<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330</id><updated>2012-02-14T20:18:16.961-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Me'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Southern Living At Home'/><category term='Childbirth Classes'/><category term='Good Friday'/><category term='and Lies'/><category term='media'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='nursery'/><category term='The Mother Letter Project'/><category term='renovations'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas Card'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='sign language'/><category term='What&apos;s For Dinner...'/><category term='C25K'/><category term='showers'/><category term='couponing'/><category term='Graco'/><category term='saving money'/><category term='Glucose Tolerance'/><category term='drivers license'/><category term='deals'/><category term='bronchitis'/><category term='Project 365'/><category term='pumpkin cookies'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='Things I Love...'/><category term='Willow House'/><category term='Mary Beth&apos;s Wedding'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='fence'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Menu'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Recipe of the Week'/><category term='reading'/><category term='Soup'/><category term='weekend update'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='house-hunting'/><category term='Scripture Memory'/><category term='Allergies'/><category term='Lessons From My Quiet Time'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='James'/><category term='goals'/><category term='faith'/><category term='God&apos;s timing'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='pinterest'/><category term='DMV'/><category term='My 101 in 1001'/><category term='Anna'/><category term='house'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='churches'/><category term='Minnie Mouse'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='rings'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='rodeo'/><category term='santa'/><category term='Dinner Club'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Baby Brother'/><category term='Baby Boy'/><category term='well-visit'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>A Page Is Turned</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>832</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-24687681733791564</id><published>2012-02-14T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:29:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Valentine...</title><content type='html'>Our sweet boy has arrived! William Edward (Will) was born last night at 11:37 pm. He weighs 7 pounds, 5 ounces and is 20.5 inches long. So far he has been so, so sweet. He cried when he was born but has been very content (as long as he has a finger to suck on!) since then. He's been&lt;br /&gt;A night owl the entire pregnancy and he definitely continued that last night. He was awake from birth until about 4:30 AM. We have some work to do there! I'll try to get pictures up tomorrow - all this technology and nothing will let me upload! Thanks for your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, Eddie, and James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-24687681733791564?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/24687681733791564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=24687681733791564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/24687681733791564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/24687681733791564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-newest-valentine.html' title='Our Newest Valentine...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2341622862616532756</id><published>2012-02-11T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:49:43.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Week As Three...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This has been a much different week than I pictured it. With James being so, &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; sick this week (and now Eddie being sick as well) things have not been nearly as busy and fun as they could have been. BUT...my house has been clean{ish}, I've gotten some things wrapped up, James has rested {a LOT} and we've just had a quiet week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here's how it's looked from here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AqoRFaL-Ps/TzbS3AqvzsI/AAAAAAAAFXI/hqKuNM43pQw/s1600/boys.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AqoRFaL-Ps/TzbS3AqvzsI/AAAAAAAAFXI/hqKuNM43pQw/s640/boys.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJEMCBsl3eY/TzbS50gD3zI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/z96g7YNouHo/s1600/lizard.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJEMCBsl3eY/TzbS50gD3zI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/z96g7YNouHo/s640/lizard.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(This was in James' Easter basket at some point but he was really too little to play with it so I put it aside. He has thoroughly enjoyed watching the lizard hatch this week. I think Dollar Store toys like this will be FUN for Easter this year!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ6ddIXBvuo/TzbS-di_OMI/AAAAAAAAFXY/njE95_kCmD4/s1600/sick.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ6ddIXBvuo/TzbS-di_OMI/AAAAAAAAFXY/njE95_kCmD4/s640/sick.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We've been a pitiful bunch, but I've gotten a good bit done while James has taken some AWESOME naps. I got one last haircut yesterday (I assume it'll be right before Easter before I get another!) and I think we're &lt;em&gt;pretty much&lt;/em&gt; ready for a baby! As ready as one can be anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Three years ago TODAY (maybe at this exact time, actually!) I found out that we were having our first baby and called Eddie at work to tell him (in what was a very nervous sounding voice, probably!) that he needed to come home from work as soon as he could! I thought it would be funny if we had another baby today but so far it's not looking promising. No big action today at all. Just lots of lounging around, folding clothes, and trying to clear off the DVR. (There's never any catching up on the DVR!