tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78464596891648800032024-03-05T00:28:42.361-08:00optimistic obsessionsPorter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-56061876371675075502012-06-17T22:07:00.001-07:002012-06-17T22:08:58.260-07:00Fathers day 2012I pray my children soak in the goodness of their father early in life. I feel like it wasn't until my mother passed away that I saw all my dad is as a man and father. I see now being patient is a gem few people possess, I know what it truly means to be humble. I have seen the definition of cling to your wife and none else along with a man who worked hard to make a life for his family. Through my dad I have learned what hard work is, and to never treat anyone less than how you would want to be treated. He is amazing and strong and I admire him so.....<br />
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If my children were to follow their father and his example they would grow to be the happiest of people, they would learn service without end, hard work, and putting yourself last and family first. They would learn to love with all their hearts and how to treat their spouses like royalty. They would learn to be funny, and make life enjoyable for others. If my children grow to be like their father they will have faith that is unstoppable, a testimony that is immovable and the desire to follow the Lord. I hope they know how blessed they are to have this man in their lives for they have the ability to be anything they want to be with him as their father.....<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRkByGkYp4ev8cESjD4QsGUYlCRLUSXY-aDV7TF0puPvnWTMbb6GZ7fhEhrepQGOBr2m82lEVd8J51dEWaBgrjunaXNIqHeBv9Mx_F6FN99Yb03o0p5N3luYtfT6nTPbN7Ij-3oIknSDp/s640/blogger-image-836960120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRkByGkYp4ev8cESjD4QsGUYlCRLUSXY-aDV7TF0puPvnWTMbb6GZ7fhEhrepQGOBr2m82lEVd8J51dEWaBgrjunaXNIqHeBv9Mx_F6FN99Yb03o0p5N3luYtfT6nTPbN7Ij-3oIknSDp/s640/blogger-image-836960120.jpg" /></a></div>Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-85481923057020982802012-02-22T09:28:00.000-08:002012-02-22T09:28:46.525-08:00Collette is 6 months old...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPuumAShOB9kXwOB_ry03gLwn-3rzHk5P3jAwyL8uiE6p9d_cmXk4wbM1vTOUI23PSn3huhj2_7R9GoCZRKXs4FIh8hY8nW4V8vdQfbjlMAacsGxExlYS2QhGKhcWpjN0S0GOTJgFGmrz/s1600/425459_193596637411134_100002823983821_271740_386996132_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPuumAShOB9kXwOB_ry03gLwn-3rzHk5P3jAwyL8uiE6p9d_cmXk4wbM1vTOUI23PSn3huhj2_7R9GoCZRKXs4FIh8hY8nW4V8vdQfbjlMAacsGxExlYS2QhGKhcWpjN0S0GOTJgFGmrz/s320/425459_193596637411134_100002823983821_271740_386996132_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My sweet 6 month old Coco Collette. I am IN LOVE with you my sweet baby girl. The giggles, the smiles, the rolling, the babbles, the bubbles, the cooing, the mamammas, the toe eating it all melts my heart each and every day. You have your sisters appearance and your brothers personality and you add so much to our family. You make great company at all hours of the night and have the yummiest cheeks that I could nibble all the day long. Your mommy sure loves you!Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-40408645646322003322012-02-18T21:49:00.001-08:002012-02-18T21:49:19.717-08:00Movie nightWe have a great night eating "fufu panda " pei Wei and watching Gremlins with the kids. Love love love family nights!<br />
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Collette is a round, bubbly, happy little girl who wants to be awake all hours so she doesn't miss the excitement that is always taking place within the walls of our home. I love that I never know what each day will bring..... what new story from Elizabeth, what new imaginary play from Reed and if Collette will finally let out that giggle I am so badly waiting to hear. We are busy, none the less, these three little ones don't quite clean up after themselves..... but they are so helpful in their own little ways. Miss Elizabeth usually performs some random dance for us every night and Reed usually joins in towards the end. She is showing more and more that she is just a kind hearted little girl. She is so sweet to her siblings and can be such a peacemaker when she wants to be. She told me tonight that when I get upset and yell at her then she won't tell me I'm her best friend but I really still am, best friends indeed we are, but her mother above all of course. Reed is saying all sorts of sentences these days but my favorite was when I walked into his room one night as I heard him crying and he said,''mommy, I NEED you..." You better believe that received an award and he slept in my bed that night.... and of course he now says it all the time. Love my mommas boy. As soon as daddy walks into the door Reed is right there ready to wrestle. Porter and Reed taunt each other by saying,"you want a piece of me" back and forth. And let's not forget itty bitty Collette with cheeks as round as the moon and a smile that lights up the room. She gets so much attention everywhere we go.... she is a doll. She is such a joy to have in our home and so different from Elizabeth and Reed. Everything I knew about babies with my first two has gone out the window with this little girl. She is more needy than the rest of them and gets fussier more often but she is so cute at the same time its no fuss at all. Really it just boils down to when she is awake she wants to have social interaction the whole time of else she grunts and it turns into crying. Elizabeth and Reed are AWESOME when it comes to this because they love to lay by her and give her all the attention she wants and needs. I love the sibling relationship, it is so cute and special. On another note.... the holidays came and went and were as wonderful as could be. I loved the extra time we had as a family at home and going around town. With all the fun in our home there of course is the fact