tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25890220629832690952024-03-12T21:53:08.116-07:00Our JourneyPaschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-54511267106530444992009-08-10T05:56:00.000-07:002009-08-10T06:05:26.956-07:00A NEW CHAPTERSo today Carter and I are leaving Gabe with a sweet new friend from our church here in Norman, and we are venturing our way up to Edmond for an interview.<div><br /></div><div>About 6 months ago we began the process of adopting a baby. When we started we were in the International program, but a couple months later I had a miscarriage and the Lord used that time in our lives to change some things for us. So a couple months later, we pulled out of the International program and are now trying to decide what Domestic program we want to go with.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today we have an interview with a very small agency in Edmond and on Thursday evening we have an orientation with a fairly large agency in OKC. We started the process of our home-study about two weeks ago, and are currently trying to complete all of that paperwork. We couldn't be more thrilled about what the Lord is doing in our lives and the new chapter that is opening up for us. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please pray with us and for us, that the Lord opens and closes doors that are obvious for us to follow and that we are obedient in every step of this journey! Also I would ask you to pray for this baby that is waiting for us, whether it be born already or yet to be born...that he/she would be kept safe from harm and from the reality that this world has become; and pray for the birth mother that the Lord would bless her for making the most difficult decision a mother could ever make and that she would practice good choices while carrying her baby!</div><div><br /></div><div>I know that that was a lot! I appreciate all of you...and love you! </div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-13469031911743322862009-07-09T15:24:00.001-07:002009-07-09T15:30:05.893-07:00ZUMBA!!So about a month ago I finally took the plunge and joined the gym!<div>And I am so so glad that I did! I am more than ready ( like 5 months ago ready) to loose the rest of this pregnant weight, which I am afraid I can't really say that now considering my boy is 14 months old! </div><div>I have been going about 4 or 5 times a week and have really been enjoying my time there, I feel so good by the time I am done, and do not know why I didn't start this sooner! I take Gabe to the nursery, he doesn't love it when I drop him off but by the time I pick him up he always has a smile on his face and is playing with the other kids; plus there is one lady who is always there during the week and she loves on Gabe, so I trust that he will be fine!</div><div>Last Monday a friend and I went to a Zumba class there. Have any of you ever done one of these classes? Well if you have not let me just tell you it was SO MUCH FUN! I felt like I was 20, in college, and dancing with my girls. I loved it, i was not any good at it, but I loved it :)</div><div>I am getting ready to go right now and I am meeting a few of my friends there, and it is silly how excited I am to work out...ha!</div><div><br /></div><div>SOOO if you have a Zumba class near you... do it!!</div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-14287745872469550042009-06-17T07:32:00.000-07:002009-06-17T07:48:50.710-07:00Litany of Humility<div><br /></div>O Jesus, meek and humble of heart, <i>Hear me.</i><div>From the desire of being esteemed, <i>Deliver me , O Jesus.</i></div><div>From the desire of being loved, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus.</i></div><div>From the desire of being extolled, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus.</i></div><div>From the desire of being honored, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus.</i></div><div>From the desire of being praised, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the desire of being preferred to others, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus.</i></div><div>From the desire of being consulted, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the desire of being approved, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of being humiliated, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of being despised, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of suffering rebukes, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of being calumniated, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of being forgotten, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of being ridiculed, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus.</i></div><div>From the fear of being wronged, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div>From the fear of being suspected, <i>Deliver me, O Jesus</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>That others may be loved more than I,<i> Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it</i>.</div><div>That others may be esteemed more than I, <i>Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it</i>.</div><div>That in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease, <i>Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.</i></div><div>That others may be chosen and I set aside, <i>Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it</i>.</div><div>That others may be praised and I go unnoticed, <i>Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.</i></div><div>That others may be preferred to me in everything, <i>Jesus grant me the grace to desire it</i>.</div><div>That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should, <i>Jesus grant me the grace to desire it.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Charity</div><div>"<i>Charity is patient, is kind; charity does not envy, is not pretentious, is not puffed up, is not ambitious, is not self-seeking, is not provoked; thinks no evil, does not rejoice over wickedness, but rejoices with the truth, bears with all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (I Cor. 13:4-7)</i></div><div><i>To have charity is to love God above all things for Himself and be ready to renounce all created things rather than offend Him by serious sin. (Matt. 22:36-40)</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This has become an almost daily prayer for Carter and I. When we are reading it together I am afraid; I know that by speaking the words out loud I am admitting that I am ready for these things to be truth in my life, and what a life change that would be!!! </div><div>God may I be humble and prepare me to live only for You and die to myself...