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'll keep you posted on here as things happen! Will my next post be THE post introducing you to our newest little man? Maybe so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2341622862616532756?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2341622862616532756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2341622862616532756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2341622862616532756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2341622862616532756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-week-as-three.html' title='The Last Week As Three...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AqoRFaL-Ps/TzbS3AqvzsI/AAAAAAAAFXI/hqKuNM43pQw/s72-c/boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2060558427201816116</id><published>2012-02-10T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:19:37.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;*** Just to answer the anonymous comment I got tonight about not inducing if there's not a medical reason...I didn't realize I needed to tell all of the details of my pregnancy on my blog, and maybe I don't. Anyway, there IS a medical reason I am being induced. I was induced the first time around and had a textbook delivery with James. It was perfect. Do I think that &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; should be induced? Absolutely not. But I do believe that the decision for whether I am induced needs to be made by me, my husband, and my doctor. Please just know that it is the best thing for us to do in our situation. Does that mean it will be a perfect delivery? Not necessarily. But in our case the risks for NOT inducing outweigh the risks that come along with an induction. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We're still here! :) I continuously ask myself, "Is today the day? Is tonight the night?" I think if I &lt;em&gt;hadn't&lt;/em&gt; made any progress, I would feel a lot better about the "when" part of all of this. (Remember, I am a type-A control freak who likes to know the PLAN in advance.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James seems much, much, much better today. He is still coughing like crazy, but he doesn't seem to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; bad this morning. The past two days he has been pitiful. Last night he just wanted to be held and rocked. And poor kid has hardly eaten anything all week. We're almost finished with the steroid. There's a tiny bit left at the bottom of the bottle that I'll try to get into him in the morning. The cough syrup, though, is still plenty full! I'll keep on with that until his cough has disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We spent the early part of the morning watching - what else - Mickey Mouse and I pulled out his photo albums from the hospital and right after he came home. We've been talking about how tiny Baby Brother will be and how careful we'll have to be with him. I'm sure he won't "get it" until we're home and settled in, but I wanted to talk to him about everything before-hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Nesting is still in full-force. Where I haven't cleaned, picked up, or put away for the past nine months I am now cleaning like a crazy person. I've made a to-do list every day and gotten it checked off for the most part. I really thought this would be my last week to have any alone time while James went to school, but that obviously wasn't in the plans. :) It has helped that he hasn't felt like playing, though. It's kept my house a little cleaner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James and Eddie are both guessing that I'll have Baby Brother on Monday. I'm all up in the air about when. Of course, the planner part of me comes out and says, "But if I have him this day and we come home on this day then blah, blah, blah." I know it won't work that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2060558427201816116?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2060558427201816116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2060558427201816116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2060558427201816116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2060558427201816116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7722112813321881906</id><published>2012-02-09T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:26:25.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...39 Weeks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We've had a great morning! (Well, I have...James is still SO SICK. He's pitiful.) I have on REAL clothes and makeup. Not yoga pants. :) I left the house today for the first time since Monday! Woohoo! My doctor's appointment went well. We went to Target (although, I didn't find the cute little Converse that I was looking for for James' Valentine's Day gift...the colors were wrong). AND I just stuffed my face on the most delicious lunch from Panera and James was asleep so I didn't have to share. :) Is that terrible or what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am 39 weeks, 2 days pregnant! WOOHOO. I actually can't believe I have made it this long. I was CONVINCED that I was going to have an early baby this time around. I'm not sure why, but I had a feeling. Obviously, that's not a concern anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRa3l0srAy4/TzQOtjHFI8I/AAAAAAAAFW4/buqR1XLQ_sg/s1600/39weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRa3l0srAy4/TzQOtjHFI8I/AAAAAAAAFW4/buqR1XLQ_sg/s640/39weeks.