that things are busy and hard at times. I feel like I have been a complainer lately and it is bugging me. Obviously 3 kids is work but I don't know why I feel like I need others to notice and mention that I am working hard. I know I work hard, and it really doesn't matter if other people notice or care now does it. I think as moms or at least me as a mom we don't see our hard work as an outcome like some things in life come out. We do the laundry and bam the basket is full again..... we do the dishes and next thing we know it's dinner time and the sink is full again..... we sweep we mop we dust and it comes back nothing to show but most importantly we play, we laugh, we tickle, we read, we watch, we love, we explain, we teach, we cry, we hug, we kiss, we cuddle, we enjoy our little ones and that is where our hard work is focused and no we do not see it like a finished essay or painting... our hard work we invest in our children is developing them little by little into great outcomes. With things so busy I have a hard time reaching goals from day to day and it weighs on me and makes me feel like I am not accomplishing much but I sit back and remember I am, I am tackling loving 3 kids 4 and under who are very needy and very appreciative of the love I give..... They soak it up like sponges, and I love the hair that needs braiding, the shoes that need tieing, and the diaper that needs changing. There really is no where I would rather be or anything else I would rather be doing so I don't know why I feel the need to complain from time to time. I am blessed, I know I am and I have kids who amaze me everyday and a husband who reminds me whenever we are together that June 3rd 2005 was the best decision I ever made.... so here is to no more complaining and continuing on in my motherhood journey with a better attitude this new year!<br />
and here are my new years resolutions... now that they are written I can better be held accountable for them...... striving to hit <b>12</b> personal goals every day for 20<b>12 </b>in hopes of a more organized day.....<br />
1. scriptures<br />
2. morning and evening prayer<br />
3. light exercise 6days a week<br />
4. minimum of 15 minutes quiet time for each child individually<br />
5. home made dinner all weekday nights<br />
6. front room and kitchen tidy before bed<br />
7. 30 minutes towards a personal project daily (journal, craft, sewing...)<br />
8. one load of laundry a day, no less no more ( it could take over ones whole week!)<br />
9. read something church based with Porter each night<br />
10. drink minimum of 64oz water daily<br />
11. minimum of 5 servings or fruits/veggies daily<br />
12. actively search some way to serve someone dailyPorter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-21601024633707350762011-12-12T23:02:00.000-08:002011-12-12T23:02:50.961-08:00Happy Birthday.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgole5gtQijh6SJzUBhXYXjnAIZwy4HSm_lZky123GxAEIyh85fw6o8K-HvUAlZBu_iQiMpGWie4EkqZdhu79HHoPQgsy1s8WUww5Zmoyv6RM1BJePH2uzlxYkV6lQEyyQWjr3yHP4koTVs/s1600/IMG_4424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgole5gtQijh6SJzUBhXYXjnAIZwy4HSm_lZky123GxAEIyh85fw6o8K-HvUAlZBu_iQiMpGWie4EkqZdhu79HHoPQgsy1s8WUww5Zmoyv6RM1BJePH2uzlxYkV6lQEyyQWjr3yHP4koTVs/s320/IMG_4424.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>My dear daughter is 4. I can hardly believe it. So sweet and special, so kind and lovable. This birthday was not our ideal celebration. We had originally planned to go to Disneyland to celelbrate but poor Reed came down with hand foot and mouth virus and then intantigo on top of it. It was a miserable week. Poor Reed just wanted to be held but of course Collette needed to be held and fed and that doesn't work so well when trying to keep germs from traveling. Elizabeths birthday started off with me holing Reed who was creaming and Porter holding crying Collette. I walked over to her bed and mouthed happy birthday because there was no way she was hearing it over the noise. We made the best of the situation. A new princess dress, tiara, and gloves.... a new barbie, power wheels jeep and art kit and krispy kreme breakfast, rainforest cafe lunch and a trip to her favorite place QT gas station to pick a treat. Oh yeah and Reed to the dr for a look at his rash and a prescription run. This entire week and weekend of complete chaos at our house taught me so much. I have been complaining a lot lately about how busy three kids are. I have failed to think how blessed we are that all three kids are healthy and well. I sometimes get overwhelmed having all three of them surrounding me to cuddle at the same time but with Reed sick and only being able to hold him or the others all I wanted was the three of them at once. This week of sickness I felt a lot of sadness and feelings of inadequacy as I could tend to either Reed or Colletee and Elizabeth in efforts to not get the girls sick. As I was holding Reed the girls were crying , as I was feeding Collette Reed was screaming for me to hold him hold him. The house was getting messier, the laundry was out of control as well. I realize I am taking for granted their health and the special times we have with our crazy family of 5. I need to stop complaining that things are hard because they really aren't when everyone is healthy. I am blessed beyond measure and am excited to get my healthy little 2 year old back. We have missed the snake hunting, gun shooting, loud laughing, frog jumping, entertaining, cuddling little two year old that makes out family all that it is. He hasn't been himself until today. And Collette misses her big brother holding her I'm sure, those two are buddies. Sweet Elizabeth, thank you for caring about your brother and being so understanding when we didn't go to Disneyland. Thank you for being so helpful all the time. You just got a new chore chart and you are doing amazing always asking if you can clear the table or clean up. We love and appreciate you our little princess. Thank you for being all that you are, you are amazing through and through. Oh and next time we have a mommy daughter lunch date please don't point and call a woman plump even if it sounds nicer than fat.