</div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-63322442608889281342009-06-10T08:55:00.001-07:002009-06-10T09:11:48.923-07:00Heaven to Me<div>My family went to Florida this past week and a half!</div><div>It was a wonderful trip and Gabriel loved the beach and the water!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is my and my little man enjoying the amazing weather!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZrqZ6MDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zYmAsier00w/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZrqZ6MDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zYmAsier00w/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730626852630578" /></a>Carter and Gabe one night on the beach...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZrZwcFLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1qB4cf5xJMA/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZrZwcFLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1qB4cf5xJMA/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730622383723698" /></a>Our little family<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZrBfHHAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yZjYUgQMf64/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZrBfHHAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/yZjYUgQMf64/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730615868595202" /></a>I am in love with this little boy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_Zq4DCTDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0A1QjFl-uqc/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_Zq4DCTDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0A1QjFl-uqc/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730613334920242" /></a>And what I would like to think Heaven looks like!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZqdbR33I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0K2RTP1l5b8/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Si_ZqdbR33I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0K2RTP1l5b8/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730606188846962" /></a><br /></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-4657861156667009552009-05-20T11:09:00.000-07:002009-05-20T12:33:55.376-07:00Birthdays and friends<div>So we moved to Norman almost 3 months ago...that seems unreal!</div><div>Well we have met some wonderful friends while living here!</div><div>Our neighbors are fabulous people and they have a 2 year old named Arya, he and Gabe love playing together and almost every evening you can find our two families sitting in our front yards spending time playing with our boys and enjoying each others company!</div><div>Below is a picture of Arya's mom, Manjew. She loves Gabriel and Gabe loves her, anytime he sees her he reaches for her...i love it!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ7g3DcsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hyn_ySpEpZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ7g3DcsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hyn_ySpEpZQ/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337972745122837186" /></a>Well my big boy turned ONE a couple of weeks ago!<div>I can not believe how fast the time has gone by. He is getting so big so fast! He is crawling ALL over the place, up stairs, into the bathtub, out the back door! We are having so much fun!</div><div>Here are a few pictures of Gabes birthday party!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here he is tuckered out and ready for a nap with my mom<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ7XKQWXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JOLA_F_gVxA/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ7XKQWXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JOLA_F_gVxA/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337972742519019890" /></a>Here he is trying on his new sun glasses:)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ7Dhgv5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pw3L7beUi7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ7Dhgv5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pw3L7beUi7Q/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337972737247854482" /></a>I mean no one ever say that my boy doesnt get excited about food...just like his momma:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ6xwAG-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L2xzLXf_Gjo/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ6xwAG-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/L2xzLXf_Gjo/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337972732476791778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ6kBS10I/AAAAAAAAAIk/nsuyenbcY80/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/ShRJ6kBS10I/AAAAAAAAAIk/nsuyenbcY80/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337972728791226178" /></a></div><div>We are so excited for the summer and loving this beautiful weather that we have been having!</div><div>Carter is officially done with work for the next 2 months so we are looking forward to being able to spend more time with each other and just enjoy our family!</div><div>We leave for florida next week and can not wait!</div><div>I hope that all of you are having a wonderful summer so far!<br /><br /></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-19315482932711849472009-05-05T06:20:00.000-07:002009-05-05T06:26:02.569-07:00perspectiveCarter and I found out that we were pregnant a couple of weeks ago. While we were pretty shocked we were also SO SO very excited!<div>Well yesterday I found out that I miscarried. I don't really know how to articulate the way that I was or am feeling, it was a sadness that can not be comforted, it just has to take its course. I felt, and still feel sad, confused, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointed,</span> and anxious. My heart hurts for this baby that Carter, Gabriel, and I will never know until we get to Heaven. It really just puts things into perspective for us.