tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141666772024-03-23T13:24:38.824-05:00Malachi and Ezekiel's BlogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger480125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-25092095016982118642015-07-27T21:30:00.004-05:002015-07-27T21:30:57.753-05:00Elam's Birth Story<div style="text-align: center;">
The birth of our fourth child proved to be very similar to the birth of #2 & #3. It was late at night, very quick, and right near a "church day" (i.e. Sunday or Wednesday). There was one defining factor that none of the previous births had, though. Elam was born at a birth center. We were home about 3 hours after he was born, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Malachi was born 4 days late. Ezekiel was born 2 days early. Moriah was born 5 days early... so, I figured Elam would be about a week early. I figured absolutely right! I knew that he would most likely come early. </div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">The day before he was born, I got my hair cut. The day he was born, some friends came over and decorated our house for Christmas. I was so sad that it was less than 2 weeks before Christmas Day before our house was decorated, but it worked out with a toddler pulling off all the ornaments. ALL THE TIME.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">All day on the 13th I was having strong contractions. Sometimes they were 5 minutes apart. Sometimes they were farther apart. I knew from experience that I could have a baby any time. I began to prep the boys for what was coming as the evening wore on. Daniel's brother lived with us at the time, so we were able to leave the boys and Moriah at home to sleep with Uncle Nathan. It was around 10:30pm when we arrived at the birth center. The midwives at the center knew about my quick labors and deliveries and were ready to answer the call. It was a Saturday night, so Daniel had gone over to the church to prepare for Sunday morning in case we weren't back in time. We, of course, found out later that we were home with plenty of time for him to make it to church on Sunday morning. ;) The date was 12.13.14. The midwife, assistant, Daniel, and I "joked" that he wouldn't make it for this cool, easy-to-remember day. Again, we were wrong. I think that this labor was the most difficult. I don't know why, the pain just seemed so much more intense. Of my 3 natural deliveries, this was by far the most painful. Elam Levi was born at 11:36pm still wrapped in all his membranes. My water didn't break until a push or two before his arrival. I did have minimal tearing and minimal pain afterwards, but the delivery was brutal! In his first 2 hours of life, I think he peed 5 times and pooped 3! Never has a brand new baby every excreted so much. LOL! After he did all his peeing and pooping, they weighed him. He was 7 lb., 15 oz., but we still round up to 8 lb. even due to all the lost waste.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">It was so nice to be able to rest at home after Elam's birth! We were home by 3:30am on Sunday morning. Daniel and I slept on the couch. Elam slept in his carrier. We were exhausted from a full day. Why can't my kids decide to come in the morning or afternoon when I've had some sleep relatively recently?!? I don't know, but it's all a distant memory now. Ha ha! Daniel and one of the big boys went to church, while I had a big helper to handle myself, a toddler, and a new baby. Changing 2 sets of diapers, again, was interesting and eventful. I'm used to it now, but it was </span>definitely an adjustment. Malachi and Ezekiel were quite surprised to see their little brother had "appeared" while they were sleeping. We are so blessed to have 4 wonderful children (2 of which are really awesome big brothers and helpers)! It was rough the first 4 months of his life, and he cried A LOT, but Elam is such a blessing and joy to have in our family! He makes Team Honeycutt into 6!</div>
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This is his first picture (getting ready to leave the birth center).</div>
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December 14 - Malachi, Ezekiel, and Moriah meeting their little brother for the first time, at home, still in their pjs <3 nbsp="" p=""><br />
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December 25 - 12 days old - Elam's first Christmas</div>
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December 25 - Christmas with 4 kiddos</div>
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This cutie around 3 weeks old</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-67929552073417940882014-07-30T21:16:00.000-05:002014-07-30T21:16:01.020-05:00Ezekiel's "Condition"For those of you who haven't known us for the past 4 years or haven't heard Z's story. Here it is. Facebook just doesn't have enough space for me to reflect and get it all straight.<br />
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Around a year and a half he started having "asthma" issues. They didn't diagnose him with asthma at the time, but he did breathing treatments and have attacks along with lots of ear infections. He had his first set of ear tubes when he was 2. It helped a little. We moved to Zephyrhills, FL in July of 2009. His asthma would flare on many occasions, and he just wasn't a healthy kid. On August 31, 2010, Z had his first severe asthma attack. His oxygen levels dropped. I didn't know. He turned pale. Z and I took an ambulance ride from the doctor's office to the hospital. He was discharged that afternoon, but his oxygen levels did not stay up overnight. Daniel took him to the doctor first thing in the morning. He, then, drove Z to the Pediatric ICU at the hospital where he was hooked up to a continuous nebulizer treatment, hoses, cords, etc. He was at the hospital for 5 days before his oxygen levels stabilized. The day after we returned home, Z was walking around the house and suddenly had pain in his knees. He crawled around the house for the next two weeks. Yes, I said, crawled. Our very active, very athletic 3 year old was crawling, not walking because it hurt. It was believed that he had a virus called transient synovitis. This virus coupled with a sinus infection had caused the severe asthma attack.<br />
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In October of the same year, Z had another severe asthma attack. This time, he did not have to be put in the ICU. He was hooked up to a nebulizer and oxygen for 5 days. He had begun to "walk funny" after he started walking again from his virus. He began walking on his heel and not using his toes on his left leg, only. It caused atrophy in his left leg. He hyperextended his knee and kicked it out to the side. He had 2 different MRIs, but we could never get a doctor/specialist to look at the results and give us an answer to what was "wrong" with Z. In February 2011, we had to cancel the boys' insurance. They were uninsured until September of 2011. We controlled Z's asthma through children's zyrtec, and God was so faithful to us. Through all that time, he was healthy and did not have to have many breathing treatments at all.<br />
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Z's left leg continued to deteriorate as he continued to walk in his own special way. Z is a very flexible, adaptable child. This is great, most of the time. It is, also, a weakness in this instance. He formulated his own way of walking so it wouldn't hurt, again. In September of 2011, when insurance kicked in, again, we started him in physical therapy. He saw a neurologist, orthopaedist, and a pediatric physical therapist. The neurologist and orthopedic doctors found nothing wrong. His PT was awesome! He made such great progress! He had a brace for awhile, but he broke it twice.<br />
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July 2012 we moved to PA. We had a hard time finding a pediatric PT and settled with a non-pediatric one. He didn't make as much progress as we would have liked. It just wasn't Ms. Julie Ann. In January 2014, we moved to Clearwater, FL. I had such a difficult time navigating the "insurance" world. We kept getting sent back and forth from the FL kids insurance plan and Medicaid. In July (this month), we finally were able to figure out the insurance and get Z going to a doctor. So, now, he has a neurologist, orthopedic, and pediatric physical therapy referral. He will be going in the next few weeks for a full brain/spine MRI scan. I don't think there is anything wrong. He doesn't seem to have any developmental delays. He was a little behind when we moved schools, but he caught up by the end and is on level. He keeps up with all the other kids. You don't notice that he has an issue unless you pay close attention.<br />
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So, that's it in a nutshell...sort of. His left foot, now, seems to be about a whole inch shorter, and that is concerning. BUT, I know that our God is so much greater than anything that Z may be facing :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-81312851993603743852013-07-01T17:19:00.000-05:002013-07-01T17:19:52.359-05:00Our Precious Cupcake's Arrival<br />