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-63468409738068308632011-11-15T13:28:00.000-08:002011-11-15T13:28:12.687-08:00I'm optimistic you will love this site as much as I do and their amazing prices on kids stuff... click <a href="http://www.zulily.com/invite/kwilliams5401">HERE</a>Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-41818431609058154932011-11-07T23:50:00.000-08:002011-11-07T23:50:08.449-08:00Awesome giveaway..click<a href="http://envymycooking.blogspot.com/2011/11/giveaway-you-dont-want-to-miss.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> here</span></a>!Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-62003285096975483912011-11-07T00:15:00.000-08:002011-11-07T00:15:36.263-08:00My little Reedy BoyMy sweet Reed....<br />
As I just went into your and Elizabeths bedroom to check on you I saw you about to fall off the end of your bed. I have no clue how you wiggled your way all the way to the end but I'm glad you did because I was able to pick you up and rock you in the rocking chair for a bit before I laid you back down. You are such a special little spirit in our family. I hope you know you are capable of any and everything and that your mommy and daddy love you so very much. Last night our family had a bond fire in the backyard. We all sat around the fire in lawn chairs cuddled up in the cold with our blankets and our smores. Towards the end the girls came inside and just you and your daddy stayed outside by that fire. It was a good 20 minutes just the two of you. I peeked outside and it was the sweetest site to see my boys out there cuddled together. You are such an outgoing, fun little guy we just can't get enough of you. Thanks for being the joy you are in our little family. Even though you won't remember these little memories with both your dad and I, I want you to be able to read you these stories over the years to remind you of a time when you were a little guy I could rock in a rocking chair in the middle of the night and I'm optimistic you will cherish these stories as much as we do. I sure do love you my little Reedy boy.<br />
xoxoxo mommyPorter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-77237134308229908612011-11-04T01:20:00.000-07:002011-11-04T01:20:00.046-07:00October 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Halloween was a hoot! Collette was a peacock, Elizabeth a "pink Barbie cat" and Reedy boy a Chicago Cubs baseball player.... We went to a party in Tucson ( thanks to JAMIE!) a family party and of course trick or treating... this year with her fun cousins Jacob and Quinn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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That's my boy!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzm6EV8WHyUO1ZW03gUKxucq3TaAfIozxUV9BvAbwgHazrbx7DGPpwo4RGe7GxI6B_us3oJvX_iGpFzDHjeEmoZDI6YqkRjFTevoUNj_9uig9BmOYCeqLAuteP7oOV5oAcyJAw7J7iwvd/s1600/IMG_3695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzm6EV8WHyUO1ZW03gUKxucq3TaAfIozxUV9BvAbwgHazrbx7DGPpwo4RGe7GxI6B_us3oJvX_iGpFzDHjeEmoZDI6YqkRjFTevoUNj_9uig9BmOYCeqLAuteP7oOV5oAcyJAw7J7iwvd/s400/IMG_3695.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>I am so thankful, and feel so blessed. Blessed to have the family I do. I am one lucky momma and love these sweet children so. They are amazing and I am so lucky to call them mine....Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-63042684606801847992011-09-29T01:43:00.000-07:002011-09-29T01:43:47.988-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-4mCGCK87IpefJuy9TSp9ynjRVUg1eiO3Bu-byyzQbDo0GrpHxy8DGMUfB_66t8EN8QqyCtEwR1ZTx-1RtbQSAWCs5XsTeSHTQ7kg4FVtemlk_DNHmQTeD0QjUVDGO_Di4oGn5KJ9omI/s1600/IMG_3253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-4mCGCK87IpefJuy9TSp9ynjRVUg1eiO3Bu-byyzQbDo0GrpHxy8DGMUfB_66t8EN8QqyCtEwR1ZTx-1RtbQSAWCs5XsTeSHTQ7kg4FVtemlk_DNHmQTeD0QjUVDGO_Di4oGn5KJ9omI/s400/IMG_3253.JPG" width="400" /></a>It was so great waking up Saturday morning and starting the day off with a family bike ride to the park. The kids are starting to become better and better of friends. They laughed and played as daddy chased them around. They were so excited to be able to go to the park since it is not a million degrees anymore:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AyU2P5K77cOcaCNcLfEZaq81DPHk0A_6oZ13HhEv1Wvb07aNDcgE2z8lvW5w_1-S9iEFBUN7A-JGAirwwhOaKF7JJbAb8p18swx3_NEiJfRLDTixT_xG-UOK6yGxN-_kejlZV6y5-h5P/s1600/IMG_3250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AyU2P5K77cOcaCNcLfEZaq81DPHk0A_6oZ13HhEv1Wvb07aNDcgE2z8lvW5w_1-S9iEFBUN7A-JGAirwwhOaKF7JJbAb8p18swx3_NEiJfRLDTixT_xG-UOK6yGxN-_kejlZV6y5-h5P/s400/IMG_3250.JPG" width="400" /></a>I love to just sit and watch them play. I love to see their imaginations in full bloom. I love to hear their giggles and watch them work together as a team. I love to see how Reed copies almost everything Elizabeth does and how Elizabeth is becoming more and more like a second mom to her little brother.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaWGUcGmAPMKDFa8g5ci8qYlkcaiZ5DOGRzSlCYUp_cbS2Ehd0xLjj6VNoHn0aJklMHu8V3r-d_obzBe9SbABP76vLCt4WXVMCrrPB9abM432BpO9DVmYotGlpOz3Q3SM5aCQ3urMgwCt/s1600/DSC_0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaWGUcGmAPMKDFa8g5ci8qYlkcaiZ5DOGRzSlCYUp_cbS2Ehd0xLjj6VNoHn0aJklMHu8V3r-d_obzBe9SbABP76vLCt4WXVMCrrPB9abM432BpO9DVmYotGlpOz3Q3SM5aCQ3urMgwCt/s320/DSC_0190.