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My appointment this week was later than normal...but it was my LAST appointment. I will show up at the hospital to be induced next week if I don't have him between now and then. I was still 3 cm dilated like last week. The midwife saw me today because my regular doctor is out of town but she mentioned that I may have a baby this weekend. We'll see! I'm sort of set on the other "birth" day that they gave me, though. Guess I have no control...his birthday has already been picked out by someone else! If I don't have him before his "birth" day I'll go to the hospital early next week and get things rolling! It has been mentioned many, many times that this will likely be a very quick delivery! I am hoping it is also uneventful and pain free. :) I can dream, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are SO ready to meet him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: A watermelon! He’s probably between 18.9-20.9 inches and 6.2-9.2 pounds. Obviously, it varies at this point. James was 8.2 pounds and 21 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +12 pounds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! He’s running out of room so no more jabs, kicks, and punches, but he’s still rolling all around. He’s still trying to push and stretch. Little legs must be getting cramped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I don’t have any real cravings. I’ve wanted lots and lots and lots of water lately. Diet Coke tastes bad most of the time, but I like anything that’s a clear soda – Sprite, etc. Fresca! Sugar, sugar, sugar. Fortunately, eating all of this sugar, sugar, sugar hasn’t made me feel too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I’m VERY uncomfortable. I have also had reflux from you-know-where this week. It has been horrible. One night I thought I might have to sleep sitting up and another night I woke up with horrible reflux. Yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: SO hard to fall asleep these days. I toss and turn (which isn’t easy) and huff and puff until I finally wear myself out. I’m usually up until 1 or 2 AM. No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Bending over without hurting myself. Tying my shoes on top instead of the side (HA!). Confession: Eddie’s been tying them for me when he’s home. If James could tie, I’d enlist his help as well! Breathing normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: James’ Big Brother outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And just for fun, this boy perked up at the end of my appointment and wanted to have &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; baby checked out, too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkVdTjiNbH8/TzQPbk2XcII/AAAAAAAAFXA/eMtPH7dE05I/s1600/jamesbaby.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkVdTjiNbH8/TzQPbk2XcII/AAAAAAAAFXA/eMtPH7dE05I/s640/jamesbaby.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7722112813321881906?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7722112813321881906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7722112813321881906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7722112813321881906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7722112813321881906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-brother39-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...39 Weeks!!!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRa3l0srAy4/TzQOtjHFI8I/AAAAAAAAFW4/buqR1XLQ_sg/s72-c/39weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-1292842155335907666</id><published>2012-02-08T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:16:34.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've got nothin' this morning but I thought that if I didn't check in someone might think we'd had a baby overnight. Last night was a full moon and I'm here to tell you that that myth about babies being born on the full moon is BOGUS. I lasted through the one last night AND one with James right before my due date. Or maybe my babies just like to stay warm and cozy. Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We're still here! James skipped school yesterday because I thought I might get some dirty looks from other mamas if I dropped off my sounds-like-a-smoker child. He has gotten so. much. worse. since our doctor's visit on Monday. We've been spending our time not eating (him, not me) and drinking a LOT of Gatorade. I haven't given him any milk because his typical behavior is to throw up anytime he's even remotely sick. Gatorade has been a happy replacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last night Eddie had rehearsal so he was gone until around 9. He came home and ate supper with us and gave James a bath and then headed out again so James and I did the bedtime routine by ourselves. We laid down around 8 and when I got up at 8:40 I had to tell James to stay in his bed. He could not sleep for all of the coughing. He'd cough, take a sip of water, and flop over into a new position. Then repeat every two minutes. Because of all the coughing and water drinking there was a mandatory diaper change at midnight. Fortunately, he slept through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We did a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of laying around yesterday. He just feels terrible. We watched a Mickey movie over...and over...and over. Fortunately, I got a TON done around the house. But that poor baby moved from his bed to his booster seat to my bed and back to his bed by 10 AM. Maybe we're on the mend, though? I've read that the first two days are the worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm hanging in there! I haven't had contractions lately, but lots of pressure and uncomfortableness. Baby Brother settled himself in somehow last night (or the night before?) that made my hips and back and legs HURT. But still, no baby. So far, three people I knew who were pregnant and due either the day before me or up to a week after me have had their babies. I have one more pregnant friend due right after me and she'll have a C-section on Friday. Jealous much? :) It's such a fun waiting game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We have a long list of things going on today that I hope to conquer and then I have my fingers crossed that James can go back to school tomorrow. I have my very last doctor's appointment tomorrow morning as well. An induction date has been scheduled so if we don't have him before then.... :) And if I make it until Friday I have another list of things to get done and appointments to go to! Busy, busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-1292842155335907666?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/1292842155335907666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=1292842155335907666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1292842155335907666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1292842155335907666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/still-here.html' title='Still Here...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-3704939775802596468</id><published>2012-02-07T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:20:21.