</div><div>So please excuse me if I am a little somber, somewhat not fun, and not very talkative for the next few days. I just need to be sad....</div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-17367821961598506782009-04-21T08:16:00.000-07:002009-04-21T08:20:20.886-07:00Like Mother Like Son<div>So it turns out that my son and I both like to scrunch our noses in pictures.</div><div>It is a horrible habit that I picked up years ago and I am currently trying to loose!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Se3jlCRUMQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mo2Tpw9vIoM/s1600-h/Photo+43.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Se3jlCRUMQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mo2Tpw9vIoM/s320/Photo+43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327164159653327106" /></a>BUT now my sweet Gabriel does it to! So maybe I will hold on to that habit for just a while longer:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Se3jk0NCe2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ji4lTvH5MD4/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Se3jk0NCe2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ji4lTvH5MD4/s320/Photo+44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327164155877292898" /></a>These pictures are for shan's project!! Can't wait to see you next week and take pictures with the four of us!Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-56535481639624381652009-04-06T12:20:00.000-07:002009-04-06T12:37:25.395-07:00WWIISo Gabe and I go grocery shopping for Carter's business...glamorous i know:)<div>We go to Walmart a couple of times a week and I fill 2 carts and have really gotten it down to an art! </div><div>One of the interesting things about this, are the people that we run into. It doesn't matter what state you live in, if you have a Walmart then you understand what I am talking about. Well today Gabe and I were just cruisin along shopping in the produce ( I had to buy 29 POUNDS of asparagus) and all of a sudden I hear this sweet old man ask another man if he was in WWII. </div><div>I took my time picking out the perfect green peppers ( my husband is ANAL about his produce :)) and I listened to their conversation.</div><div>Lets say their names are bob and dave.</div><div>Bob asked Dave if he was in WWII, he had seen Daves hat and it said WWII on it. Dave said yes, and his sweet little wife had a look of pride on her face that can only come from a wife who has experienced that kind of sacrifice and fear. Well Bob asked Dave what division he served in and where he served. They exchanged a few more words and then a hearty hand shake and went their separate ways. </div><div>Gabe and I went back to our produce shopping when all of the sudden I heard an older woman talking sweetly to my son. I turned to see who it was and it was Dave's wife. She was touching Gabriel's hand and telling him something that I could not hear. Then she looked up at me and said, "I sure hope that your son never has to go to war." And she smiled at me and walked back to join her husband.</div><div>I MEAN SERIOUSLY!!!!! I almost dropped my peppers and ran to give her a hug, all the while crying and never EVER letting go of my sweet precious boy; for fear that he might be taken off to war. It was just too much to handle. AHHH!</div><div>I mean who doesn't love old people, and then to top it off ones that love your baby and dont want them to go to war....</div><div>It was definitely a bright point in our day!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-35233072415565401992009-04-05T09:24:00.001-07:002009-04-05T09:24:14.239-07:00Sanders Look-alike Meter<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODk*ODU4NTcwOCZwdD*xMjM4OTQ4NjQwMTk2JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*yMGY1YzQzNjdiYzQ*OTZiYWRlMDM*YjZmYTJlNWY1NQ==.gif" /><a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"><img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/R/storage/site1/files/87/09/12/870912_4727254ead8d94hajsl224.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" ></a><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >Family tree</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy" >Genealogy</a> - <a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrities" >Celebrity</a> - <a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage" >Collage</a> - <a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph" >Morph</a>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-3172508526099823182009-03-22T15:22:00.000-07:002009-03-22T15:31:04.852-07:00See Kai Run Giveaway!So I found <a href="http://travelingwithbaby.wordpress.com/">Traveling with Baby</a> through a <a href="http://raisingconn.blogspot.com/">friends</a> blog and I got so excited when I saw the giveaway that was taking place at traveling with babies blog!<div><br /></div><div>See Kai Run is a fabulous line of shoes for your little one, seriously they are not only incredibly cute but they seem to be really well made and great for any babies little feet!</div><div><br /></div><div>Soooo go to <a href="http://travelingwithbaby.wordpress.com/">Traveling with Baby </a> and get yourself signed up to win a pair of these awesome shoes!!</div><div><br /></div><div>AND I am going to try and download Pictures of the new house tonight...i promise!</div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-71774682965862714152009-03-04T18:38:00.000-08:002009-03-04T18:57:35.113-08:00I couldnt resist<div>I know I am cheating BUT I just couldn't not let you have a peak at the sweetest 10 month old in the world!!