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Taking three kids, 3 and under to the mall is going to get you some looks, especially if your youngest is 3 weeks old and you are in a clothing store where the majority of shoppers are teens & collage students. We had our fair share of stares as we juggled our children and stocked up on clothes for fall. Of course we had the occasional," you must be busy" or " how old are they?". Despite the typical behavior of a toddler and preschooler fighting over lip gloss, my kids were wonderful today. They endured moms need to shop a bit, their first circus show and then dinner with my family. I'm proud of my children and the individuals they are becoming. I'm thankful for the sweetness they bring into our home. I felt a little like an outcast in this store with my plethora of children but quickly realized that I am one lucky woman whose greatest blessing come in a triple stroller. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for each one of my children. I am so thankful for my son whose flat feet stir up a loud pitter padder as he runs on the hard floor from room to room. Thankful for my daughter who on her last visit to the potty (while pushing) said,"you are the greatest." and for baby Collette who lets me snuggle and kiss on her all day. Paired with my husband they are my greatest joy and I hope they know that. I hope the" I love you's" I give sink into their little hearts and that that love gives them the confidence to do anything. I really just want my children to know how proud I am of them.... especially my older two at this time with the transition of Collette coming into our family. They have been such helpers! I recently have had my parenting questioned. It has been the most offensive thing I have ever been told. I find it odd the source that it is coming from and their dealings with children but none the less the things said took a tole on my little heart. I may not be good at a lot of things but mothering is something I am more than passionate about. I thought about what was said for some time and how I needed to prove that they were wrong. I had different things come to mind that I would say or do if the comments were ever brought up again and then it hit me like a bullet ...... I don't care. I don't care! It's not about proving anyone wrong, or right for that matter. It's not about what others see you doing as a mother or don't see you doing as a mother. My mightiest mothering moments have taken place when I have a child one on one, most of the time we are alone and no one is there to see or congratulate or praise and that's OK because it's not about that. I am realizing that no one knows my children like I do therefore they have no idea what is best for these little ones and will not always understand the choices I make for my children but that's just fine because I don't make choices to please others or earn praise I make the choices I make because I love my children dearly and know what's best for them. I make certain decisions to keep them safe and make them know how loved they are. Mothering instincts are so real and so powerful. Not only can a mothers kiss instantly take away pain but a loving mothers heart can aid in the becoming of a beautiful individual. I believe we help shape and mould our children into who they will become and I can't say I would change a thing because my children amaze me more each and every day. I have an amazing husband who is a good example for these kids and I am so thankful to him for the example he sets in our home. I am thankful for mothers, mother figures and women all around me who are good examples and help me and support me in being the mother I am and strive to be. But most of all I am thankful to my own mother who in her short 53 years stayed home with us while we were young, made family dinners, helped out at school, sold girl scout cookies with me, slept with me in her arms after a bad nights dream, loved me when I wasn't so lovable, was always there for me, and taught me what the most sincere form of mothering was all about. When I think of my own mother and the mother I am striving to be to my children I think of this.....<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;">A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving</span>Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-35952443003976159692011-09-08T00:20:00.000-07:002011-09-08T00:20:15.378-07:00Freeze!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhjyDoeL4a-jRWM1fqYftJeAvQJOE4Fs866WzQI5oJu7adY1mt7UZso4jdGChZBnqHxQL5hc6DDtKo1_CYEqLjREfUy8PJGHPu_29B54Ru0TcBO_GEZ1NV5vGG9vsWUIfHQo5mgUDdH5i/s1600/DSC_0095B%2526W%2528R%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhjyDoeL4a-jRWM1fqYftJeAvQJOE4Fs866WzQI5oJu7adY1mt7UZso4jdGChZBnqHxQL5hc6DDtKo1_CYEqLjREfUy8PJGHPu_29B54Ru0TcBO_GEZ1NV5vGG9vsWUIfHQo5mgUDdH5i/s400/DSC_0095B%2526W%2528R%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Even with things being a little overwhelming over here, I still wish I could just pause this time and take in all it is offering. Three kids 3 and under is a bit much at times, but it is also so rewarding. It is tiring but it is so much fun at the same time. They are all so little still, so innocent and so lovable. Miss Elizabeth is so wanting to help and hold baby sister. Sweet Reed rubs his face on Collette and entertains us with his spiderman like actions. And miss Collette is perfect and precious as can be all bundled in my arms. I have felt so claustrophobic trying to feed Collette and entertain the older two with them right by my sides as I read them books but really I would not have it any other way. Today I seriously looked like a homeless woman, I don't know how my hair was doing what it was doing but it was bad, my clothes were a mess, I had been spit up on who knows how many times but still my husband was eager as ever to come home and welcome me into his arms and make me feel great. Family is just so amazing. I am thankful for these three children who keep me busy and help me feel loved. I keep thinking of the saying..... very tacky, but true," we may not have it all together, but together we have it all." So how I feel right now regardless of it's vinyl saying appearance.