyphenHBID5ZUOiFzzRDY4KWbf5we20W-8j-fZIxp0fG21-NA_izUQIPCwkPtTyfwqFu7hlOJMe3JPzgNNoXFfoW4A15SoikCzffSizlPe_FvhepfecWng/s1600/IMG_2321.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU-Qfm3OwsxGe0UmG7-ZMT4ztehyphenhyphenHBID5ZUOiFzzRDY4KWbf5we20W-8j-fZIxp0fG21-NA_izUQIPCwkPtTyfwqFu7hlOJMe3JPzgNNoXFfoW4A15SoikCzffSizlPe_FvhepfecWng/s320/IMG_2321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668838418569330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our Bedroom</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNs33l2qaHYudyZ9BjO9HM6OOkdP537VnRXOznUCVi1YGRneMyqGAB6-KXlC9BzI4Bxpt5VRGlfJOKd_ld7zcAA82SkmfLEjzilrtw7VnBVGsAQzguNIKgm9Z4jx705Y3AkfPEWCV6O8/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNs33l2qaHYudyZ9BjO9HM6OOkdP537VnRXOznUCVi1YGRneMyqGAB6-KXlC9BzI4Bxpt5VRGlfJOKd_ld7zcAA82SkmfLEjzilrtw7VnBVGsAQzguNIKgm9Z4jx705Y3AkfPEWCV6O8/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668822183263890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our Bedroom Now</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTVIoL3UHwGiYK1O5dIFxugdPexgt0s-12qn7MFTC-fIrFdPU-plZowvp8XH0h9SknPyrN6MDjJHaRcA5Xix0XMp4sWYaLtXe4tBPXHv-RJv1CAnQ87MZOoV6weCRanPTD4NdOyLUzg4/s1600/IMG_3692.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTVIoL3UHwGiYK1O5dIFxugdPexgt0s-12qn7MFTC-fIrFdPU-plZowvp8XH0h9SknPyrN6MDjJHaRcA5Xix0XMp4sWYaLtXe4tBPXHv-RJv1CAnQ87MZOoV6weCRanPTD4NdOyLUzg4/s320/IMG_3692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668813200172242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWVisOGsoxRWfCnNqa17rdZEnrfCUK8StMRSvGD58CK4w6lPSn8WvUadbcT2ze_zdd_JVKhj9bSaxetz_nb9OZwXf27fUuQftg2Tcl_-cxu7r7Q4pPCHyFlY8OfGduENfL0IzszkAc4w/s1600/IMG_3691.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiPWVisOGsoxRWfCnNqa17rdZEnrfCUK8StMRSvGD58CK4w6lPSn8WvUadbcT2ze_zdd_JVKhj9bSaxetz_nb9OZwXf27fUuQftg2Tcl_-cxu7r7Q4pPCHyFlY8OfGduENfL0IzszkAc4w/s320/IMG_3691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668808977075170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Guest Bedroom</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iqUPvvrFBD38mK8MYaqECpaV5gZPrHmDGG1nWXFNrPgFLtkxbPK4-U0knSt7LCuveBSCEF1Gzzm8TnwX8OzmF5lq9eRAay9cp1zfpQre0iZ2pvojFM-wABst6JN_3Z2KfBoBkNCP8jE/s1600/IMG_2003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iqUPvvrFBD38mK8MYaqECpaV5gZPrHmDGG1nWXFNrPgFLtkxbPK4-U0knSt7LCuveBSCEF1Gzzm8TnwX8OzmF5lq9eRAay9cp1zfpQre0iZ2pvojFM-wABst6JN_3Z2KfBoBkNCP8jE/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668173843285186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Guest Bedroom Now</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdP225skMXw_f31u9ZvINBEOJwaD-AkIn1YeqXEhyphenhyphenvgcjCEMU9lYKyAr2WhI4xzuHB0gkBH7itikOCeeUWEWK9BTuq9J5rndVx4L9QNIcR2PiRGZ9ZWtGn-o0tCTMYc3q-j8wLHof6Ek/s1600/IMG_2433.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdP225skMXw_f31u9ZvINBEOJwaD-AkIn1YeqXEhyphenhyphenvgcjCEMU9lYKyAr2WhI4xzuHB0gkBH7itikOCeeUWEWK9BTuq9J5rndVx4L9QNIcR2PiRGZ9ZWtGn-o0tCTMYc3q-j8wLHof6Ek/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668174463602050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Kitchen/Dining Area</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0ZbmpC_27BYC8U-uttvCVSEvcbxuDqWMNugOS6mfiw26deJYhES-6nt-Mg-wk8FcysIZEzge3ppDXC6PcmO_KTIlrT2oXoE_4-v-x_NU4d76GGK6zMZEWJ2NVsMIVDyazVmG5KLzX4s/s1600/IMG_1991.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0ZbmpC_27BYC8U-uttvCVSEvcbxuDqWMNugOS6mfiw26deJYhES-6nt-Mg-wk8FcysIZEzge3ppDXC6PcmO_KTIlrT2oXoE_4-v-x_NU4d76GGK6zMZEWJ2NVsMIVDyazVmG5KLzX4s/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668160717722082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Kitchen/Dining Area Now</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We have BIG plans for this space!</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4E3i3KBPdlqhlREbFZCvV5qa6I83fVvFhMmoyKbqk9YTrJO0VEUM_S56lwIh_1F1w5dSZLMjGWUSg5w88rZmeoj4aUxOUbII16X0qHLjDNMJz25t8bA8J0UkFi8S2hJ6fktAlO_AZAI/s1600/IMG_3687.jpg"><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/AVvXsEi-4E3i3KBPdlqhlREbFZCvV5qa6I83fVvFhMmoyKbqk9YTrJO0VEUM_S56lwIh_1F1w5dSZLMjGWUSg5w88rZmeoj4aUxOUbII16X0qHLjDNMJz25t8bA8J0UkFi8S2hJ6fktAlO_AZAI/s320/IMG_3687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668165232354514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOL9TLCM9HS6eY6ogs_Kpd3W5sLcrS3I6bVr1KiuYstT0iWdNzRZr0AIf8jqOXN0VhgAmTlVT4r118l_n_4wyt-SFI6JF-w1Sf0bn-cftEFLZ5xbyhckJ448UPzZ1jBDt4qbzss2deJRk/s1600/IMG_3686.jpg"><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/AVvXsEiOL9TLCM9HS6eY6ogs_Kpd3W5sLcrS3I6bVr1KiuYstT0iWdNzRZr0AIf8jqOXN0VhgAmTlVT4r118l_n_4wyt-SFI6JF-w1Sf0bn-cftEFLZ5xbyhckJ448UPzZ1jBDt4qbzss2deJRk/s320/IMG_3686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573668165191662930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Living Room Then</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I still cant believe I didn't even arrange the pillows...So ashamed!