It had been a "normal" day for us. Wednesday, June 19th was a day spent with my boys. Instead of working, I had decided to take the day off to hang out with my guys. The weather was great, so we walked downtown to "shop" and have lunch. I had no clue that we would have a baby in just a few hours :) The boys and I walked into a couple of consignment shops to try to find Z a "swim shirt." We found one and purchased it. We, then, walked over to the toy store and played with the bubbles blowing outside the shop. We went in a played on the train table and looked at the toys. The boys picked out a couple of "smalls." They got Mario "legos" and a "Mystical tree" that grew stuff on a paper tree from a solution. It was well worth the 85 cents. Daniel joined us for lunch at our favorite pizza joint and took us home before heading back to work. I tried to nap while the boys played the wii but was unsuccessful. <br />
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Dinner was leftovers with the family and then to church for our usual Wednesday night. As we were leaving church, I felt a few very small "gushes." Daniel was doing his usual talk to everyone in the parking lot after church, and I tried to get his attention without getting everyone all excited. I could tell that labor was beginning. We drove our 1 mile home and began packing bags. The boys were very helpful with getting themselves all packed and ready to go.<br />
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Cindy came by around 9:30pm to pick up the boys and take them to her house. We got everything else ready to go, put the bags in the car, and headed to the hospital (about a mile and a half away). As we pulled into the ER parking lot, I started to get out and heard and felt a pop. My "water" most definitely broke. Thankfully, I didn't leave much in Daniel's car. However, I did leave puddles and a trail through the little parking lot. I wasn't sure if I should wait on Daniel to get all the bags and come in with me or go ahead into the ER. He was telling me to head in, but I decided to stand in the mulch for a little while and wait for him to come in. I was soaked. The nurses and midwives joked with me later that I was "watering" the flowers. The ER attendant made me get in a wheelchair, and I'm sure I left a wet trail all through the hospital. I know they were really excited to clean up after me ;) The whole situation was quite comical. I'm thankful that the nurses and midwife were able to laugh about it with me. I guess I don't mind having laughs at my expense, when I can't control it. We checked in around 10pm or a little later, but it took me awhile to get into the bed for the initial monitoring. Contractions weren't that bad at the beginning, so I didn't mind being monitored and having baby monitored for about 30 minutes. After that time, I didn't have to get back in the bed at all. The nurse used the doppler monitor about every hour just to make sure Moriah was doing well through it all. As the contractions got progressively stronger, I moved to the tub. I spent about an hour in the tub, but the contractions were getting stronger, and I wasn't progressing. I was beginning to get really tired.<br />
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I hopped in the bed on my side to try to rest for a little bit. That definitely didn't help my pain/contractions. I sent Daniel to see if I could get some pain meds to take the edge off and help me rest up a little. I was on the brink of "giving up." I was getting to the point of exhaustion. The midwife came in and offered to try to help me without meds. I consented, but the nurse went ahead and prepped me for an IV for meds, in case I decided that I wanted them. Since my water broke 2-3 hours earlier, I had not progressed at all and was holding at 3cm. Thankfully, the midwife suggested that we "lift" my belly. Because I carry my babies so large and out in front, it was believed that I wasn't progressing because she couldn't get in position. While the sling and lifting of my belly made the contractions even worse, it made the necessary adjustments to make me progress quickly. Sabrina, the midwife, helped me through about 6-7 contractions with the sling. She checked me, and I was at 7cm. I was left to "dance" with Daniel through the rough contractions. After about 4-5 more contractions, it was time to push. I wasn't sure how to proceed from standing and pushing, but I somehow got in bed. It was about 3 more contractions, and she entered our world. While it was way more painful than I remembered from Ezekiel's birth, it was a very successful birth. I am more of a "screamer" than I would like to admit to, but, at the end of the day, I guess it doesn't matter as long as she is here and healthy. Because Moriah pooped or had myconium in the fluid, she was whisked away to be cleaned up, so she wouldn't swallow the junk.<br />
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I remember being terrified when Z was born because he wasn't breathing, and no one would tell me what was going on. This time was much better. I still wanted to hold her, but I had to wait. She was just fine and doing well. I was doing really well, also. I didn't really tear at all and didn't need any stitches. I felt very blessed and happy to have her, finally, here with us... 5 days early. She weighed in at 7 lbs., 5 oz., and was 19 inches long. I can't rave enough about the nurse and midwife who helped me through the longest few hours of my life :) They were fabulous!</div>
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Daniel never left my side and did an awesome job encouraging me (not that I heard most of it over my screaming :). He got to cut the cord and took the picture you see above. As they were still cleaning her up, they asked if he wanted to cut the cord, again, but he refused. He wanted me to hold her first and wouldn't leave me, even to go to the other side of the room. He was holding back the tears during her birth, and even though I didn't notice his face as much as I would have liked, I could see all the love and tenderness for his (now) 2 girls. Love him!</div>
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Because labor and delivery was so busy the night Moriah was born, our poor nurse ended up working an extremely long shift. She was the one who helped me move from delivery room to regular baby room. I kept apologizing for her long night, and she just kept telling me that it was a joy to be a part of the birth and that it was beautiful. She even said if we had another one, she hoped she would be able to attend it, again. Her words were, "beautiful birth." The midwife also echoed those same words later on. They really made the difficult part so worth while.</div>
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Z's first lost tooth</h3>
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Z lost his first tooth on Friday evening, right before bed. He kept trying to avoid it and cover his mouth, but it was just hanging on by a thread. So, Daniel started tickling and "wrestling" with him. Once his mouth was wide open, he wrangled him still and yanked it out. Z admitted that it didn't hurt that bad, but he was mad at his Dad for about 15 minutes. Previously, he would just cry and cry and cry when we talked about pulling it out for him. We sent him to bed upset, but I put his tooth in a baggie and put his name on it. As Daniel and I were relaxing downstairs, watching tv, Z came down and went right to his Dad and gave him a hug and let him take his picture. He had a few minutes to think and realized that his Daddy wasn't so "mean" after all :)</div>
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In comparison, Malachi lost his middle bottom teeth first, 2 weeks before his 7th birthday. Z lost his first tooth from up top and was about 6 years, 4 months. Malachi all ready stated how it wasn't "fair." I guess it's just something he's going to have to get over. His little brother may pass him at a few other things later on in life. Being only 19 months apart his its advantages and disadvantages ;)</div>
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We finally found a home for a sweet, Kiev. There's just not room in our home for her with all the baby furniture, and I think the small space was actually starting to drive her literally crazy. She's been living with her new family for about a week and a half, now. We miss her a lot, but we know that this is in the best place possible for her and a better home. With all that said, last night, I had a dream...</div>
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Every night she used to clomp up the stairs to the middle room and plop down near our door (bc we didn't allow her to lay in our bedroom). So, in my dream, I woke up to hear Kiev's footsteps coming up the steps. I remember hearing her plop down on the floor. (In my dream) I thought it was weird that she was somehow back in our house (it seemed very real), and I got up to go to the bathroom. She was laying on the floor where she had been in the previous months. I finished using the bathroom (in my dream) and went back to bed, passing Kiev. I remember laying back down and thinking how strange it was that she was in our house, but I was comforted to see her, again. Now, of course it was all a dream, but I really, really thought it happened last night. It was quite strange. I miss my pup, but I know that this is the best situation for us all.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-20015514112042577772013-06-12T15:19:00.003-05:002013-06-12T15:19:25.935-05:00"Car Games"The boys have created 2 games to play in the car. The first was created today, while I ran into the post office to drop off some letters before heading to work. The second was created with a little help from their Dad on the way back from our visit to NC.<br />