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Croup-y Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, after yesterday morning's wake up call of a horrible tummy mess and a bath, we thought we might spend the day in our jammies. Apparently, the universe had other plans for us (as is usually the case around here). James woke up in the middle of the night Sunday night with a barking cough. You other mamas are nodding your heads, "Yes, I know what that means!" He had no other symptoms at all, but like I mentioned before I want to nip illness in the bud IMMEDIATELY this week so I put in a call to Dr. W.'s office. When I talked to Nurse S. later in the day she asked me to bring him on in so we headed to the doctor's office at 2:30 yesterday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We went through the usual business of temperature, weight, pulse, etc. before we spent a few minutes playing the monkey game on my phone while we waited. I think there was really only one other patient in the whole office. It was fabulous. Dr. W. came in and listened to him quickly and immediately said, "Croup!" Exactly as I thought. That barking cough can't hide from me! We got loaded down with a prescription for Prednisone and a cough suppressant. I did ask while we were there if I had a baby and he still sounded like a seal if the hospital would let him visit. His answer was, "Yes!" Woohoo! (Our doctor is wonderful at not being overly dramatic about &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. He realizes that second babies can't be shielded from germs like the first can. I realize that the hospital has to take precautions but the minute you let us go home James is going to be all in his face!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;While we were there Dr. W. asked that I please go ahead and have the baby &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;. He'll be out of town for the remainder of the week. Ha! My doctors need to get on the same page since my OB is out of town now and will be back next week. Oh well. The full moon is tonight so it might still happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As we were leaving, I chit-chatted with the lady parked next to us about James and the new baby, etc., etc. I think I learned her life story - I even know how old she is, her daughter is, and her grandson is! She had short, white hair and was definitely on the larger side. As I got into the car James said, "Mama, is that Ho-Ho-Ho?" SANTA! Oh my word. I am so glad our doors were closed. I guess we've entered the they'll-say-anything stage. I'm sure my face was red even though I knew she couldn't hear. Whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This morning's wake-up call was better than yesterday, but still no fun. Medicine is a two-person project around here. One of us has to hold James and the other has to squeeze his mouth and squirt the medicine down his throat. We do so much better with chewable anything. (The doctor and pharmacists are shocked by this!) The steroid he has to take is TWO TEASPOONS once a day. Thank goodness it's just once a day. That's two whole squirters! He also has to take a cough suppressant four times a day. Miserable for everyone. *Sigh* I'm getting this medicine in him, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The list continues today! I am 39 weeks pregnant today and Baby Brother could make an appearance at any time! We have a whole list of things to do, appointments to go to, and visitors stopping by just this week if I don't have to go to the hospital. If I make it through this weekend it will be the LAST one with just the three of us. That is so strange to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Everyone keeps asking how James is taking everything. It's obvious that he knows that things are changing, but he's actually acted a LOT better lately. Maybe we're getting past the terrible-twos hump? I keep hearing three is worse, but so far the second half of two is MUCH better than the 17 months-2.5 years stage. :) He is SO excited about having a baby. I know he has no idea (none of us do!) but he asks to go in Baby Brother's room several times a day and lately he's been very insistent that he needs to "see" Baby Brother and "hode" (hold) Baby Brother. "I needa hode him!" is a common statement these days. I let him help me pick out two wubbies yesterday while we were out and about for him to give to Brother when he's born. He was really excited about that, but he did ask to keep one for himself. Guess I need to get them monogrammed! :) I know there will be challenges, but I'm enjoying the excitement for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-3704939775802596468?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/3704939775802596468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=3704939775802596468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3704939775802596468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3704939775802596468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/croup-y-day.html' title='Croup-y Day...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-4033257757042043489</id><published>2012-02-06T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:24:35.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Big Brother Edition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We had another great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I need to back up to Thursday to share the CUTEST pictures. Thursday, Lauren and I went to a party at a friend's house. Lauren's husband had a soccer game so Eddie, my knight in shining armour, volunteered to keep BOTH littles for us AT BEDTIME. Poor man. We left at 7:30 and didn't get back until 9:30. Bless his sweet heart. He said they were excellent. Anyway, all that to say that James ate dinner way before us on Thursday night so that he'd be fed by the time that AM arrived. I snapped this sweet, sweet picture of him that was totally unprompted. We say the blessing every night at supper, but he's started saying it on his own some as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6s1eQlpQlU/Ty3zG1K6doI/AAAAAAAAFWg/PWM8H336_Fo/s1600/prayers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6s1eQlpQlU/Ty3zG1K6doI/AAAAAAAAFWg/PWM8H336_Fo/s640/prayers.