</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1B0Ro5LxVOIkDp7EqsURclhMZUYrge0P6bzZl9Pc3Rqpe9NFoh0Or9XGC67loEXMHwm6GgI2rKwmp-XTaruG94-_hyC-xmvHgwWvCIDpgawz4597D5QKrwT7RPXsG9hcC6Z547PTNhxI/s1600/IMG_1989.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1B0Ro5LxVOIkDp7EqsURclhMZUYrge0P6bzZl9Pc3Rqpe9NFoh0Or9XGC67loEXMHwm6GgI2rKwmp-XTaruG94-_hyC-xmvHgwWvCIDpgawz4597D5QKrwT7RPXsG9hcC6Z547PTNhxI/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667681256024402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Living Room Now</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqN7UqSI_FBDKc78obkWBqsgPGAXcsiBF4rBhDoQf1YYeXdWPUY44fPeqxjKmEFCKzFO1Ks4_WtD1Qy1clpAnY8vV_qTM4ykdboxYuuidBIKQ-UJH58hD5-Wh91FV3jyNW-um4y9UzmY/s1600/IMG_3685.jpg"><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/AVvXsEggqN7UqSI_FBDKc78obkWBqsgPGAXcsiBF4rBhDoQf1YYeXdWPUY44fPeqxjKmEFCKzFO1Ks4_WtD1Qy1clpAnY8vV_qTM4ykdboxYuuidBIKQ-UJH58hD5-Wh91FV3jyNW-um4y9UzmY/s320/IMG_3685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667153022768322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Entry/Stairway Then</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoC8Ij_Zn1DuXHWNU26Z7dbRsbkvKEVX_CljgPvAZ_kZ6zIMV_AdXK9HtoUSNb2Z3sm1SR5ePgJCBfZTlg2vNLZ0E_3uiNkNVbGHCLvzlafOnk4oqeCjtE1j9kRrsw5-Uy3637eFE1T8/s1600/IMG_1995.JPG"><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/AVvXsEiHoC8Ij_Zn1DuXHWNU26Z7dbRsbkvKEVX_CljgPvAZ_kZ6zIMV_AdXK9HtoUSNb2Z3sm1SR5ePgJCBfZTlg2vNLZ0E_3uiNkNVbGHCLvzlafOnk4oqeCjtE1j9kRrsw5-Uy3637eFE1T8/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667147941521074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkIqEA-msbsPcVPpcOXfyrEC2XoU53yT-fLR6NMituCTfGTS-EDXkJ1sp75WDMFj82TYA9NpfRL9motUmAAEyibprYkAFvniGUPy35zflluno9oFXruN1ABJX0Pd2VTU4tPHBBQUK5Xc/s1600/IMG_1997.JPG"><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/AVvXsEhAkIqEA-msbsPcVPpcOXfyrEC2XoU53yT-fLR6NMituCTfGTS-EDXkJ1sp75WDMFj82TYA9NpfRL9motUmAAEyibprYkAFvniGUPy35zflluno9oFXruN1ABJX0Pd2VTU4tPHBBQUK5Xc/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667132951536322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Entry/Stairway Now</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWaROjDQjUWmf8FUXFZk0clUuoqYc5TtM00xdWRS5LrMcRmV4rwJuF9DufO5FwvcsDWpKbp-r1DjPZ9P3N_bAuSkplcmQq3Zqf16w07tdtPeG4bOAYVSNg6J8qPWoYDO3ZNaqqtc3Peo/s1600/IMG_3690.jpg"><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/AVvXsEjFWaROjDQjUWmf8FUXFZk0clUuoqYc5TtM00xdWRS5LrMcRmV4rwJuF9DufO5FwvcsDWpKbp-r1DjPZ9P3N_bAuSkplcmQq3Zqf16w07tdtPeG4bOAYVSNg6J8qPWoYDO3ZNaqqtc3Peo/s320/IMG_3690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667130263235410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6wLJ8I6JUvDTXWnJ2sMeSAtHG7n-NQOtW1YFE1N5UaAPrY7Ih6O2B-OhGjNEOEjBZ1tj1JAJK8PLR3vGVOBRNn4ImnErqwuAlBbJJeoZn1kdd2jCssLJXSoU6v5-WaMfy_KDzJP7qA0/s1600/IMG_3688.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6wLJ8I6JUvDTXWnJ2sMeSAtHG7n-NQOtW1YFE1N5UaAPrY7Ih6O2B-OhGjNEOEjBZ1tj1JAJK8PLR3vGVOBRNn4ImnErqwuAlBbJJeoZn1kdd2jCssLJXSoU6v5-WaMfy_KDzJP7qA0/s320/IMG_3688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573667140799758578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So all in all we have done quite a bit..I think.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Taking it one room at a time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We were so terrified to buy a house...thinking what if...and what if this...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and What if you lost your job?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Well we have managed to get through all of those What if's!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And we added two little dogs to the mix.