</div><div>He is trying to get a peak at our dog, Duke, whom he loves:)</div><div>More later....enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-e8RkPJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-7b5abfH3T0/s1600-h/IMG_1044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-e8RkPJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-7b5abfH3T0/s320/IMG_1044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531186989907090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-eZdjklI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qocb9fQYiRc/s1600-h/IMG_1043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-eZdjklI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qocb9fQYiRc/s320/IMG_1043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531177644954194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-d3X72CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I6ZYt_eyTBA/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-d3X72CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I6ZYt_eyTBA/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531168494573602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-dUGZ16I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-u3DdVoia9U/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-dUGZ16I/AAAAAAAAAHc/-u3DdVoia9U/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531159025801122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-czwAkwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2Gc8bJf8_jo/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/Sa8-czwAkwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2Gc8bJf8_jo/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309531150341935874" /></a>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-76834503208730492442009-02-26T08:36:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:16:15.576-08:00Lent and Moving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SabNI8vPx4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/y6k-W7t6Mgk/s1600-h/Lent-Gospel-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SabNI8vPx4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/y6k-W7t6Mgk/s320/Lent-Gospel-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307154764529649538" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday started the 40 day season of Lent. I realize that this is mostly acknowledged in the Catholic faith and tradition, and even though I am not Catholic, my brother in-law is and my husband loves and respects the faith and traditions of Catholicism, so we partake. </div><div>Last year Carter fasted from food sun-up to sun-down....are you kidding me!!! I would be crying and nashing my teeth by the second day (which maybe that is a sign that I should do it, but we will work on that one for next year!) We are doing Lent together this year and we are both fasting from things that mean a lot to us. So I am here to say that one of the things that I will be fasting from is the computer, from Monday to Friday for the next 40 days. I think it will be really good for me; helping me to focus on what is important and the upcoming Easter Holiday. I am allowing myself to get on the computer on the weekends, I figure if I give myself a little designated time that I won't be so prone to screw up and cheat!</div><div>Carter and I are excited to observe this time, we are excited for our children to grow up and for us to do it as a family, and most importantly I know that Carter is excited because for him it means that we are one step closer to the faith that he loves and believes in so whole heartedly!</div><div><br /></div><div>So this is me and Gabe on the couch this morning at FIVE am... </div><div>My poor little man has another ear infection and some sort of virus, I am taking him to the doctor this afternoon! I feel like such a bad mom, I mean he has already had so many ear infections and this is his second virus; what am i doing wrong???</div><div>I really would like to keep him healthy for a good solid month, but that just doesnt seem to be happening. WHOA is me :)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SabFlLD9YbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i0KqMfyCATI/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SabFlLD9YbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i0KqMfyCATI/s320/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146453317935538" /></a><br />In other news we are moving tomorrow! I can not wait. It feels like this has been a long time coming, and I am so ready to get into our new house and make it our home! It is going to be a long weekend on top of an already v.e.r.y long week. With Gabe being sick, carter working 16 hour days (bless his heart!) and trying to get everything straightened out for the move, I may not make it out alive :)<div>If I do by chance make it out alive, I will try and post some pictures on Sunday!<br /><div><br /></div></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-10197890040963701832009-02-13T17:54:00.000-08:002009-02-13T18:23:18.549-08:00Post Partum???<div>The past two weeks I have been crying all of the time. This is no exaggeration, I cry every day and usually a few times a day. I don't typically break down and sob but I have to fight back tears and anything can trigger it. I mean am I having post partum NINE months later, or is there something emotionally wrong with me, I am definitely chemically off balanced or something. </div><div>But this little man, reminds me every moment of every day of God's grace and His goodness, that He is never failing, completely merciful, and full of love.</div><div>I love this face, and I can not get enough of this little man!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm6RYTwnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CEuaNbFdWbM/s1600-h/IMG_0978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm6RYTwnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CEuaNbFdWbM/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302468393814966898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm6EPcdvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lPA5ad-CyS8/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm6EPcdvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lPA5ad-CyS8/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302468390288127730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm55SilTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Br-SYdjj3N0/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm55SilTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Br-SYdjj3N0/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302468387348321586" /></a>SO I know that my little man is over nine months old, and therefore that means that I have had 9 months to get my body and my emotions back to normal....BUT seriously!!