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-22441138284185582172011-08-30T22:11:00.000-07:002011-08-30T22:11:42.217-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZxqmRCJe_qsrgvaDed3-KI31FTc-9z8ZFQS10AQDgA9AWNYPkliu3J1Q9Hl2Pfq4dJOYIZIb7bwxtRGvhCsrzl5gjCX-OogNCQ8HDU8mj6_AWoKdPECOxnpKW3fzMAPQTo4nYfpJHkAP/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZxqmRCJe_qsrgvaDed3-KI31FTc-9z8ZFQS10AQDgA9AWNYPkliu3J1Q9Hl2Pfq4dJOYIZIb7bwxtRGvhCsrzl5gjCX-OogNCQ8HDU8mj6_AWoKdPECOxnpKW3fzMAPQTo4nYfpJHkAP/s400/IMG_2853.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-57011623153398179872011-08-22T22:13:00.000-07:002011-08-22T22:13:23.058-07:00Meet Collette Anne Williams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can see this little girl is being welcomed with opened arms. These are pictures that give a glimpse of the last 24 hrs since she has been born. I am in love with this little girl and her full head of hair. Little Collette was born weighing 7lbs 3oz. She is our tallest yet at 22 inches. We love and adore every little bit of her. I can not even believe how blessed I feel right now with this new little girl in our family. These pictures are completely out of order and I am a little out of it with being on pain killers, we will be going home tomorrow so we are sure to have more pictures soon. As for these......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is Elizabeth and Reed Meeting their little sister Collette. They both had their arms straight out and were so anxious to get a hold of their sibling</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Everything went really smooth and she is doing great. She looks just like Elizabeth did and I just adore her. I will write more later when I'm not so out of it.....Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-14257776119473755002011-08-02T21:55:00.000-07:002011-08-02T21:55:00.056-07:00Summer 2011 continued.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are just trying to soak up any last minute rays before baby sister comes and we are tucked inside our air conditioned home. My kids love water. Reed thinks he is invincible and Elizabeth tries some new mermaid move every time we are in the pool. They both love goggles and jumping off diving boards. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix238bKiw-ReMiO3BofZgAtFkFgbGHwDszHXzewO5-0wiRZyn0ceIAdzbyO-BNBIAli3p8bmu_-qCLsHgwNU8VVXymoBwSnU6uy4ZflyRp3zCvNOoU7olcTcZG7D1PZTIj7hxP8XORuIPI/s1600/DSC05971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix238bKiw-ReMiO3BofZgAtFkFgbGHwDszHXzewO5-0wiRZyn0ceIAdzbyO-BNBIAli3p8bmu_-qCLsHgwNU8VVXymoBwSnU6uy4ZflyRp3zCvNOoU7olcTcZG7D1PZTIj7hxP8XORuIPI/s320/DSC05971.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Hopefully I can write more frequently before the baby comes and get in a better habit of posting!Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-53549216228733158042011-05-16T15:09:00.000-07:002011-05-16T15:09:11.641-07:00oh my where does the time go.....Wow, I'm behind on blogging. It makes me sad because this is really the way I keep a journal/ save pictures. My sweet kids have been making so many memories and I wish I would have kept track more but hey what can you do? So here is what has been going on over here.... sorry not the most exciting post<br />
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Reed..... My Reedy boy. He is just awesome. This little guy makes me laugh everyday. He doesn't talk a whole lot yet, I'm sure a big part of that is that he is very attached to his binky. He also had a lot of ear infections as a baby so his hearing could be affected by that but the dr. said we will wait until he is 2 to determine something like that. He does talk though..... words like momma, dada, hot dog, ball, choo choo, train, car, please, binky, quack quack, and dog just to name a few. He is all boy. He is just a little guy though, he is only in the 8% for his weight! He loves all his boy cousins that he gets to see more often now and is constantly trying to wrestle them. He has a good arm and plays catch with my dad (poppy) a lot. He got a haircut about two weeks ago and Porter buzzed it all away. Poor Reed hated it. He was creaming,"GO!" THE ENTIRE TIME (AS IN GO AWAY). He is a good sleeper and takes a good 2-3 hour nap daily. He LOVES hot dogs, orange juice and eggs to just name a few of his favorite foods. He has started to show a real interest in babies, that is a relief considering we will have new one here in 3 months. My little guy also loves swimming, Porter took him just this last weekend and we would pass him back and forth under water like a torpedo, he loved it! Last but not least he is a sweetheart.... if we are every pretend crying or sad or saying goodnight he will give us a kiss on both cheeks, like he is from Europe or something. So cute, he will never just kiss one cheek but always has to be both. How I love this little guy.<br />
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Rapunzel...... I mean Elizabeth. She is in love with Rapunzel. She watches it at least once everyday, she just got the dress at the Disney store and today has been carrying around a metal pan from her kitchen set. She is so darn sweet and has become a very good helper. She helps Reed be happy and picks up toys when asked. She is so smart and remembers everything I tell her or say. She is all girl and loves to have her hair curled and put make up on. She tells me at least ten times a day," I love you so much mom" and I am loving having a three year old little girl. She is going to be great as my helper when new baby is born. She loves to color and can sit and talk to your for hours. She loves swimming, her dance class and anything princess. Her new favorite color is dark purple.<br />