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-68824077535523544072011-02-12T17:08:00.002-06:002011-02-12T17:20:48.263-06:00To My Valentine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCy3lBY9xZcPH3BJdXoXVi3ZRE952V57h8CTmxrmjX5IuFZO_41MWjRpwLgUlpjLOucG5nLgFg483CthtExBnoBx98h970Q_S6cnwubWUhhI1ScIPWkaNGKgQY0K1L3x0IfocWFeA8PU4/s1600/DSC00073.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCy3lBY9xZcPH3BJdXoXVi3ZRE952V57h8CTmxrmjX5IuFZO_41MWjRpwLgUlpjLOucG5nLgFg483CthtExBnoBx98h970Q_S6cnwubWUhhI1ScIPWkaNGKgQY0K1L3x0IfocWFeA8PU4/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572944412810879746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >This is Morg and I in Cabo over the Christmas break in front<br />of Lovers Beach, thought it would be appropriate</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Let me apologize for 2 lovey dovey posts in a row..gag! </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I however did not write the last...My blog was taken over! </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Isn't he so cute!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This Valentines my Heart is FULL of love and gratitude!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am so in Love with my husband and I am so grateful for him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I truly married my best friend and it is that friendship that was started</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">11+ years ago that has help sustain our marriage.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We have been on a roller coaster of ups and downs in our marriage and I don't</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">know what I would do if I didn't have my best friend to hold on to. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Morgan James Thompson...Thank you for loving me!<br />You are such a wonderful husband and I don't give you half the credit you deserve.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thank you for helping me to see the humor when I feel the humor is lost!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am so happy with where our lives are right now and I want you to know that</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">you mean the world to me!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Heavenly Father sure knew what he was doing those 7 years ago.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I Love You!!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">xoxoxox</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Happy Valentines Day Everybody!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thank You all for reading my blog and your support!</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-61701312685839256872011-02-07T19:18:00.002-06:002011-02-07T19:22:02.374-06:00My Friend...Bekah has come up with a fantastic idea!! She is going to go on 30 dates before her 30th birthday. On said birthday she will bring with her a guy who stood out among all of the others. Kind of like a small version of the Bachelor for active Mormons.<br />I don't really now any single guys her age so I am asking for your help! Her blog which will be documenting all dates is...<a href="http://www.beks30in30.blogspot.com/">http://www.beks30in30.blogspot.com/</a><br />I love this girl and think she is super cute, FUN and all around a good catch!<br />So spread the word!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-33789784025986095272011-01-26T18:48:00.002-06:002011-01-26T19:16:51.876-06:00Why Brittney Will be an Awesome MomHello everyone its my first blog in a long while. I just wanted to get my thoughts out there, but don't take this blog as hinting at anything or maybe you can (wink..wink). I love my wife and knew that when I married her I would have a good mother on my hands. Here is a list of why I think this:<br /><br />1. Number one she is the most caring and thoughtful person I know.<br />2. Though sometimes it may be difficult, she loves everyone including me. I think she may even like our new dog Lucy.<br />3. She has the Magna scrappyness to whip some kids into shape. (I am not hinting at corporal punishment or anything, but she won't take any crap)<br />4. If we have girls they will always look pretty, because Brittney always takes the time to look beautiful every time she gets ready for the day.<br />5. She will support our children no matter what, because she has done that for me while I have done school for about half of my life. I can see the light though.