<div>My body is no where and I mean NO where back to normal, I still have weight to loose and when I look in a mirror it is not what I used to see. And I know that my body will probably never look the same, cause let's face it I did gain 60 pounds in a short period of time.... but PLEASE I wish I could just discipline myself a little more and just knock off those final pounds, very plural pounds!<br /><div> So I am MOST DEFINITELY stepping out on a limb here but this is me a few days before I gave birth to Gabriel, in all of my glory! And the funny thing is I actually miss it now. I did not love being pregnant I was sick most of the time, but I am ready to do it again, I know I am crazy.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm5_P7haI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mpm3T6FBCt8/s1600-h/P4210076.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SZYm5_P7haI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mpm3T6FBCt8/s320/P4210076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302468388947985826" /></a><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-33197419636910661312009-01-23T08:12:00.000-08:002009-01-23T16:22:03.170-08:00sweet sick baby and honeymoonSo the above picture is of carter and me on the beach on our honeymoon.<div>It wasn't exactly the best or most romantic honeymoon in history, so this picture is one of the few that we have where we look like we are enjoying ourselves....allow me to explain!</div><div><br /></div><div>First off (hopefully this won't offend anyone) the night of our wedding, while at the hotel, I started my period. That was just the beginning of our glorious week together as newlyweds. So no big deal we could work past that, we got to the most beautiful place in the world, Seaside, FL and the first night my husband wakes up throwing up. This lasted for about 2 days, he is a trooper so we still went to the beach and out to dinner even though he felt like death. The night that he finally was feeling better I woke up in the middle of the night throwing up, I then proceeded to throw up for the next 24 hours with my beautiful husband and best friend by my side and holding my hair. What a wonderful way to enter into marriage. So needless to say we were just ready to get home and to not be sick! In the airport on the way home I began to feel like I needed to pee every 2 seconds and by the time we landed in OKC I felt like my bladder was on fire...come to find out I had a serious UTI! </div><div>SO holy cow we would love to take another honeymoon in the near future, where we are both healthy and enjoying each other!</div><div><br /></div><div>My sweet baby boy had a small fever yesterday afternoon when we got home from going to the grocery store. I gave him some tylenol and he layed in my lap for the next 45 minutes just groaning and crying and in and out of sleep...it broke my heart! He finally was aleep enough for me to put him down and he slept for around 45 minutes. He woke up feeling better, so the rest of the evening went great. </div><div>Then around 2:45 last night he woke up crying and I went in to check on him and he was burning up! I took his temp and it was around 102, so I gave him some more tylenol and a bottle of juice and then rubbed a washcloth over his body to cool him down. He was up for the next 1 and a half hours and then finally calmed down and fell asleep. </div><div>This morning he has a low fever, he wouldnt nurse but he isnt too fussy and he is napping now.</div><div>So is he teething or does he just have a virus???? </div><div>I dont want my little gabester to be sick, ugghhhh i dont enjoy this part of mother-hood! </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and sorry for this modge podge post BUT we bought a house!!! We are very excited and cant wait to move in the end of february, you are all invited to come over!</div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-83240698919004127592009-01-15T07:13:00.000-08:002009-01-15T07:19:52.052-08:00SOLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SW9UD5yEFyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Cgm1iAoShOc/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SW9UD5yEFyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Cgm1iAoShOc/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291540513210767138" /></a><br />SO we did it, we sold our home! And now we are about to make the big move into Norman, and we are very ready and very excited! We looked at homes on Tuesday and now we are going again today, I am a bit more excited about the homes that we are looking at today, they just seem like more bang for our buck :)<div><br /></div><div>SO that is pretty much what is going on in our world, lots of changes, I dont even know how to begin to attempt packing up my house....THAT SCARES ME! Especially with an almost 9 month old rolling around and attempting to crawl around everywhere, I can no longer leave him in one place and expect him to still be there when i look back over in 30 seconds:) But I love him more and more everyday and I love this stage that he is in!</div><div><br /></div><div>God is SO good!</div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-25222853443921135632009-01-06T08:31:00.000-08:002009-01-06T10:51:50.340-08:00Merry Christmas and Have a Cheerio<div>Here are some pictures from the last couple of weeks!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOf-WuIMII/AAAAAAAAAE0/QoDATpybbHc/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOf-WuIMII/AAAAAAAAAE0/QoDATpybbHc/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246281062854786" /></a>Visiting Santa for the first time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOf91pffeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/irQmUqoKJn8/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOf91pffeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/irQmUqoKJn8/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246272185040354" /></a>Opening up Christmas presents with Nana...