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And as for #3.... she is moving right along. This pregnancy has been flying by! I am 25 weeks now and we just had a 3D ultrasound, I saw a lot of Elizabeth in her. We have two names that we like right now but we will most likely decide for sure when we see her. Porter is doing good and working hard. We have loved the move so far and are so happy to be back around family, it has been the best thing we could have done. We have a few more things that we need to have fall into place before the baby comes that will make us a little, or lot more settled but we are trying to be patient and faithful.<br />
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I got a new computer for mothers day and as pathetic as it sounds I don't even know how to get my pictures onto my computer so pictures will have to happen next post ( and I thought a MAC would be easier for me to use). Go figure.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-69123405714158014622011-04-08T15:00:00.000-07:002011-04-08T15:00:51.556-07:00aaah ....... sigh of relief<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXRpiI-2CDXkft9aAgu7CX4R_9cn6Ck7d-b4Cznso16BFbKdKBRPZ5RbtP6Yt_n3eY6ZkH7dvnY7NmTrIK3v833lVN6hpIRDX79HOUfBbyJbE3FnBcavCPn9kwWt9TRaEkk97iKeud6zK/s1600/DSC05886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXRpiI-2CDXkft9aAgu7CX4R_9cn6Ck7d-b4Cznso16BFbKdKBRPZ5RbtP6Yt_n3eY6ZkH7dvnY7NmTrIK3v833lVN6hpIRDX79HOUfBbyJbE3FnBcavCPn9kwWt9TRaEkk97iKeud6zK/s320/DSC05886.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my ultra sound last week showed everything to be good, baby girl is good, my placenta is healed and I was taken off bed rest and told to resume all my normal activities I do during pregnancies. This came as such relief, and joy. Being down was driving my crazy.... not just crazy like I needed to get up but honestly crazy. I am such a worry wart, its awful, and sitting all day with nothing to do left me to sit and think about any and everything that could go wrong in life. It was ugly. Just this week I am beginning to feel like myself again. It kinda makes one depressed to be in a situation like such. My kids were thankfully being watched by loving family and friends but I missed them so much when I wasn't taking care of them. This whole experience taught me so much. It was so hard to see Reed just wanting me to stand and hold him but all I could do was have him cuddle as I was down. It was hard not being able to serve my family and prepair meals for them as well. I usually hate this scenario but all I wanted to do was cook dinner and hold Reed on my hip while trying to do so. I am so thankful my trial was so short for I know many who have had much harder situations that lasted for much longer. Of course there are still trials our family is facing at this time but I am so thankful to have the ability to stand and take part in them, and to be told our little girl is healthy and well. This time in my life really has been a roller coaster. We have a lot of things that are demanding our faith right and and it gets pretty hard sometimes but I can feel my strength and testimony growing inch by inch and I am so thankful for that. </div>Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-46257108711226575392011-03-10T14:52:00.000-08:002011-03-10T14:52:33.012-08:00I woke up Monday with mild spotting. 15 weeks pregnant and spotting is like ice cream with pepperonies. Just not good. I basically stalked my way into the dr that day when they took forever to call me back. I called. Called some more. Went with a friend who randomly happened to have an appointment with the same dr just to have them call me back as I was in the waiting room with her. The dr saw me that day although he may have thought I was borderline crazy. When it comes to my family there isn't anything I wont to do make sure they are safe and sound. This my my first appointment with him mind you so his first impression of me may not be the best but hey I would rather be the crazy concerned mom rather then the whatever mom. Right? Right. So I tell him Im spotting and I lay back to have an ultra sound. Joy,relief and tears all came as I saw this little one wiggle and squirm inside. The dr explained that my placenta has a tear and it is bleeding. Baby is good but we need to have the placenta heal. He showed me a blood clot near my cervix. He said this is not normal but it is common. I was told bed rest was the only thing that could do the trick. More bleeding could have a bad result but that these usually heal on their own with rest. As all these concerns took over I thought to myself.....,"I could use some good news right about now." so I asked if he could see what I was having. That little one just then positioned perfectly and we saw what the gender was. I left feeling glad that my baby was safe but worried about the upcoming weeks and how I was going to manage bed rest with a three and one year old. I called porter on my way home....."Porter, I just went to the dr. the placenta has a tear, I was told bed rest but your little girl looks perfect and healthy."<br />
If you read my previous posts you know I have already felt like I have been sick or out of sorts for weeks now. We just moved two weeks ago and I was already feeling a little overwhelmed with the changes. As of now I'm on bed rest until the end of the month and then we will see from there. I'm at a time in my life where I am striving to find out what my tasks are in is life. I am trying to exercise faith in hopes that it will grow stronger. I feel like I am currently being given many opportunities to learn of the faith I am capable of possessing but it is a hard hard thing to do. I know without a doubt if I can hold onto faith that I will come out a stronger, happier, more confident and hopeful person but getting there has it's challenges. I feel like for weeks, even months now I have been given the chance to build stronger faith and with that opportunity comes opposition. Just as I believe in a Father in heaven I also know of Satan who is present as well. I know he is there striving to take away from this faith building experience and he does that by instilling fear into my being, he presents doubt in front of me. It is my choice to choose faith or fear. I can feel the battle taking place and sometimes it is hard to not think of all that is wrong, or could go wrong. But I'm striving to be positive. To replace doubt with hope. The fear with faith. I'm learning the greater meaning of trusting in the Lord, trusting in His plan. Sometimes it is hard. Sometimes the entire world seems to be showing us all is lost or a bad outcome lerks ahead but if He whispered to me all will be well then the ball is now in my court to stand by Him, have faith in HIm and trust in HIm. I have so many things that have me wondering what is coming but I just need to remind myself that whatever does come its part of HIs plan. He is there through it all and most importantly HE wants me to be happy, to have joy sometimes it just takes us leaning a little bit more on HIm to find it.<br />