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Then Eddie snapped this picture on his phone of James and AM snuggling. Sweet babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUnRBn9Am_s/Ty3zKG-rPuI/AAAAAAAAFWo/Cah1ZwldwvQ/s1600/amt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DUnRBn9Am_s/Ty3zKG-rPuI/AAAAAAAAFWo/Cah1ZwldwvQ/s640/amt.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Friday afternoon Cacky and Anna stopped by for a little over an hour to play. I didn't feel great so I didn't get out and about with them, but James had the most fun playing with Anna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We didn't do anything fun or fancy on Friday night. In fact, Eddie was asleep in James' bed by 8:45. My only excitement was picking up and watching Sweet Home Alabama on CMT. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday was FUN. We had a Big Brother Day! We told James how exciting it was going to be a big brother and really tried to make the day all about him. Aside from a horrible naptime meltdown late in the afternoon, we had a really fun day! We took him to a local aquarium that has lots of information about our state and the fish found in it. It was lots of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULBosiOuPCg/Ty3zN95Zz7I/AAAAAAAAFWw/rKgJzw2L7no/s1600/2012-02-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULBosiOuPCg/Ty3zN95Zz7I/AAAAAAAAFWw/rKgJzw2L7no/s640/2012-02-04.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On Sunday morning, I sent the boys to church without me. I got a good bit of "nesting" done around the house before they got home. In fact, it was pretty much all I got done yesterday. The rest of the afternoon was spent lazing around. James and Eddie spent some time playing in the backyard and then James ASKED to get down from his chair at lunch to go and take a nap. (More on that later...) Eddie and I watched a little television and I was just lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had some friends over last night for the Superbowl and I took not one picture. I blame the fact that I was having some contractions and just sort of felt yucky. We had a good time, although the halftime show and the commercials (all that I care about) were lacking in a BIG way this year. Just my opinion, though. I guess if you actually watch for the football game, it was good to see it come that close at the end. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Unfortunately, this post is earlier than usual going up because as of 8:20 I have already given a child a bath AND cleaned a bathroom. Awesome. Someone is having some tummy troubles this morning. He's drinking some gatorade and he's had a Pepto Bismal in hopes that we're past it, but who knows. Please, please, please pray with me that he'll be well when this baby decides to come into the world. He is SO excited to meet him and I want him to be the first "visitor" that we have. I know that if he's sick they won't let him. In addition to an upset stomach he has a cough this morning that sounds, unfortunately, a lot like croup. *Sigh* I know that if this baby waits until we're all well and the house is clean that he'll be waiting forever, but I want James to be able to go to the hospital! (And yes, I'm aware that I can't keep the germs away from him once he's home but I also know that the nurses at the hospital CAN keep the germs away from him.) Just pray that we'll be over this quickly, please. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Other than the sickness this morning, we had a great weekend! Wonder if it's the last with just the three of us???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-4033257757042043489?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/4033257757042043489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=4033257757042043489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4033257757042043489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4033257757042043489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/weekend-update-big-brother-edition.html' title='Weekend Update: Big Brother Edition!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6s1eQlpQlU/Ty3zG1K6doI/AAAAAAAAFWg/PWM8H336_Fo/s72-c/prayers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-8738398707577884098</id><published>2012-02-03T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T08:18:58.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>January Books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This post is being written "live" on Friday morning at 8:04. I am still pregnant...no baby news yet! Maybe Monday that would make a good Weekend Update? :) I had LOTS of contractions early in the evening last night. Not Braxton Hicks, but REAL, hurting contractions. That's a little bit different from what I'd been having. I was bent over with my arms and head on the counter in the kitchen at one point and Eddie asked if I felt okay. Ummm, I feel like I'm having contractions! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I read a handful of books this month (mostly ones that had been started and not finished in December). The reading has slowed down a good bit. Most of my reading takes place in the tub so if I don't take a bath at night, I don't read that day. I feel like it will probably completely diminish after Baby Brother is here. I still read after James was born, but I think one child is *slightly* different from two. Just slightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Aside from two Hardy Boys books :), I read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Inconceivable&lt;/u&gt; by Carolyn and Sean Savage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You probably hear their story on the news. This couple had three children (one that had been conceived naturally {or maybe two had...