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOf9Z_8W6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/KrGtqva35Rc/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOf9Z_8W6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/KrGtqva35Rc/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246264763014050" /></a>Looking like a stud in his Christmas attire<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOYPO58HxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/svlzlGZGCz8/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOYPO58HxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/svlzlGZGCz8/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237774929665810" /></a>Christmas morning with mamma and daddy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOYO2V-LmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eXUNoClJvzI/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOYO2V-LmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eXUNoClJvzI/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237768336354914" /></a>Playing with cousins, olivia and travis<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOYOmshK4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vcxqbz2IW7s/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOYOmshK4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/vcxqbz2IW7s/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288237764135955330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWoayvUgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nxF5DSayGbc/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWoayvUgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nxF5DSayGbc/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288236008594166274" /></a>Gabe chillin in his new chair with his cousin Elijah <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWnj-sZBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JyjOnmEpltU/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWnj-sZBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JyjOnmEpltU/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288235993880355858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWnCq4aDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/F2HofglwKgo/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWnCq4aDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/F2HofglwKgo/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288235984938887218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWmhODcMI/AAAAAAAAADs/nDSGZetMuyc/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWmhODcMI/AAAAAAAAADs/nDSGZetMuyc/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288235975959605442" /></a>And I had to throw this in there, this is my AMAZING new vacuum...its a Miele if you dont have one seriously go buy one:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWmRreMuI/AAAAAAAAADk/lKqVNgGEPMA/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SWOWmRreMuI/AAAAAAAAADk/lKqVNgGEPMA/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288235971788026594" /></a>And this is Gabriel's new jumparoo which he loves!<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hello my blog friends! I have taken quite the hiatus from all things "computer" these past 3 weeks. Carter and I have both decided that having a child at Christmas makes a lot more work and not quite as much "play" as we are used to:)<div><br /></div><div>We had a fabulous Christmas with lots of sweet family time, good food, and more gifts for Gabriel than that child will ever be able to fully appreciate!</div><div>Christmas Eve was spent with my grandparents. This is a tradition in my family, we have dinner together, my grandfather tells a Christmas story, and then we open gifts! This year the younger kids are the only ones that opened gifts...there are far too many people in our family now for everyone to be opening presents, we would be there all night long. It was a lot of fun to see all of my cousins with their babies and getting so excited about the new toys that their kids were receiving, it was a wonderful night! My family is so blessed</div><div>On Christmas morning Carter and I opened our gifts to each other. I have the most wonderful husband who got me a day at a spa, and I can not wait to go use it! I got him a Wii which he was not too excited about so we took it back and he got an xbox 360....who knew:)</div><div>Then we headed to my parents house to open gifts and to have our annual Big breakfast!</div><div><br /></div><div>After spending a fabulous morning there we headed to Ft. Worth to carters side of the family!</div><div>We had a wonderful time and couldnt fit everything in our car that Gabriel received it was a bit ridiculous and next year there will have to be a limit! Lots of food was consumed and lots of loving on gabriel and playing the Wii, again we are so blessed by our families, God is so good<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So we are very glad to be home, to be in our own beds and to have Gabriel back on his schedule of sleeping at nights and his naps! And we have discovered that my boy LOVES cheerios!! I mean he is double fisting cheerios into his mouth, at times gagging himself, but non the less he is loving them. It makes me so sad to think about how much my boy is growing...in just 3 1/2 short months he will be turning a year old, and i can guarantee you that will be a day where the name weeping whaley (now Sanders) will be brought back!</div><div>I love my little man, and every day he brings more and more joy to carter and I...ohh and by the way my hubby has FOUR weeks off of work, much deserved and much appreciated i might add! So he still has 2 more weeks off and we are looking forward to spending lots of time with our little family!</div><div>I hope that you all had a merry Christmas and that you feel as blessed as we do!</div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-5543219854288262542008-12-16T08:00:00.000-08:002008-12-16T09:11:00.669-08:00New Journal<div>I don't know about you guys but if I am ever in a "prayer funk" I always go out and buy a new journal and hope that that does the trick. I used to go to Barnes and Noble and spend way too much money on a new journal every 6 months or so just to give me a jump start.</div><div>Well I think that used to work when i was in HS and college but not so much anymore, now I have to be intentional about setting aside an hour to open up my bible and to spend some "quiet time" with Jesus. A new journal and a cool new blue pen :) just is not going to get me there any more.