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So, this came out of their minds this morning. Too funny! I hop back in the car from my 60 second walk into the post office and back to hear, "Rock, paper, scissors...water/dynamite!" Now, I've heard the dynamite before. It's a southern thing. Then, the question comes out, "Mommy, does dynamite beat water?" Good question. This momma isn't so sure. As we continue our journey down the road and the game continues, I hear (granted I can't SEE the hand gestures to go with these), "Rock, paper, scissors, angel!" Arguing ensues over what beats what. So, I remind them it is called "rock, paper, scissors" for a reason. They are only supposed to use those 3. To which I am told, "This is Ultimate Rock, Paper, Scissors! We can use whatever we want!" The next one, came out of the mouth of the almost 8 yo, "Rock, paper, scissors, Jesus!" Well, don't you think he beat his little brother with that one?!? I started laughing, and Z started to argue about it. I had to give in, and say, "Well, technically, Jesus beats everything." Z consented, but there had to be a rule made by the boys that you couldn't use Jesus as an item in Ultimate Rock, Paper, Scissors. Before too long, there were birds, gators, sharks, etc. Don't you love imagination?<br />
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As we were traveling on our 9 hour journey from the Charlotte, NC area back to our home in Lancaster County, PA, we start having a family conversation/guessing game about 1 of MJ's favorite topics...NASCAR. We end up going through all the numbers, 1-99, and naming all the Sprint Cup drivers, some of the Nationwide & truck series drivers. Then, the game turns to numbers (in any order) of any sports player (NFL, NBA, MLB). I think this entertained us for about 2 hours. While, Z couldn't participate a whole lot (or me, either) because he's just not as obsessed as his big brother, it did give Daniel, the driver, and the whole car a time of enjoyed interaction without electronics or interruptions. There were tons of giggles and lots of "Good job! You should have known that one! Way to go!" Love time with my boys :)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-22820885824664630582013-06-10T15:46:00.001-05:002013-06-10T15:46:31.957-05:00We're Still Alive and ExistI know that blogging isn't as "fashionable" as other social media, like Facebook, but I do like keeping the blog up, like a memory book.<br />
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Tomorrow, I will be 38 weeks pregnant. We almost had a baby 2 weeks ago, but after 8 hours of labor, it fizzled out. She tricked us all. The midwife even apologized that she admitted us because she was sure that we were going to have a baby soon. I guess little Moriah Joy decided that she didn't want to make her appearance yet. Last week, I woke up a little after midnight and endured 3 hours of labor before it fizzled out, again. Not only does it "trick" me into getting excited, but I am so exhausted for at least 24 hours afterwards. It is not fun. As much as I am ready to hold her, I have 3 boys who are equally excited if not more to meet their baby daughter/sister. Daniel has even been looking online for natural ways to induce labor. I know, I know. This pregnancy has been ROUGH, to say the least. I'm soooo ready to be done. All these contractions have been coming for months now. My legs, ankles, and feet are swollen and have been for awhile. Apparently, I've been looking 9 months pregnant since I was about 6 months...or so I'm told by many Chick-fil-A customers.<br />
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Malachi has completed 2nd grade with flying colors. His school doesn't given As & Bs. They give I (improvement needed), M (making progress), & C (Consistently). Malachi had several Ms in the 1st-3rd quarters. That's not horrible, but it's not "perfect" either. I'm so happy to say that he ended the year with all Cs (which means, he basically got All As). We are so thankful for a great school and a great year for MJ. He had a stellar teacher and got excellent reading help this year. He's definitely ready to be a 3rd grader! He was missing his front teeth pretty much all school year, but they are finally coming in :) He's growing so big and strong and smart, and we are so blessed to have him as the oldest child!<br />
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Ezekiel finished half-day kindergarten. He's reading really well and his math skills are getting pretty good, too. I'm still not a huge fan of the "half-day" thing, but Z did learn and had a great year. I just know how great Malachi's kindergarten year was and how much he learned by being there all day. Z has been to two different physical therapy places, but the most recent seems to be working best to help strengthen his leg. His muscles are deficient from the hip all the way down, but he is starting to make progress to straighten out his walk and build muscle. He is very excited to be a big brother. He was quite bummed at first that he was going to have a little sister, but now he is just excited to have a baby to hold and help with. He'll be an excellent helper, too!<br />
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I am loving working at CFA! I started as a team member, spent a few months in the "service" team as a Team Leader. A few weeks ago, I was promoted to Talent Director (HR). All the employees are so great to work with, and they have been so wonderful about working with me and all my preggo problems. It has been a pure pleasure to serve others in that capacity. The job is much less stressful than teaching and quite a welcomed break. Who knows what God has in store for my future, but I am fully content to be in the place that I am right now :)<br />
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I'll try to update a little bit more often once Moriah arrives. Be blessed!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-55896063684751285392013-02-12T14:48:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:48:21.611-05:00It's a Girl!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">I decided to be wise and not post the pictures "showing" that she is definitely a girl. I posted Z's "jewels" back 6 years ago, and I realized that was probably not the best choice ;)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">So, our precious third child will be a girl! When we first found out we were pregnant, I was annoyed by the question from doctors, nurses, strangers..."so, are you trying for a girl?" NO, we were trying for a baby. We truly had little preference of the gender. We think that 4 kids are a good number for us, and since life has "calmed down" a little, we decided it was ok to start adding to the family :)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Both Daniel and I were kind of wanting another boy, anyways. Malachi & Ezekiel are two of the most awesome kids. I love them to death and enjoy getting to spend time with them. Why not have another awesome boy, like them?!? God has given us so much love to share with our little guys. He has given us wisdom to raise them, and He has blessed us with boys that will become awesome men of God.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Now, the first few weeks of pregnancy, Daniel didn't truly believe that I was pregnant. He kept telling me I was crazy. I kept telling him that if I wasn't pregnant, then there was something seriously wrong with me, and I needed to go to the doctor :) Of course, I was right. He he he! However, he was right when it came to our little girl (and Donna and many others out there). I have been waaaaaaay more sick with this pregnancy. I have had heartburn waaaaaay more than I did with either of my boys. We were hoping to keep this baby a secret until Christmas, so we could tell the family in person, but I felt awful 90% of the time, and we had to spill the beans on Thanksgiving Day. I didn't know if, maybe, I was becoming a wimp in my "old age." It has been almost 6 years since Z was born. In the end, Daniel was right that we had a girl. I just figured we would keep with our track record and have another boy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Don't get me wrong. I am stoked to have a little girl on the way! About a month ago, I began to think of the relationship that I have with my mom and how neat it would be to have a little girl around the house. 2 days after we discovered that "Cupcake" was a girl, I went to the local consignment shop and brought home a big bag of pink & flowers. I feel liberated to know that I don't have to just buy blue & trucks from now on. I'm sure that she may wear a couple of items that I have left from the boys, like sleepers, pjs, and such. I'm just thankful to buy a tiny little dress and bring it home to stay :)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Final thoughts: as we talked with the ultrasound technician about what we thought she might be, we discussed how much we loved our boys and joked about how we got the cheap end when it came to paying for weddings. When the technician was ready to show us whether Cupcake was a girl or a boy, she said, "Well, I guess you have a big wedding expense in the future." :) We were thrilled! The boys aren't as excited as they once were, but they are truly still happy to be big brothers.