<br />6. Obviously the kids will always be clean.<br />7. Most importantly our kids will have beautiful rooms, because she has some design chops.<br /><br />This list could go on and on, but I just wanted to say that I am excited to raise children with her and can't wait for that to happen. Love you baby!! XOXOXOXOXUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-80752878939150374052011-01-06T20:03:00.003-06:002011-01-06T20:06:09.449-06:00Yard Sale!So this year I am starting early in this request. I thought it would be a perfect time because most people de-clutter after the new year...right?? Anywho...Morgan and I will be having another yard sale in May to save some extra money for our adoption fees. If you have anything you would like to donate...(It would be much appreciated). We did pretty good 2 years ago.<br />Anything will help!<br />Thanks my peeps!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My New Year Resolution was to talk more like a gangsta...made some I could actually reach this year :)</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Word!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-48644976287550472062010-11-29T00:14:00.002-06:002010-11-29T00:19:04.650-06:00Ok...Now I am begging!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I don't know if it is just a lack of people blogging these days..or what.... But I am begging, pleading and </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >desperately</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> asking all of my friends and family who looks at this blog to </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >PLEASE</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> add our button that connects people to our adoption blog! It is so</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" > important</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> to us and I worked really hard on that blog! </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >Many</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> of you also have friends that have very </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >HIGH</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> traffic on there blogs and that would be</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" > Awesome</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> if they saw our button on your blog and then wanted to do the same! </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >Please</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">....If you have ever thought to yourself for just a second how lucky you are to be a parent..please </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >help</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> me become one! </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-83418043757884949952010-11-07T20:35:00.003-06:002010-11-07T20:41:48.015-06:00Adoption Blog<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hello Blogger Friends!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(Dezi...it was so nice to see you on Saturday!) </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I have<span style="font-size:180%;"> finally </span>created a <a href="www.morganandbrittneyadoption.blogspot.com">blog</a> dedicated for adoption purposes. I have added a link on the side that will take you there. <span style="font-size:180%;">PLEASE </span>add to your blog and ask others add it to there's. We so <span style="font-size:180%;">appreciate</span> all of the help we can get. Morgan and I feel so <span style="font-size:180%;">extremely</span> blessed in our lives and have so many wonderful people in our lives. We have<span style="font-size:180%;"> waited</span> a very long time for a baby and really want this to be the year. It is so hard to have everyone know everything but...its about the process. We <span style="font-size:180%;">dream</span> about the day we will be placed with a baby through the<span style="font-size:180%;"> MIRACLE</span> of adoption. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">PLEASE</span> help us and ask others to help us. There are thousands of couples that want to adopt and the best way to find your birth mom is to <span style="font-size:180%;">network!!</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thanks Again!