</div><div>But why and when did it become such a burden? Something that I have to TRY and do, why can it not just be something that I do everyday because I long for Him? And I do! I really do, and each day that I have with my sweet boy or my amazing husband I see more and more my desire and definite need of my Savior. But why is that desire not enough to get me to do it?</div><div>It hurts my heart and is such a heavy burden to go a week or 2 without even cracking my bible or really devoting any time to prayer. And I know that I spend time during my day talking to Him and praying while I am rocking my precious son, but that is not enough. I desire to long for Him as much as He longs for me! </div><div>1 Timothy 4:7 "Discipline yourself for the purpose of godliness."</div><div>SO in this advent and in the coming holiday, CHRISTMAS, I pray that we all would sit down each day. That we would be in a spirit of prayer and realize our constant need for our Savior. That we would dwell on the reason for this beautiful season. </div><div><br /></div><div>The other day Carter and I were talking about how amazing that one day Christ was a small child. He was no bigger than my son, He could not speak, He could not do things for Himself, and He relied totally on His mother, Mary.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a beautiful picture to remember. He was born into a lowly manger; just a child, relying completely on His parents, and He was Christ our Savior. </div><div><br /></div><div>And of course here is my sweet boy. Thank You Jesus for my family and for my sweet boy, Gabriel!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUfRMbapBOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EMy7BOeecYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUfRMbapBOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EMy7BOeecYQ/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419099563328738" /></a>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-41050771203196665462008-12-10T17:20:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:30:57.186-08:00Nice Doggy<div>SO my son is officially a bully:)</div><div><br /></div><div>This is him looking so so innocent, as if he has done nothing! </div><div>Well...Momma has proof!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBs0fBhOvI/AAAAAAAAADU/vR3Di5DhJ8g/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBs0fBhOvI/AAAAAAAAADU/vR3Di5DhJ8g/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338412215089906" /></a>Exhibit A: This is my precious boy pulling Dukes ear. <div>Now normally you would think "ohhh no big deal, big dog/small boy; the dog will be fine" </div><div>Well not so much, Duke started yelping, i mean pleading for me to make the small boy child STOP!<br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBsz_BLorI/AAAAAAAAADM/51Jman6Lpmg/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBsz_BLorI/AAAAAAAAADM/51Jman6Lpmg/s320/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338403623740082" /></a>Duke proceeded to crawl into my lap when i finally pried those chubby little hands off of Dukes ear. And for the rest of the night he stayed far far away from Gabe, he wanted nothing to do with him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Look how nicely they can play together! Duke loves Gabriel. Always wanting to lick on him and sniff all of his little sweet body. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBszgAhwrI/AAAAAAAAADE/5UdqlV5fCqc/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBszgAhwrI/AAAAAAAAADE/5UdqlV5fCqc/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338395299496626" /></a>I mean Gabriel can even stick his toes into Dukes eyes and he would just continue to lay there as if nothing had phased him....but, the ear pulling, now that was totally over the line.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBszavp9zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kOrlDB7Czi0/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBszavp9zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kOrlDB7Czi0/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338393886553906" /></a>JUST look at that face!!! How could Duke possibly stay mad or even sad at that face for longer than five seconds?? I mean I could just nibble on those cheeks right now!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBszI78aCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OC0ovzot6JQ/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SUBszI78aCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OC0ovzot6JQ/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278338389106255906" /></a>On a side note: Gabe and I have been practicing saying "mamma"</div><div>He has perfected "dadda" and he can now say "babba" as in short for bottle</div><div>so now we just need to work on getting that "b" sound to be a "m" sound! </div><div>I mean its never too early.....Right?</div></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-70200566678355552832008-12-03T19:02:00.000-08:002008-12-03T19:18:10.041-08:00Holidays and New Sleeping SchedulesWell our Thanksgiving was nice and uneventful! We spent Wednesday and Thursday morning at my in-laws and then Thursday evening at my families. We really enjoyed being with everyone and Gabriel enjoyed all of the attention. My family seems to be growing by the minute. On Thursday evening there were so many babies and little kids running around (4 babies, and then 4 little kids yelling and running through the house:)) you couldn't help but sit back and just smile and think, "this is exactly how it is supposed to be." I love children, i love family, and I especially love it when all of us are together enjoying a holiday and being thankful for what we have!<div><br /></div><div>So the past couple of nights Gabriel has been replaced by some other baby; that is the only way i know to explain it. Gabe is now 7 months old, and for the past 7 months he has gone to bed by either nursing or being rocked for 5 minutes and passing out. Well that is not the case any more. Now i end up having to rock him for at least an hour, and we are not talking about a peaceful quiet hour, OH NO, we are talking a screaming thrashing fit of an hour. This is NOT my child; my little man is a sweet, mellow, peaceful little guy. I don't know what is going on, but I am ready for my baby to return and this other little guy to leave! Any one have any ideas on how to achieve that, please i am listening!