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-37791600209536183072013-01-14T18:36:00.002-05:002013-01-14T18:36:38.212-05:00Update on PA<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">We've settled in nicely to Lancaster County, PA! The boys started school easily. They enjoyed taking free swim lessons before school started. They are both doing well and learning a lot. Malachi is reading more fluently, and we are trying to tackle the comprehension during reading more now. Ezekiel loves school and is right on target. He is beginning to sound out and spell simple words. Our church is a fabulous place to be with fabulous people. I'm still looking for a job, but God will provide. I'm sure of it! I think that about sums it all up :)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-1215102595476040362012-07-09T21:40:00.004-05:002012-07-09T21:40:37.988-05:00Happy 7th Birthday, Malachi!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2iad_A9A2fvTsQNcNSQzjNM5-63WOiUNDLSlc72N8w78YNvqwkxrTJ-o4UktgoaMinVp7Vv5JDC2Ubm34JKHbIXlxesseqKqJX-ydvpgRSDfFHRGPy43hzuCq8Lt2DRomysu/s1600/386048_2627991031537_1324932330_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2iad_A9A2fvTsQNcNSQzjNM5-63WOiUNDLSlc72N8w78YNvqwkxrTJ-o4UktgoaMinVp7Vv5JDC2Ubm34JKHbIXlxesseqKqJX-ydvpgRSDfFHRGPy43hzuCq8Lt2DRomysu/s320/386048_2627991031537_1324932330_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Today, you are "finally" 7 years old. I say "finally" because it always seems like a long time until your birthday. When summer begins, we start to count down until the day. Since it is close to July 4th, we usually celebrate with a party a week or two early. So, it feels like forever until your big day.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">You have had a great time today and the previous days celebrating your birthday. You got lots of money and items that you wanted like Jimmie Johnson gear, Build-a-Bear, Lego store, and Cars2 cars. This past year has brought a lot of trials, but it has also brought great success. You started out the school year in an NC public school. Everyday was struggle at school. After many tears and sleepless nights we moved you to FACS with Z. It was most definitely the right choice. Your 1st grade teacher was awesome! After you ran out of the room, she stopped the class, and they all prayed for you. When Daddy came to pick you up that day, they were all excited to share with him that you had a great day after that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">You got into full-swing in life and enjoyed playing soccer on a team with your brother and your Daddy as a coach. Your skills and team work are greatly improving, and we are excited to see you grow in athletic ability.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">We have enjoyed you growing spiritually, as well. You prefer to sit in kids church when your Daddy is in charge, but you love to worship and sing. Right now, you request "The presence of the Lord is here" the most. We love to hear your sing. We love to watch you worship. We love seeing your grown and learn in the footsteps of our Savior.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">You are growing in height. You are growing in ability. You are growing in spiritual depth. You are becoming an incredible young man, Malachi James, and we love you so very much!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-86263144336322688422012-07-07T21:38:00.001-05:002012-07-07T21:38:07.899-05:00We are moving to PA!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">I mentioned to others that I would explain how this new adventure in our lives cam about. So here it is:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Back in March, Daniel submitted his resume' to Evangel AoG in Ephrata, PA. He doesn't remember why he sent it to this particular church because he typically had not been sending resumes to NE states, but he felt God nudging him to do so. He first interviewed a few days before Easter. He had a second interview 2 weeks later. On June 1, we drove (as a family) to PA to interview with the church and visit the area. We had an incredible visit. We had interviewed with several churches in the previous years, but they weren't in God's plan. As we were visiting for a very short weekend and in continual prayer, God made it clear to us that Evangel was to be our new church family and home. We had a long week of waiting, and I nudged Daniel to call and share his feelings. He did, and P. Kevin shared the same feelings. God was leading us to each other for this very season.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">We were "unofficially" offered the job on June 12. Daniel was officially offered the job as Family Ministries Pastor on June 14, on our way to FL to pick up the lawn mower and visit friends. They asked for Daniel's first day to be June 15. We had all ready been praying and knew that this was God's will. This made the position very easy for us to accept. We returned from FL on June 19. We had a busy June 20, and Daniel and I departed to find a place to live in PA on June 21. June 22 was our 10th anniversary, and God gave us an incredible semi-detached home at an excellent rate to rent. At the same time, we got word that our tenant in our FL wanted to sign a lease for another 2-3 years.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Since returning home on June 24, we have been packing and sorting and preparing for the move to PA. We are so excited about the location of the house in relationship to downtown, the church, elementary school, and the general atmosphere of the town. We will be loading up the U-haul on Wednesday, July 11, and driving it up to PA on Thursday, July 12. Daniel's first official day will be Monday, July 16.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">I'm still not sure what I will be doing to earn money to help support the family, but I am wanting to work part-time, so that I can have the flexibility to help the boys in school and assist Daniel in his new job. We work well together, and I want to be more involved in ministry.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">We are in the heart of Amish country, and it is BEAUTIFUL! We'd love to have you come visit. We just bought an inflatable queen bed and have 2 inflatable twins. We are having to down-size, and only have 1 bathroom, but we are always open for guests :)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-14106222727531907432012-04-18T20:33:00.007-05:002012-04-19T20:22:15.190-05:00Z's 3rd Hospital Stay<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Almost 4 weeks ago, on March 23, Ezekiel came home from school coughing a little. He had been getting breathing treatments for a few days, but he had been responding well. Daniel gave </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">him treatments at home, and he seemed to be all right for a about an hour. After that time, his breathing became very labored. It had been over a year and a half since he had had an asthma attack, and we were concerned that he wasn't responding well to treatments. We took him to urgent care as soon as they opened. I had just gotten home from work. We hadn't had dinner yet. We were hoping it would be a short appointment, and it turned out it went pretty quickly. Z's oxygen levels were not as high as we would have liked. They were hanging around 92-93.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">The doctor gave him a treatment and sent us on our way with a few prescriptions. I asked if he needed a shot of a steroid, the dr. assured me that he would be fine. She seemed to also think that the machine was malfunctioning, and that his blood-oxygen levels couldn't really be that low. Because, apparently, I don't know my kid as well as she does :(</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">We went to dinner and picked up Z's meds. After being home for a few minutes, we realized Z's breathing was not much better and was getting worse by the moment. Thankfully, my parents were home. They were happy to take care of Malachi so we could take Z to the ER. Malachi knew that we were going to leave him right before bed, and he knew Z needed to go, again. We sat down, as a family, and prayed for Z before we left. When I looked up, Malachi was cryin</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">g. How much he loves his brother, and God blessed him with such a tender heart! After looking at Carolina's Medical wait times, we decided to make the 25-30 minute drive to the children's ER at Levine Children's Hospital and CMC main. They had a short wait time and had taken good care of Z during his mri, earlier.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Once we arrived at the ER, Z was back to a room within 25 minutes. He was soooo tired. It was late. They quickly got him on a continuous nebulizer treatment. He rebounded for about an hour, then was able to sleep. After being on the continuous neb for several hours and not having much lung function improvement, they decided to admit him. We move</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">d up to a room around 2am. They kept him on the continuous neb, got him on a round of 3 shots to open up airways, an IV with another medicine to open up something else in the airways. It was a loooooooooong night all ready, and poor Z had to be poked, shot, and a mask on his face for hours. The doctor even said that she didn't hear any wheezing because his airways were so closed off and restricted. We were definitely wise to take him to the hospital or the effects could have been much worse.