} and two that had been conceived through invitro fertilization). They had one shot at invitro left (I can't remember how many embryos) and after they'd had their procedure done, they were told that Carolyn was pregnant...with someone else's baby. The clinic had mistakenly implanted the wrong embryo. The story is amazing. It is so true to how they must have felt! I read it very quickly and was very impressed with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Women Fear&lt;/u&gt; by Angie Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh, this one was excellent. Angie took each chapter to write out ten very common fears that women have and related it all to the Bible. It was a great, great book and I recommend it for any woman! You'll find yourself in at least one or two of the chapters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Night&lt;/u&gt; by Elie Wiesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is one I've had sitting on my bookshelf staring at me and I'd never read. Amazing, amazing story about concentration camps during the Holocaust. It was so different than other books I've read on the Holocaust because it was a first-hand account. With some of the books, you know what happens to them before the concentration camps but they don't tell their stories after that because so many didn't live. Or there are stories about other family members and friends being relocated, but they get missed. It was&amp;nbsp;a tough read, but I so enjoy learning about this time in history. It's a great account! (Oddly enough, one of the other books I'm reading right now by Max Lucado included an interview with Elie Wiesel in the book. I love it when things cross over like that! It was meant to be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have another handful of books that I'm working on right now - a Max Lucado book, one of Tori Spelling's books (I know, I know), a book for Book Club on the off-hand chance I'll be able to go, and a Bible Study. I realize my days are numbered so I may never finish them, but I'm enjoying them right now! Maybe in a few months I'll get to really start reading again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-8738398707577884098?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/8738398707577884098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=8738398707577884098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8738398707577884098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8738398707577884098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/january-books.html' title='January Books...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-4724724578511319332</id><published>2012-02-02T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:57:50.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe of the Week'/><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week...Pork Chop Casserole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I didn't make a menu this week (mostly because Sunday was sort of busy) but I DID send the boys to the grocery store (best boys ever!) and we did eat supper each night. I guess that counts for something, right? In case you're wondering, we had spaghetti on Monday night, Pork Chop Casserole on Tuesday night, and Crockpot Chicken and Dumplings are on the menu tonight. We had leftovers last night because I wasn't feeling well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The pork chops were FANTASTIC. I'd made this recipe before but it had been a long, long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Pork chops (I used four boneless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Red potatoes (I used Idaho...I feel a little like a rebel now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* One packet of French Onion Soup Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* One can of Cream of Mushroom Soup (we're not fans, but it's all I had...I'll do it with cream-of-something-else next time so Eddie doesn't have to pick out all the teensy pieces of mushrooms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* 1/2 cup of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1. Place potatoes (VERY thinly chopped) into the bottom of a sprayed casserole dish. I used three potatoes. Word of caution. If using a mandolin slicer, be careful! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2. Place pork chops on top of potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3. Sprinkle packet of French Onion Soup over pork chops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4. Mix can of Cream of Mushroom with 1/2 cup of water and mix. Pour mixture over top of pork chops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5. Bake at 450* for 60 minutes while COVERED. Then uncover and bake an additional 10 minutes or until cooked thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They were delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-4724724578511319332?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/4724724578511319332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=4724724578511319332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4724724578511319332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4724724578511319332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-of-weekpork-chop-casserole.html' title='Recipe of the Week...Pork Chop Casserole'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7392070911988443050</id><published>2012-02-01T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:04:59.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...38 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjljPjTdKt0/TynRaQx4AuI/AAAAAAAAFWY/nHHw6iTPr2s/s1600/38weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjljPjTdKt0/TynRaQx4AuI/AAAAAAAAFWY/nHHw6iTPr2s/s640/38weeks.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I cannot believe I'm posting the above picture. My hair and makeup...whoa. It was taken at the end of the day today, after I'd been to the doctor and hospital (just to register) and then laid on the sofa the remainder of the afternoon. I feel bad, I hurt, and I look terrible...but LOOK HOW BIG THAT BABY IS! Whoa. Someone has grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I saw my for-real doctor at my appointment today. She checked me and I have made lots of progress in the past two weeks...like, WAY more progress than I ever made with James on my own. She said that she can't make a guess about when he'll actually be born, but things are looking promising. We did schedule an induction should I make it a bit longer. In my gut, I doubt I'll make it to my induction. I really have felt all along that I wouldn't make it to 40 weeks and after today's visit, coupled with lots of contractions lately, and feeling so yucky all day today, I really am feeling like we'll be having a Groundhog baby or a Super Bowl baby over a Valentine's baby. But I could be completely wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After my appointment, I went to the hospital to pre-register so that some of my paperwork would be taken care of ahead of time. (I've been