Thank you to wonderful friends and family. For the help this week, the flowers, and the long talks. You have no idea the love I have for you.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-40920782266606646692011-02-18T15:24:00.000-08:002011-02-18T15:24:04.318-08:00Ready to run.....Right now I am surrounded by moving boxes, packing tape and sheets of bubble wrap. We're outta here shortly. I have to say I am feeling a roller coaster of emotions. These past two months have been a little dark for me. The self I feel confident about crawled into hiding and became distant from everything that has any importance to me. I felt so awful I didn't want my husband to touch me, I didn't want to nurture and spend time with my children and I didn't want to became closer to Christ by doing the day to day things that keep me going and give me true happiness. Like I said it has been a little dark. Rays of sunshine would pass by like a meal from a friend, a sweet moment with my children or a feeling of love from my Father in Heaven but ultimately I have been tucked away in this pocket of gloom. I've been facing anxiety attacks and just getting through the day to get through it not to enjoy it. It has been hard. Morning sickness limited me to the couch and left me just wanting to feel good for a brief moment so I could be happy. The fear of our move and the stresses that will come from this all took over. The unknowing in what the plan is for me and my family has been overwhelming and I have felt fearful instead of having faith.<br />
Lately the morning sickness has now made improvement and is only there about half a day. I have found more joy feeling good at least half a day and enjoying this time with my family. Oh my sweet children and dear husband. I started packing today.... Loading and wrapping dish wear, I started to feel sad and fearful. Then it hit me, with the gloom that has been around me these past months what better time for change then now. A new place to refind joy in motherhood. A new city to go on dates with my love. A place to start fresh. All gloom can be left behind. This is a chance to start something new and make it a positive change, a change for the better. I'm excited to start a new routine and find how joy can be the captain of my new routine. I'm excited to be enlightened by old friends and familiar faces I have grown up with. I'm giddy to see what my home town will bring our family after being gone for 6 years. I am ready. Ready to say good bye to this chapter. Ready to welcome a new chapter. Ready to have stronger faith and a better me.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-88624804981443212292011-01-20T19:28:00.000-08:002011-01-20T19:28:04.376-08:00not what I had planned.....It's hard when you are at times in your life when nothing really seems predictable. Nothing seems certain, things don't seem as together as maybe you had wished or hoped. Maybe it's a time of change or a time you thought life was going to take you one way but it is going completely 180. We kinda feel like we are in that situation these days. My morning sickness has me feeling plain awful and the TV is on pretty much all day as my aid in raising my kids for the next couple weeks. The house is a mess. I miss getting up and ready and going on an outing with my sweet babies. On top of that our house just went up for sale and we have the feeling it's just time to go home.... to Mesa. Weather it sells or not we're still going, and do I have energy to pack up the house, heck no. The kids both have some crazy cough that has each of them up all hours of the night and I'm not even going to talk about our laundry mess. We have a lot of " what ifs" about this move and mr. husbands work and where we will be when new baby comes. I don't feel like I have control over anything on my plate. I don't feel like life is as pretty put together as I like it to usually be but guess what....... it will pass. I will get feeling better, we will move, figure things out and welcome a new addition into our arms because we are going through this little hiccup of morning sickness. My kids will get better and sleep better before I know it. The house will sell, or it wont, either way my family will be together and it will all work out. Doesn't it always? I am learning to just be content when things are not just as I would like them to be. There is still something to be learned, joy to be had and blessings to acknowledge. For example this time as a couch potato I have been able to just sit and watch my kids interact and play and it has been a beautiful thing. I have had more cuddle time and more time to listen to conference talks then in weeks past and I have learned to find joy in this change of pace. Not that any of these things are dramatic life happenings, they are still change and they can still be scary, but most of all they can be a time to grow if that is how I look at the situation. I just wanted to write and remind myself that change happens, uncertainties occur but we are in good hands, His hands and as long as that is never forgotten we will have joy.