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Daniel went home around 9am and returned a little after noon with items for me to get a shower, lunch, and Malachi. As soon as Malachi walked in the room and saw Z in the hospital bed, he began to cry a little, again. Malachi hadn't slept well that night. He w</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">ent to bed around 11 that night, was up for a little while at 3am, and was up for good around 6am. Malachi is not good with change.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjYPDZgrZIyjZuRrgNa7EZblvPpx7lJvs_w7XVVYBjVAKxJtPVbkBAiPZF9bflv6n9u1Nhsk7KL43X75kJ8FrGfSaofgAlOW9_ilQGSsMnLZVQ8eg8F3mx0C3H1xTgo3x1aBF/s320/522057_3305961940386_1608161998_2612471_1566231878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733285809289827202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"> Z was on a liquid diet, and was able to eat a popsicle and a little more. His levels didn't stay up while he was eating, but he began to pick up his spirits. We were visited by the children's pastor Andrew and his son, Garrett. The 3 boys played a few games on the hospital bed, and Z was starting to feel much better and talk a lot more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">By late evening, he was able to come off the continuous n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">eb. He had been on it for about 17 hours, total. He ate all his servings of his liquid diet. After that, he began to say he was hungry. Doctor and nurses said he was doing well enough to eat real food. So, he ate crackers and goldfish. He was visited by Grammy & Grandpa (who let us get a quick bite while staying in the room with the boys), Maw-Maw Carol, Nana, Uncle Nathan, Ivey, and Bryson. Z was ready for bed by then.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">He stayed off oxygen all night and let me sleep in the bed by myself instead of IN his bed! I kept expecting to wake up and see his oxygen levels down, but God was healing him and giving doctors wisdom. That boy was ready to go home less than 48 hours later! His previous 2 stays had been 5 days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikORhiMX5DA47rEk2R-739ijrpKP-vAXdMSp-Vu_WK9BPzHiJRmMjUxGuXEw1gf3vurJrdHhNYeNuvMYnPqC5PCScevP1r-7VdkUNpFh_1pkBODFoYwbZgXBpNzdNoOFoNiIPy/s320/550032_3312472903156_1608161998_2616306_1224150020_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733285887072186738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Sunday afternoon, April 25th at 1pm, we were on our way home!!! God loves us soooo much! I was able to get a sub for Monday. It was so nice to just sleep and rest. I had to catch up from all the events and lack of sleep from the weekend. Z needed to continue to rest, and we needed to keep a close eye on him. It was hard to go back to work on Tuesday, but I managed. Z was at home that day. We still weren't confident he was ready for a day of school. He did return on Wednesday to school, and he did just fine!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">He now gets 2 puffs of the Q-var inhaler 2 times a day, a spray of flonase up his nose once a day, and we still continue the 1 tsp. of children's zyrtec daily. The cause of Z's asthma attack---high levels of pollen. We had a mild and wet winter. The zyrtec that he takes daily could no longer hold off all the pollen that his body was taking in. He will be on the Q-var inhaler "forever." He'll continue the regimen until he is cured of asthma. I'm ok with that. We were blessed to be at a great hospital with great nurses with knowledgeable doctors and a spacious room and a nice cafeteria. We had a short stay. We are blessed!</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-74216244351589914612012-02-21T20:34:00.005-05:002012-02-21T21:20:25.675-05:00Dear Ezekiel,<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HdVZT56d2hMTYtdeq9q1XsKqFPMvjHOoKFlATkHGN6JhNX4bOafUoBz73jLk9jZPRTRQPs0fAdTr5X-CTGcg55Ib0ciKkgMUy81g0-DfuCqnsnWdMEzCORGYFpHIplYqU9Ar/s1600/_IGP3720.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HdVZT56d2hMTYtdeq9q1XsKqFPMvjHOoKFlATkHGN6JhNX4bOafUoBz73jLk9jZPRTRQPs0fAdTr5X-CTGcg55Ib0ciKkgMUy81g0-DfuCqnsnWdMEzCORGYFpHIplYqU9Ar/s200/_IGP3720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711776664698939266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div>Today, you turned 5 years old. The past few months have brought about challenges and many more joys. Since you turned 4, things have changed a lot! We moved away from Florida, you started physical therapy, had an mri, many doctor appointments to try to diagnose your little leg, and started K4 at FACS. You have grown at least 3 inches in the past year and gained at least 5 pounds. You are growing up and not out at all :)<div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><br /></div><div>God has been with you every step of the way. His hands are all over your precious, little life. You continue to surprise the doctors. Your legs are the same length! They were positive your left leg bones were shorter than your right, but they aren't. You still don't walk completely right, and your muscles are much smaller on your left than your right. You wear a brace in your shoes and have personal insoles. Each day you get stronger and stronger.</div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><br /></div></div><div>You don't have an enemy in the world. You are so much like your mom. You truly have such a gentle spirit and love everyone around you. Everyone is your friend. You come home and talk about "the friends" at school. Our say "my boys" or "my girls" when talking about them. Mrs. Z even had to teach you how to tell the friends to leave your alone, because you wouldn't say anything. The only person you were hurt intentionally would be your big brother, and that doesn't happen very often. Malachi is, of course, your best friend and your worst enemy. You 2 have always shared a room and usually do so extremely well. He needs you as a little brother to help ease his fears and anxieties. Through it all, you never complain and enjoy the fact that your big bro needs you.</div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8T5SCZeiI8X665BiTKUiXOXYBPMNcgLlwRLgTM0z_h5_5kGWqP_LXggZJVRPiHFaHlLKTNYc2fuj2haRNYrs-R2bSBpEtjHZSaiw2oQMnU2v2H0cNrnvpjAqB1E9oLa2pVTa0/s200/100_3299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711777068607985778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Your laughter always fills the house. Your sense of humor continues to develop, and you get that from your Daddy. You LOVE to laugh, and we LOVE to laugh with you and at you :)</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You still encourage us (as your parents), daily. For a time, you would often come up to me, as I was doing the wash, or vacuuming, or cleaning, and say, "You're doing a good job, Mommy!" If you had a knightly name, it would be EZEKIEL the ENCOURAGER.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Even though you were a surprise, even though you have experienced such intense health issues, even though you have been sedated 4 times, you hold the greatest outlook on life and have the most contagious laugh ever. You have taught us not to sweat the little stuff and to be thankful that every day that God gives you. I can't imagine life without you. God must have an incredible plan for your life, and you already have an amazing testimony of God's goodness and grace. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and loving God, too, as you grow and learn. I think God gives us children to teach and raise up in His image, but I often think that God gave you to us to teach us how to love HIM more and more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone is blessed to have known you. I thank God everyday for such a special young man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Love, </div><div>Momma</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZcDdbsXtdxgMkJz_eHBrE-Dt1_Lon3zYuBQSc5EeC2ZMkw23dPUcrcAbN1ugVGdfaTxJRDbN1Ni6yX0-cTlpcMzn_3ty8GgQUWSZ-I4tSiD5l2RO3y5C0Y_J5jq4_9wfu7mfv/s200/420064_3111715484346_1608161998_2535030_282055251_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711778429377482386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px; " /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-31917638967516632002011-11-19T21:33:00.010-05:002011-11-19T22:24:05.503-05:00Pumpkin Patch<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">We visited Carrigan Farms' Pumpkin Patch in October. The boys enjoyed seeing the animals, drinking cider and picking out pumpkins We even met up with family to enjoy the day!