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">the link is...</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="www.morganandbrittneyadoption.blogspot.com">www.morganandbrittneyadoption.blogspot.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2334600341111264160.post-26812228946852840212010-10-19T20:29:00.002-05:002010-10-19T21:09:44.045-05:00My Cutter ShowDoes anyone know what I mean by cutter show? If not I will explain....<br />A cutter show is a TV/Movie Program that you watch and it makes you want to cut your wrists, pop your eyeballs out, throw heavy and sharp objects at the TV. Usually people close to you know what your cutter show is and when they walk into the room and catch you watching it they say, "<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Seriously Brittney, Why are you watching this again</span>?</span>" Well that might just be what I hear but others "Might" understand what I am talking about.<br />Well now that I have explained that.....I am about to announce my cutter show...<br />in 3....2.....1.....<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Teen Mom</span><br />on MTV<br />I am <span style="font-size:180%;">obsessed</span> with this show....obsessed might not really cut it. On Thursday we were playing with our nieces the flower shop game (explanation later). Well Morgan and I acted out an entire scene from Teen Mom and the nieces had no idea what we were talking about. They did think we were so funny though.<br />Teen Mom is a reality show that follows the lives of teenagers that were first on 16 and Pregnant and it has now been 2 years and they are now 18 and 19.<br />Well I would like to take this time to address them personally....(I know I am crazy, you do not need to tell me.)<br /><br />Dear Caitlin and Tyler,<br /><br />I have to list you first because you are my most <span style="font-size:180%;">very very</span> favorite!! You two are wiser beyond your years. As a woman who prays everyday to adopt a baby, I wish that EVERY teenager in America would watch a full hour of you both. I am so proud of the choices you have made and have watched you both grow into the most wonderful, responsible people! Your little Carly will be grateful everyday for the choices you made!<br />When I watch the way your Mom treats you Caitlin it makes me want to move you here, put you in my guest bedroom and hug you everyday!<br />I cried and cried when I watched your reunion with Carly and her adoptive parents. They have so much gratitude for you both. You both have changed there lives and they will forever love you!!<br /><br />Dear Maci,<br /><br />It was sad to watch your break-up and I am sad that you moved away from your family and friends just to have your heart broken. You are such a good little Mom. Out of You, Farrah and Amber you are by far the best little Mom. I hope you and Ryan can co-parent together and create a happy environment for Bently.<br /><br />Dear Farrah,<br /><br />When you are reading a 4 page letter to your one year old daughter and she looses interest...<span style="font-size:180%;">DO NOT GET MAD AT HER</span>. She is only one! I would tune you out after the first page and I am 29! I know you try very hard but you can not quit therapy. You need therapy! Your Mom is a little crazy, I will give you that. But C'mon...Be Nice!! And for the love!!...Please stop calling your Dad by his first name.<br /><br />Dear Amber,<br /><br />You are such a <span style="font-size:180%;">MESS</span>! If I knew where you lived I would drive there and offer you every penny I have to let me adopt your daughter! The fact that you freaked out at Gary because he didn't want your stranger boyfriend changing Lea's diaper pretty much explains it all. Get off the freaking couch and play with your poor, cute, beautiful daughter . When I see her crying at the door and I see you yelling at her (from the couch) to stop....well...(that is the point I want to cut myself, throw something, pop my eyeballs out)<br />I could dedicate a entire post just to you...but...I am a classy lady! I actually have to stop thinking about you because I am getting so mad!!<br /><br />So there you have it....judge away. I don't even care!<br />Thank You <span style="font-size:180%;">MTV</span> for putting such quality programs on TV. Especially though my husband Thanks You!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3