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-23517897254628581802011-01-09T14:57:00.000-08:002011-01-09T14:57:15.843-08:00Third time's a charm.......Well we are now on our way to welcoming another baby into our little family. ( it's not staying little for long it seems). We are happy to announce <span style="font-size: x-large;">We are pregnant! </span><span style="font-size: small;">BABY #3 is due in August and we could not be any more excited. Little Elizabeth will be about 3 1/2 and Reed will just be 2! It should be fun :) There is not a moment that goes by that I am not thankful for these two children I have been blessed with and I am thrilled to welcome our new baby later this year. I'm sure my excitement will be multiplied once I'm over this awful morning (all day) sickness. It's tough. But I've been through it twice before and know how worth it it is so that helps. My sweet children have been so great while I have been taking it easy on the couch. Reed and Elizabeth come up all day long and just lay and cuddle with me. Elizabeth has been helping Reed get down from chairs, open fruit snacks and she even picked up the living room without even being asked. I can't even describe how helpful my dear mr. husband is. He has been letting me take the naps I need and he has been so helpful and patient. I'm on medication but it doesn't seem to change how I feel at all. Every night before Elizabeth crawls into bed (after we have said a family prayer) we have taught her to kneel by her bed and say a little personal prayer. Last night I heard her pray that we could be safe and that mommy could feel better. It just melted my heart. She really is a sweet little girl and I am so thankful for her and her little brother to help keep me company while we hibernate for these next couple weeks while daddy goes to work.</span>Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-41182379500075677122011-01-02T20:23:00.000-08:002011-01-02T20:23:57.303-08:00Jesus wants me for a sunbeam....I'm off to bed, trying to get to sleep early but I quickly wanted to log today so I could remember it for years to come.....<br />
In church today Elizabeth graduated from nursery class to now being a sunbeam. She is just barely three with the new year starting so she is one of then youngest in the class but I'm so excited for her. I dropped her off and sat her in the front row with all the other sunbeam three year olds and she gave me a kiss goodbye. She has been very excited to become a sunbeam and I have been excited for her too. As I watched from the back the tears came and kept coming, I could not help but think how big she is getting but even more that she is going to learn so much about the Savior and His love for her in primary over the years. I'm excited for her to grow and learn so much and this is the start of it all. I cried out of gratitude that I have found this church that it is just what I need in this life and also will be a guide and strength for my dear children. Elizabeth, I am proud of you and thankful you are my sweet daughter. I was proud to hear that you were a good listener and didn't even cry like some of the sunbeams did with all the changes. Keep being the sweet, silly, amazing little girl you are. Mommy loves you.Porter and Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03113885769899884153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846459689164880003.post-37242730199961192902010-12-14T23:26:00.000-08:002010-12-14T23:36:00.995-08:00To my daughter on her birthday<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcARbOnzcc8nfdSPje4I1zjg85IaG9K8S4W8TvNsFF7VPA0nrhC69Jg2SQsfvgEZIqYnNfif_zMg2pzr3vepBhKMkDd0EW2daa-l_YsHuLfqgcceAS4D0pFWSqBRz6kBf5sOqKNSeMW8MM/s1600/DSC05817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcARbOnzcc8nfdSPje4I1zjg85IaG9K8S4W8TvNsFF7VPA0nrhC69Jg2SQsfvgEZIqYnNfif_zMg2pzr3vepBhKMkDd0EW2daa-l_YsHuLfqgcceAS4D0pFWSqBRz6kBf5sOqKNSeMW8MM/s400/DSC05817.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">My sweet Elizabeth..... you have just turned three. What a special day. Not only is it special because we celebrate you being born but also this is the day I became a mother and your dad a father. It is a day we hold dear to our hearts and it is all because you came into our family. You are growing by leaps and bounds. You are fully potty trained when you are awake and love to talk all day long. Lately your favorite things to say have been," I have to tell you something mom..... I love you." Or you talk on and on about the candy you hope to have in your stocking Christmas morning. You are sweet as sweet can be. Every night before you go to bed I lay by you at your request. Sometimes for 5 minutes sometimes for an hour. We talk as mom and daughters do. I tell you stories off the top of my head and I love this time with you. Most nights this time leads us to talk about Jesus and His love for you. I love it because the world is still and you can feel the sweet peace that comes. I love you, oh how I love you my daughter. I wish I could bottle up all three years of you and keep them in my pocket to bring me happiness and joy because that is what you bring to our home. You are still so innocent and this song playing my Taylor Swift (never grow up) puts into words a small fraction of the emotions I feel as your mother. I know this year will bring more little girl giggles filling the rooms of our home, special times with our new 3 yr old and many memories made by a little girl who has the world in her hands. You are amazing Elizabeth and I'm so blessed you are mine.</span></div><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Elizabeth's Party was tea party themed and we had the tables set up like this on both sides of the yard.....</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">I made my first birthday banner for my sweet daughter</span></div><br />
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