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6aEeOhmF-atluzNKYKENRYVKo21vgrKYAVKql1CDaDPnIJNxqcRY7uNRujgzIVyZE8oSd3zw5vmOcOSbVhCxZAtiUq_9sfaEMEqo2W7ZhXeHvp87VyzKLI3PV3ojCgpVTDOQ/s200/_IGP3790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676903059165141394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpyGxVZu-pX7H58XVNLY8T3KShJEmm54JlJqVAZj_bUo2gwgOCoSlYKt_Rh7zaamdp7b9-y-ypZIKSnlRS7Gc2cEg5tskLdS5cPMEjGy4ByjBHGpNG-7HLg846h8qXcOkMcCv/s200/_IGP3810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676913362277003858" /><br /><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2mvZM5ZoSblBFgWzrqvzNxK-BuFurSJX8YNZ0iwoVLumRWt1LvcjTqcLHtWcfkqMMs38P0UweR452MYJ7OFvOGniuRaDeEvApQvXldpIZyDhtlj6HBHeWebV4e2iD52NLrUn/s200/_IGP3754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676901784732599714" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkFfNr7Vz5zkGQ6kpdhV2HpEJeXfYNlsDntq5Bjly4s0HNHHCkMy2w5NonEoRjZHB_SSaqXFvhIRRZQJ8HKlNcmi7mIrWoo33dDTMZoNgrhFcnRFWSwuCg444uComLrI5FD-e/s200/_IGP3769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676902102931121058" /></span></div><div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-3011651474558714312011-09-05T14:26:00.008-05:002011-09-05T14:38:02.661-05:00School Starts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SoI2-mmxa2Q9U41AxM7aWrxle3MiXoWhY-vHIKHra8W5GXUGMg1GaCeSRmjzeqNoGF5mgLRQo4MRUrJaUS63PWfAmxqJRNbHDPgRmSPceKX1Xt5nibjPfIIhGXC1Q_buARoT/s1600/First+day+for+Z+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SoI2-mmxa2Q9U41AxM7aWrxle3MiXoWhY-vHIKHra8W5GXUGMg1GaCeSRmjzeqNoGF5mgLRQo4MRUrJaUS63PWfAmxqJRNbHDPgRmSPceKX1Xt5nibjPfIIhGXC1Q_buARoT/s200/First+day+for+Z+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648961837438838738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfun_wkklPUkXgNBMrkoOSEvhIebl5t2Um8DxEMvt80RpHL8ZyMZLL9XmSedxwFR8f4Ph4xIvuZPXKTU0UVkkvPASwfwpMvKYW0fNyNJKErBI2LvJ9WuWAkCRi-1Hu2EQtKej/s1600/1st+day+for+Z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfun_wkklPUkXgNBMrkoOSEvhIebl5t2Um8DxEMvt80RpHL8ZyMZLL9XmSedxwFR8f4Ph4xIvuZPXKTU0UVkkvPASwfwpMvKYW0fNyNJKErBI2LvJ9WuWAkCRi-1Hu2EQtKej/s200/1st+day+for+Z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648961672571101730" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); ">On Thursday, August 18, Ezekiel began his first day of school at FACS in K-4. He did great, of course, and has enjoyed being with others.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWz2n3PBJiByqjJ5opzMLiwFl7Wf6ZgZoM2ye3JfZD30EdcGQnIkwS2jChC-1IthgTYY9ntfB0982DPuwZbzvU7kN-mYVrsxY5U78b0M9C5O0Y7D8QrUyiBQSv5uOm7nn16C_X/s200/100_3317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648961103909756594" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNT6ochjrmf7qD_N_LvtNgMN5MpX1JWfPe4LhNWmox4CybU-OxSCAY8RoAHI0lEJJ0vh1WAOvcOfttXmYaQAh9w1WTtijf7U6BBAE0BCvDKxPctMHTQlIXcC6rx3kjoZFy0z48/s200/100_3318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648961335323034450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">On Thursday, August 25, Malachi began his first day of school at C.A. Furr Elem. in 1st grade. He, also, did very well, but we have had some bumps in the road since then. He is a great child who struggles with the changes of life. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">There is no picture of Malachi in the classroom because he walked into his class all by himself after getting out of the car!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3-k-tT0DYUDh8mTElxWTTct-O1-mKz8Mnj79U6_HW6NTgrQ1-D80Ypkkze-6Zv9h63-DMsUCwI4JhaOr6i3M-cqb1wYz9HR1U91G5R5Kc-ujpe1Xhs4B42VoRMFmUsm2RSKw/s200/100_3314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648960670217290834" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-28704879276045580822011-07-09T22:07:00.003-05:002011-09-05T14:26:14.533-05:00Dear Malachi,<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/AVvXsEiHP_ry7Tv50PDYKQZuq6t2mw14gE_bn1ja1DAGKMPfO5UAwRO2MlkfGDNEQLj2bcI4z4-r1iZqfiJc69pJGqGx8oCUwzPxtbhs1kXuatLqWif-7b3adah9EqGF2m-bqvteHh63/s320/100_3212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648958824561745874" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJA02W7QxZu987nQHFD1EcXfa-uFP2N2PJ82JtdxB9oSiHuLw26EO9bFTZlrjr7ym4mihr3RujTmXcEGNYcTgHZYkLoxeh8_HAimElkfuZvPmbFXb3h1Zmac9GLdhPe8njJvqB/s1600/100_3207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJA02W7QxZu987nQHFD1EcXfa-uFP2N2PJ82JtdxB9oSiHuLw26EO9bFTZlrjr7ym4mihr3RujTmXcEGNYcTgHZYkLoxeh8_HAimElkfuZvPmbFXb3h1Zmac9GLdhPe8njJvqB/s320/100_3207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648958561234287266" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Today, you finally turned 6 years old! I say finally because being in a public school, you barely missed the cut off for starting kindergarten last August. So, most of your friends have been 6 for at least 6 months, now. AND the fact that we had your birthday party a week early to try to get some of your school friends to make it. We knew going into it that you would be a "young one." At times, you were proving our fears right. At times, you proved us wrong :) You have always been a child who HATED change. You have also seemed to have developed strong "fears" that only come out at certain times. However, this past year was a HUGE success for you!<br /><br />You survived kindergarten & kindergarten survived you. You started out the year crying and crying and not wanting to go to school. The AP at your school literally had to climb in my car and drag you out (only for a few days). Then, you gladly did it on your own and had a great attitude! You had so much change to deal with the first few months of school. Your little brother went into the ICU for the second week of school. One of your grandfathers passed away in September, and you had to miss a whole week of school to travel back to NC. Then in October, Z went back into the hospital for another week. You would think it wouldn't bother you too much, but, again, things were different, and you don't like change.<br /><br />Around that time your teacher, Mrs. Pattie, went on extended maternity leave, and she was concerned that you would not be able to read or "get your act together." Mrs. Lam took over. When Mrs. Pattie returned, she was pleasantly surprised to see that you were doing well reading and had adjusted to kindergarten quite well! Your reading skills were right on target (average) for your class. You excelled in math and earned on level on most things. You were even Excellent in things like science and social studies! Your behavior was on green everyday minus about 3 days, for the whole 2 semester. You are sooooo smart! I mean it, because most kids can't fully "catch up" after being behind in reading skills. Trust me. I know. I taught middle schoolers who couldn't read much better than you :(<br /><br />So, needless to say, you finished kindergarten on level and with great behavior! I think Florida might be a little advanced from other states, which might put you at the head of your class elsewhere :) Even if you are still just "on level," your dad and I are so proud of you! To be one of the youngest kids in your class and succeed like you did, it something truly amazing.<br /><br />From Christmas until the 4th of July, you grew about a whole inch! Your body has gone through a great growth spurt in the past few months. I could tell by the way you looked, how short your shorts were getting, and how tight your shoes were getting. You wore the same pair of tennis shoes all school year! I let you throw them away the next-to-last day of school. You never complained about them hurting your feet until then, and there was no way those shoes would be worn by Z. You wore them out! I was so thankful! You also got to throw your Mario lunchbox and Lightning McQueen bookbag away after the last day of kindergarten. Those could not be re-used either! You got your money's worth out of those :)<br /><br />It's still surreal to me that I will have a young man starting 1st grade in a month and a half. You don't want to go to 1st grade, though. It's not because you don't like school, because you LOVE it. It's because you don't like change and would like to do kindergarten over again :)<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder about your fits that seem to come from deep-down fears. I don't know where the fears come from and why they are so intense, but I realize that we just have to work through it. You are an awesome kid! I wouldn't trade you in for anyone else, and I try hard not to compare you to your brother. You are smart, incredibly handsome, and a people-pleaser. I guess I can claim all of those traits as coming from me, but your dad has most of those traits, too.<br /><br />One other bragging point that I have to bring up is how you were able to share about Jesus with your friends in public school. I know you were only 5, but for you to tell your friends that Easter was not about a bunny but about Jesus is amazing! There were other things, too. Your Daddy got to lead you in a prayer of salvation in the car, on the way home from school around Easter time. I'm so proud to know that you are a light in a dark world! Don't ever be ashamed of Jesus! He paid the ultimate price for you to live this abundant life.<br /><br />I can't believe that you are 6! I can't believe that you "graduated" kindergarten. You are my firstborn child. I am so thankful that God blessed us with you! I love how you love going to church! I love how you are truly your Daddy's buddy and will still crawl up in his lap now. I can't wait to see what you and your dad can dream up to build with all those new legos!<br /><br />I love you, Malachi James, with all my heart. You are a true gift from God! What a blessing you are to our family and to this earth!<br /><br />-Your Momma<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-75158433461452120752011-07-08T13:07:00.004-05:002011-07-08T13:11:00.610-05:00Cow Appreciaton Day at Chick-fil-A<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP_JmgdORBqosaIeR-mg53o788MCC-oiwd_aE6Ak314_OsvGX8mxcmSpa-XLyW-UcTSEQoXRg1CDzpuG-eaEHSKLMBH1i12E7B5ZOYonkPwA_FQHKPe8hk9QlhYm6G3cDvAKY/s1600/100_3301.