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-13621885309468629562008-11-25T14:44:00.000-08:002008-11-25T15:33:25.318-08:00Success AND Pictures<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI3ozlJUI/AAAAAAAAACA/dMLcUfS8LFc/s1600-h/DSC_0874.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI3ozlJUI/AAAAAAAAACA/dMLcUfS8LFc/s320/DSC_0874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272739753171952962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI3RAs21I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rfb0HYmmGpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0852.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI3RAs21I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rfb0HYmmGpQ/s320/DSC_0852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272739746784533330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI2wJPd5I/AAAAAAAAABw/hpQWd-bRwns/s1600-h/DSC_0832.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI2wJPd5I/AAAAAAAAABw/hpQWd-bRwns/s320/DSC_0832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272739737961985938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI2i6LtYI/AAAAAAAAABo/1s4kjkPHUJM/s1600-h/DSC_0830copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI2i6LtYI/AAAAAAAAABo/1s4kjkPHUJM/s320/DSC_0830copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272739734409164162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI2Q0ZJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/BfZeGycKx7g/s1600-h/DSC_0824.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyI2Q0ZJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/BfZeGycKx7g/s320/DSC_0824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272739729553040658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyHJGWSqKI/AAAAAAAAABY/_sCAWveuvTo/s1600-h/DSC_0812.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyHJGWSqKI/AAAAAAAAABY/_sCAWveuvTo/s320/DSC_0812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272737854136690850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyGlxdzRFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rD34yQcpHLA/s1600-h/DSC_0803.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SSyGlxdzRFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rD34yQcpHLA/s320/DSC_0803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272737247235621970" /></a><br />Well my day really did turn out to be a success!<div><br /></div><div>I woke up this morning and packed Gabe in the car and headed for the grocery store.</div><div>I have been making his baby food, and i needed to pick up some more fruits and veggies to get us through the holidays so i wouldn't run out. So $75 dollars and a trunk full of good for you food later we were headed home.</div><div>Gabe went down for a nap as soon as we got home and my mom headed over to help me tackle my morning/afternoon of baby food making! A couple things on the menu were: butternut squash with chicken and apples/ potatoes with peas and onions/ strawberries, pears, and prunes/ and oatmeal, apples, and apricots!</div><div>We really did have a fun time making all of it, and not only can I rest easy knowing exactly what is going into my little man's tummy, but I saved quite a bit of money and I now have enough food in my freezer to last for about 6 weeks!</div><div>After we were done making food I started day one of my "dont be fat any more" diet and had a lean cuisine:) and then here comes the other successful part of my day......I took duke AND gabriel on a walk by myself! If you know my C.R.A.Z.Y boxer at all you would know that this is a huge feat! I loaded gabe in the stroller and put Duke on the leash and off we went for a nice 35 minute stroll around the neighborhood; and it went surprisingly well! I even talked on the phone to Shan while i was out!HA</div><div><br /></div><div>So that was my successful day, not fun and exciting for some...But for me it was quite enjoyable and reminds me that I am so blessed and the Lord is good!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now for the pictures, the wonderful Abby Coyle took our pictures a couple of weeks ago and I just got the cd in the mail today, they are really great, and if you are looking for a photographer in the okc area she would be a fabulous choice. (wow, i just used A LOT of adjectives:)</div><div><br /></div><div>ok i cant figure out how to get my text to be at the top and my pics at the bottom any suggestions would be highly appreciated... not a successful part of my day:)</div><div><br /></div><div>ohh and i will post pictures of the houses that we are looking at soon! </div><div><br /></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589022062983269095.post-16621490910446589722008-11-22T10:06:00.001-08:002008-11-22T10:26:43.130-08:00Its Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SShOwL0jXkI/AAAAAAAAABI/WOrq1YjlUl4/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pBF_kdwnnA/SShOwL0jXkI/AAAAAAAAABI/WOrq1YjlUl4/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549953551064642" /></a><br /><br />I figure I have done enough blog stalking over the past year that it is time for me to take the inevitable plunge!<div>I am excited to join the blogging world and to not just be an outsider looking in...</div><div>I can not wait to show all of you my sweet little boy and my amazing husband, let you know what is going on in our world, and keep up with friends and their lives!</div><div><br /></div><div>We are getting ready to sell our house. I am pretty excited about it, we will be moving to Norman...can i hear a BOOMER SOONER!!!...and we really cant wait! BUT we are now swamped with doing some deep cleaning, packing, and continuing our daily lives of going to work and taking care of our little man. I will post some potential houses later, and maybe get some advice on which one looks like the best choice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until then I will leave you with a kiss from my little man:)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Paschahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126144081198803458noreply@blogger.com8