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/AVvXsEhsP_JmgdORBqosaIeR-mg53o788MCC-oiwd_aE6Ak314_OsvGX8mxcmSpa-XLyW-UcTSEQoXRg1CDzpuG-eaEHSKLMBH1i12E7B5ZOYonkPwA_FQHKPe8hk9QlhYm6G3cDvAKY/s320/100_3301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627045470933289746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzk_EzsV7SN7t3GXIfSSSw_TIt440cFDnDC-uwoak8ds_P4ooKe1YPDZtqx9cj6-Of4pHlfgkoQE5i0zxnFjscO-gZm1y56SQk4jcZlSU5MlscF_JsHGqSvrt0QGK3LGLyXJ16/s1600/100_3299.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/AVvXsEhzk_EzsV7SN7t3GXIfSSSw_TIt440cFDnDC-uwoak8ds_P4ooKe1YPDZtqx9cj6-Of4pHlfgkoQE5i0zxnFjscO-gZm1y56SQk4jcZlSU5MlscF_JsHGqSvrt0QGK3LGLyXJ16/s320/100_3299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627045314570057298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBcZXzPrBJ3hWO8rbRFbT71_xbEWDlSLu-jhBBILw57r-klcOHZCwNB8JTpKVkCqGFlT2CI0x7WIdVR-lhz-Lv3BTvjkhE2lRg-T-09xqvv4K4CAI0nHRL9JTOBzaSKuwJ3YF/s1600/100_3300.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/AVvXsEiXBcZXzPrBJ3hWO8rbRFbT71_xbEWDlSLu-jhBBILw57r-klcOHZCwNB8JTpKVkCqGFlT2CI0x7WIdVR-lhz-Lv3BTvjkhE2lRg-T-09xqvv4K4CAI0nHRL9JTOBzaSKuwJ3YF/s320/100_3300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627045181710816194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Today was Cow Appreciation Day at Chick-fil-A. The boys got free kid's meals for their outfits. Daniel, Grammy, & I got a free entree (sandwich/salad) for wearing the iconic "Eat Mor Chikin" signs. It was fun!<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-3832674353289539632011-07-05T14:41:00.003-05:002011-07-05T15:33:39.130-05:00The Back is Back<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">A little over 2 weeks ago, on Father's Day, Daniel and I were rolling up and moving the inflatable slide that we used the day before for Malachi's birthday party. I'm a lot heavier than I used to be and should be and have been so stressed/tired that I haven't been very active lately. So, needless to say, I strained several back muscles. At first they were concerned about a herniated disc, but we found out a few days later that it was just muscles. It is the worst pain that I have ever experienced. Every time I moved, it hurt. At times, it was hard to walk or even get to the toilet. I'm thankful that my husband was around to take me to all the appointments. He said that he was "driving Ms. Daisy."<br /><br />It hurt to sit up. The only thing that didn't hurt too much was laying on my back. Monday, I didn't do much and thought the pain would go away. When it didn't go away by Tuesday, Daniel took me to a chiropractor. He suggested I go to the doctor and get pain meds. That was the best suggestion of the week! So, after spending an hour at the chiro, we got lunch. I hurt too much to eat, so it was just the boys eating. Then, we went to the dr., who gave me 2 shots, one was for pain, the other a steroid to decrease the inflammation. I left with 3 prescriptions (vicotin for pain, prednisone steroid, and a muscle relaxer). I felt MUCH better after the 2 shots. We, then, went to the chiro, again, and let him do some more therapy on me. It still hurt a lot to sit up, but I was dramatically better.<br /><br />Wednesday I went to the chiro for therapy and tried to rest and sleep (thanks to the meds). Still in a lot of pain. It was also our anniversary. We made it to Moe's for lunch, but that was still hard for me to sit through.<br /><br />Thursday, I made it to the chiro, again, and this time he felt comfortable in adjusting me. It made me more sore, but it helped more in the long run. That evening I felt up to doing a "sit down" restaurant. So, we took our family of 4 to Texas Roadhouse.<br /><br />Friday morning came, and I was feeling much better. Went for another adjustment and therapy at the chiro. I still had to ice my back and rest a lot, but I was feeling like I could move a little without pain. Friday evening I took the last dose of meds. Saturday morning, we decided that Daniel would go and be a counselor at the SC district kids' camp with our friends from Beaufort. So, it suddenly became busy. We had to start packing. We took the boys to see Cars 2 at 2pm. We had an hour drive to church at 5pm. After getting home from church, at around 7:15pm, Daniel cooked dinner and mowed the yard. We packed up a little bit and went to bed.<br /><br />Sunday morning rolled around. We feverishly packed whatever we would need for the next 2 weeks. After driving to Beaufort that afternoon/evening, we stayed with our friends. Monday morning they headed out early to camp. The boys and I were on our way to NC for the next two weeks. I had 4 hours to drive on my own. My back was ok until the last hour when we got into Charlotte. When I had to keep moving my foot back and forth from the gas to the break, it caused a lot of pain in my lower back. Thankfully, the boys were well-behaved. I didn't make it to the chiro that day.<br /><br />Tuesday afternoon, I painfully made it to our favorite chiro, Dr. Love. He was able to adjust me, and I began to feel TONS better. I went twice to Dr. Love on Wednesday and once on Thursday. Each visit, I felt better and better. Now, I am just trying to move carefully and not strain the muscles and ice my lower back several times a day. I'm thankful that I can move, again, without any pain. It took about 2 weeks, and I still need to ice it, but I am thankful for getting somewhat back to normal.<br /><br />...and that I picked Daniel up on Friday, July 1st, to help me and be with me. I miss him when he's gone.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-81248274334563495972011-07-02T16:39:00.008-05:002011-07-02T16:52:07.431-05:00Hinson Great-Grandchildren<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Daniel's side of the family is a different H. It was nice to get some pictures of all 5 of them together today. In order from left to right, our boys (Ezekiel - 4 years & Malachi - 1 week shy of 6 years), Chris and Miranda's son (Bryson - 8 months), Nathan & Felicia's girls (Ivey - 2 years & Aubri - 4 years). Ezekiel is 2 weeks older than Aubri. So, they are definitely the closest in age.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqARMcP_NdpEDJYQyvbO2oZ0VJdYh91GWjf9BlODslWgJEX6tTCjYt-he5adN7ehWjOu8gp_IlDjixPTcjeUM3kz4Sq1WuxIwVyboyPQQYwgKOOk9u481KjmKpYsicoIbdLLbv/s1600/100_3298.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/AVvXsEiqARMcP_NdpEDJYQyvbO2oZ0VJdYh91GWjf9BlODslWgJEX6tTCjYt-he5adN7ehWjOu8gp_IlDjixPTcjeUM3kz4Sq1WuxIwVyboyPQQYwgKOOk9u481KjmKpYsicoIbdLLbv/s320/100_3298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624874573843096226" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU74YBan8saNwJbSxExLSZtGOeLpkORwJgdRcJ-8TyTdtZyZrYWd196xCFE1V0ekuLdUBr7TZvmSP_7qoaGImV5jiIomTHtoWjjEDEg0hweJ4BVnJB2o7v6HBfcslJ_zuMwQRS/s1600/100_3297.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/AVvXsEgU74YBan8saNwJbSxExLSZtGOeLpkORwJgdRcJ-8TyTdtZyZrYWd196xCFE1V0ekuLdUBr7TZvmSP_7qoaGImV5jiIomTHtoWjjEDEg0hweJ4BVnJB2o7v6HBfcslJ_zuMwQRS/s320/100_3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624874399582318082" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Thanksgiving 2010 was the first picture of all the 5 grandkids together! From left to right, Ezekiel (3 years), Malachi (5 years), Bryson (3 weeks), Aubri (3 years), & Ivey (17 months).<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToSK8xAsXvbNKuKuJQSlbY_KOcjulXCzUYh9iG1mmqC_-VKRWy5QaNPWAbilgIEOCXvR6suPv557xDP2rEVbTGKa7q3MHpgGKRfDhX99BW6EVIE-u1F2NTpkYaZUSXJLN77t1/s1600/100_3107.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/AVvXsEgToSK8xAsXvbNKuKuJQSlbY_KOcjulXCzUYh9iG1mmqC_-VKRWy5QaNPWAbilgIEOCXvR6suPv557xDP2rEVbTGKa7q3MHpgGKRfDhX99BW6EVIE-u1F2NTpkYaZUSXJLN77t1/s320/100_3107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624873454138091810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xlRTFmME3wMyo3j26VJAdZ4SNqFiHMlxT1Ofdh1iA_VYPQfOgIa5-NZOBYaL1APOZAh9D2z0mUTDIp0Ji2FBGJPLnwQzG1qbJrMelBHPb_fqi91gIAK4vD_AAuS2npqk7WgP/s1600/100_3108.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/AVvXsEj7xlRTFmME3wMyo3j26VJAdZ4SNqFiHMlxT1Ofdh1iA_VYPQfOgIa5-NZOBYaL1APOZAh9D2z0mUTDIp0Ji2FBGJPLnwQzG1qbJrMelBHPb_fqi91gIAK4vD_AAuS2npqk7WgP/s320/100_3108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624873900691813506" border="0" /></a></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-17722608149725275772011-07-02T16:28:00.005-05:002011-07-02T16:38:39.739-05:00Fun with Grammy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN-CDhseekS3-awMjKtH9vVczjXHTzVDOTBFUGcB3u55GV93TwhgVJOzNght4c0VpuOpFp8xktnEGHTv0HpedhpOt4DiSz6FmS6QZlAWNAkfIkfc4mdQQZNsuEVTZ7I8UWArn/s1600/100_3274.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/AVvXsEhlN-CDhseekS3-awMjKtH9vVczjXHTzVDOTBFUGcB3u55GV93TwhgVJOzNght4c0VpuOpFp8xktnEGHTv0HpedhpOt4DiSz6FmS6QZlAWNAkfIkfc4mdQQZNsuEVTZ7I8UWArn/s320/100_3274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624872565102779426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkGISR9XKPmM-tUqxWd30fNLf9C_0KPWMzjyc8Q9tijCDv3xB7UPWYzC5Lr2-hy9gPX6Q7tCTbTMj2bwZ3rDyNwCOoYE27E43ayVOMsvkEbTmcNex86ZkwSE0_CZmiBRWIeNh/s1600/100_3270.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/AVvXsEiPkGISR9XKPmM-tUqxWd30fNLf9C_0KPWMzjyc8Q9tijCDv3xB7UPWYzC5Lr2-hy9gPX6Q7tCTbTMj2bwZ3rDyNwCOoYE27E43ayVOMsvkEbTmcNex86ZkwSE0_CZmiBRWIeNh/s320/100_3270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624872339777913682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The boys enjoyed making cookies with Grammy while Mommy iced her back and rested. I don't think the mix was that great, but they had a blast helping.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UMGD9c1bHC2yWMo8ZHN2W57BIP5JZDYI4JrSRrJuRd_ePecyPX31qHoFlGd4q-oTYaECH-MIJ_BCkpujWSTGJpcJ1J-KwgiVz6PTTCHVRnMH6ZgcGSrw67kgkqB73uWZDRzd/s1600/100_3278.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/AVvXsEh2UMGD9c1bHC2yWMo8ZHN2W57BIP5JZDYI4JrSRrJuRd_ePecyPX31qHoFlGd4q-oTYaECH-MIJ_BCkpujWSTGJpcJ1J-KwgiVz6PTTCHVRnMH6ZgcGSrw67kgkqB73uWZDRzd/s320/100_3278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624871346910416626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-l0OOnDKJy6wmWVFA-svf2-WJ_3fO5w7qPmeCwhJd15HFlhdlemWzplExED1lELS4wlGeZ1V17diUS8MgPUurD7grKKNA1qQah3iRoHujuDwc6zksycCTjhOW5Eu7aA0QAhyH/s1600/100_3281.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/AVvXsEi-l0OOnDKJy6wmWVFA-svf2-WJ_3fO5w7qPmeCwhJd15HFlhdlemWzplExED1lELS4wlGeZ1V17diUS8MgPUurD7grKKNA1qQah3iRoHujuDwc6zksycCTjhOW5Eu7aA0QAhyH/s320/100_3281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624871619432551346" border="0" /></a>Later on the boys helped pick up sticks and take them out to the road. They got eaten up by mosquitoes in the process :-/<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-3609708478387610282011-06-29T11:59:00.004-05:002011-06-29T12:04:10.084-05:00Reading with Grammy<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">One of Malachi & Ezekiel's favorite thing to do while in NC is to have Grammy read books to them. Yesterday was no different. Usually they choose Berenstain Bear books (their Momma's favorites growing up), but since we took most of those books with us to Florida, they chose some Disney books from their Mom's and Uncle's childhood. I'm thankful for the break from reading Berenstain books and from reading them books in general, and Grammy eats it up!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhC-gQnG650Yt6vBgnN8CaZKOUX3YpZwsdz1hQa7dL48KfoFkWpdND1DhUv81iWdrAzr7rILQVtD_5y1HG9Omz9plNZQb9YLrEPxVd_01nONTe7fJKzoBVXjCBOldB5tvu6gN/s1600/100_3268.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/AVvXsEiYhC-gQnG650Yt6vBgnN8CaZKOUX3YpZwsdz1hQa7dL48KfoFkWpdND1DhUv81iWdrAzr7rILQVtD_5y1HG9Omz9plNZQb9YLrEPxVd_01nONTe7fJKzoBVXjCBOldB5tvu6gN/s320/100_3268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623688179846171586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQZO5zF5ykarJutRblo3o7RsApLV1BS_GhX3V4RVhZFDZjGgBV6IQ83UfKR0rrwG4YozmW89NnA_Fb16wBCSc71RyxwXlXtH-W3dRVOZTYCNdy5m-HPAkvpkSYK62HeuEU1jJ/s1600/100_3269.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/AVvXsEiwQZO5zF5ykarJutRblo3o7RsApLV1BS_GhX3V4RVhZFDZjGgBV6IQ83UfKR0rrwG4YozmW89NnA_Fb16wBCSc71RyxwXlXtH-W3dRVOZTYCNdy5m-HPAkvpkSYK62HeuEU1jJ/s320/100_3269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623688332810772786" border="0" /></a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-65779072877218041462011-06-29T11:55:00.003-05:002011-06-29T11:59:30.525-05:00June 19, 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqdjtvDFfufcUqgrX8aRRWXf8dn753720upR2IDfAt4-NE8jSDwGdxDzAmPf-3bWdARRxfPgHTbp0FvJ5RfBwEB_ScC7S_DBRB-RSCjr-9xZuSOcp7nUR1COoIncFcpndk5Qn/s1600/100_3266.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Malachi & Ezekiel showing off Malachi's birthday toys - Special Agent Oso & Iron Man plane</span></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizU83pt54oavsr-kgWP0EIW53ZnZh8kLC37hm08xBUZ0KS1f_9Bir7ZvDMjM5m9pFZWTt005fmm3r2VlX4YQCmRxR-lOpfI-XR5JHn4UcZ7HgjZHPMQ1s4syScoWuiQOGuEQqL/s1600/100_3264.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/AVvXsEizU83pt54oavsr-kgWP0EIW53ZnZh8kLC37hm08xBUZ0KS1f_9Bir7ZvDMjM5m9pFZWTt005fmm3r2VlX4YQCmRxR-lOpfI-XR5JHn4UcZ7HgjZHPMQ1s4syScoWuiQOGuEQqL/s320/100_3264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623686689429139266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqdjtvDFfufcUqgrX8aRRWXf8dn753720upR2IDfAt4-NE8jSDwGdxDzAmPf-3bWdARRxfPgHTbp0FvJ5RfBwEB_ScC7S_DBRB-RSCjr-9xZuSOcp7nUR1COoIncFcpndk5Qn/s1600/100_3266.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/AVvXsEiAqdjtvDFfufcUqgrX8aRRWXf8dn753720upR2IDfAt4-NE8jSDwGdxDzAmPf-3bWdARRxfPgHTbp0FvJ5RfBwEB_ScC7S_DBRB-RSCjr-9xZuSOcp7nUR1COoIncFcpndk5Qn/s320/100_3266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623687014949426866" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-29605437707261878002011-06-28T16:07:00.005-05:002011-06-28T16:15:35.884-05:00Malachi's Birthday Party<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">For Malachi's 6th birthday we wanted a Lego birthday party with the water slide with his school friends. Since his birthday is in the middle of the summer, we decided to do it 3 weeks early to try to get some of his school friends to come. He ended up with 2 school friends, and 2 church friends. It was a blast! I know he wanted a few more friends to come, but he sure did have a great time and got plenty of Legos!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvX7isIVpnt2UYvd5vpyvw4AWmttx3OYP7ctt1P8kn-W2fniZfEqFifA-kdEALJjMKv4bDPOBRPDOh8Wrhkp5A1pCVpFEcWJazbMua9Of3vI4CCwm2WPSq0O4SB4bw_giUf_P/s1600/100_3257.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/AVvXsEiWvX7isIVpnt2UYvd5vpyvw4AWmttx3OYP7ctt1P8kn-W2fniZfEqFifA-kdEALJjMKv4bDPOBRPDOh8Wrhkp5A1pCVpFEcWJazbMua9Of3vI4CCwm2WPSq0O4SB4bw_giUf_P/s320/100_3257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623382151582442818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDNinWZ24glGfvU2EYXQfWk1_cketMtu1mPS9hh_wsv5qJkD1cY-6icdu6Rwx7W1kbV0FUy25MC6Boc7bC94HWWmrpvpiCiEHRWbp4LZMvKhyphenhyphentt36AI2NDSHatPm_zG913dF4/s1600/100_3255.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/AVvXsEgvDNinWZ24glGfvU2EYXQfWk1_cketMtu1mPS9hh_wsv5qJkD1cY-6icdu6Rwx7W1kbV0FUy25MC6Boc7bC94HWWmrpvpiCiEHRWbp4LZMvKhyphenhyphentt36AI2NDSHatPm_zG913dF4/s320/100_3255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623381965082003762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDYPlFKFG12UTXtJFAx0mPEPUZBK-GrUOafwZgcoMdfvJ-CrE7fqu_wcIOmMVnrowgDgYSxC3_DGzrD26EKu1eb2Ou65NRJ0cZXeEuqzoPpaBICOo-gveltE7lOEq-4QFksCh/s1600/100_3251.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/AVvXsEifDYPlFKFG12UTXtJFAx0mPEPUZBK-GrUOafwZgcoMdfvJ-CrE7fqu_wcIOmMVnrowgDgYSxC3_DGzrD26EKu1eb2Ou65NRJ0cZXeEuqzoPpaBICOo-gveltE7lOEq-4QFksCh/s320/100_3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623381218009045346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjsLRC9Wi1Vum_Sw2b2b-JSUf34Rxc6oGpHapcDKoBwavtJ50fpB-3sYJflQSzb1yHkADOUr5RUZA6ll50rgLdaH0jkwotr3qHLwLGO6OYCdhsXJbkoz3tYSGx4wweS8tjFlG/s1600/100_3254.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/AVvXsEjdjsLRC9Wi1Vum_Sw2b2b-JSUf34Rxc6oGpHapcDKoBwavtJ50fpB-3sYJflQSzb1yHkADOUr5RUZA6ll50rgLdaH0jkwotr3qHLwLGO6OYCdhsXJbkoz3tYSGx4wweS8tjFlG/s320/100_3254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623381524170014066" border="0" /></a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-11259071913490468042011-06-28T16:01:00.004-05:002011-06-28T16:07:03.773-05:00Spring Break at Myrtle Beach with Grammy & Grandpa<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">It was still a little cold at the beach in late April/early May, but they have 2 indoor pools. It didn't deter the boys' love for swimming at all. 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Malachi went to his friends at his public school and told them that week that Easter was not about a bunny, but its about Jesus! So proud of that little dude! He loves church and shares his beliefs!!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14166677.post-70113724878918426812011-06-28T15:48:00.004-05:002011-06-28T15:52:38.783-05:00Happy Birthday, Daddy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj8FcmxWIT3Zb_ZYABgDZgD5FbcKhLMHE9V3xRoQPNmMUW5sqW05XX_GwfABsuvvV1XT5sqmxFO7Rs5JtAgITG3qC2p_rOgQZr3s1BzWxU2s8mRdXgnPRTNkAzqgvsh4Fs_9sg/s1600/100_3203.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/AVvXsEgj8FcmxWIT3Zb_ZYABgDZgD5FbcKhLMHE9V3xRoQPNmMUW5sqW05XX_GwfABsuvvV1XT5sqmxFO7Rs5JtAgITG3qC2p_rOgQZr3s1BzWxU2s8mRdXgnPRTNkAzqgvsh4Fs_9sg/s320/100_3203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623376329413886706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rVWV-MsM1eiJ3_LiH1FxNSnJVxMSt1TaqQwKfyPrY8METcfoaFNhsOErwB4OHs_PY-GwbNk1TufPI5YfrHn6LhLhVJM2bAPy-IvteBVbmTd_B2HV3y-ldRZD02Pk5XJ9LamN/s1600/100_3199.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/AVvXsEg_rVWV-MsM1eiJ3_LiH1FxNSnJVxMSt1TaqQwKfyPrY8METcfoaFNhsOErwB4OHs_PY-GwbNk1TufPI5YfrHn6LhLhVJM2bAPy-IvteBVbmTd_B2HV3y-ldRZD02Pk5XJ9LamN/s320/100_3199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623376167922509666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbVmMcp43un4eY9ALuuINOxZ7PGaMCWgTfwZ_BzOQPTvxf48Qxpxiq_35XipivrarIcm-E7efVLyu3Rx073pKayItAuNmt1ulyyFBEp342tboFHIA9k7xGx9qwGy3B96lMwpW/s1600/100_3197.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/AVvXsEhHbVmMcp43un4eY9ALuuINOxZ7PGaMCWgTfwZ_BzOQPTvxf48Qxpxiq_35XipivrarIcm-E7efVLyu3Rx073pKayItAuNmt1ulyyFBEp342tboFHIA9k7xGx9qwGy3B96lMwpW/s320/100_3197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623376045015406290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">For Daniel's birthday, we went to opening night for the Tampa Yankees. The Yanks won, there were discounted tickets and drinks, while there, and fireworks right after the game. Fun was had by all :)<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0