told to get myself to the hospital asap should I go into labor...probably not much sitting around and waiting this time around!) We mentioned to a nurse in the elevator that I had an induction date and then told her about my check up and she said, "Oh, we'll see you before your induction then!" Ha! Makes me a little nervous to think that I may not have a "planned" delivery, but I have a lot of my to-do list done, and honestly I guess it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things anyway. So we'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿Size of the Baby:&lt;/strong&gt; The size of a pumpkin! Yes! I can tell! He’s probably 18.9 to 20.9 inches and weight about 6.2 to 9.2 pounds. Obviously, this just varies baby-to-baby now! James was 8.2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain:&lt;/strong&gt; +12 pounds. I ate and ate and ate this week. I was STARVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity Clothes: &lt;/strong&gt;I’m reaching the time we’re I’m outgrowing my maternity clothes. The mediums are too short, the larges are all too baggy. I just wear yoga pants at home anyway, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender: &lt;/strong&gt;Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! He’s running out of room so no more jabs, kicks, and punches, but he’s still rolling all around. He’s still trying to push and stretch. Little legs must be getting cramped. He still has a party from 10-12 every night. Sometimes it lasts even longer. We are going to have fun working that out when he gets here. James almost always starts waking up around 1:30 so by the time I fall asleep from the party in my tummy, someone else is screaming. Fortunately, Eddie is AWESOME about getting up with James (mostly because James wants nothing to do with me in the middle of the night), so I've been able to wake up and go right back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cravings:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t have any real cravings. I’ve wanted lots and lots and lots of water lately. Diet Coke tastes bad most of the time, but I like anything that’s a clear soda – Sprite, etc. Fresca! Sugar, sugar, sugar. Fortunately, eating all of this sugar, sugar, sugar hasn’t made me feel too bad. Lots of Crystal Light. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms: &lt;/strong&gt;Contractions over the weekend. Just VERY uncomfortable lately. I suddenly feel very big. Some nausea, but not too much. Lots of pressure at the top of my tummy lately, too. I don't know if maybe he's dropped and because all the weight is now down that the bottom my poor upper stomach muscles (ha!) are being stretched, or what. At Monkey Joe's on Sunday I walked around feeling like I needed to carry my tummy. Not painful, just uncomfortable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; SO hard to fall asleep these days. I toss and turn (which isn’t easy) and huff and puff until I finally wear myself out. I’m usually up until 1 or 2 AM. No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Miss:&lt;/strong&gt; Bending over without hurting myself. Tying my shoes on top instead of the side (HA!). Confession: Eddie’s been tying them for me when he’s home. If James could tie, I’d enlist his help as well! Breathing normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Moment This Week:&lt;/strong&gt; Baby shower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7392070911988443050?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7392070911988443050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7392070911988443050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7392070911988443050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7392070911988443050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-brother38-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...38 Weeks'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjljPjTdKt0/TynRaQx4AuI/AAAAAAAAFWY/nHHw6iTPr2s/s72-c/38weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-3236978748859542235</id><published>2012-01-31T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:33:32.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>My 101 in 1001...January 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I started this list on November 1, 2010 and will give ongoing updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Those that have a &lt;strike&gt;strike-through&lt;/strike&gt; mark are complete. Those in &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; I'm working on or they are on-going goals. These have to be completely by July 28, 2013 (so those of you who have said how worn out you get by looking at this, it's all about the baby steps! I still have almost two years!). I know that it may get annoying that I post this (almost) once a month, but I think it's a good way for me to evaluate what I need to be working on. Skip if you wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1. Try a new recipe (and blog it!) at least once a month. (Most recipes can be found in the recipes tab.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. Take a sewing class.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3. Buy an embroidery machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;4. Take a photography class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. Buy a new car!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;6. Keep up with our Shutterfly photo albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;7. Join MOPs or another "Mommy Group."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8. Go on another girls' trip to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;9. Enjoy a "me-night-out" at least once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;10. Go see a movie by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;11. Go to two states I've never visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;12. Take more pictures with me in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. Buy a Cricut or Silhouette.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;14. Get a new pair of "good" jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;15. Buy a new cellphone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;16. Learn to decorate cookies and/or cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;17. Go to Callaway Gardens to see the Christmas lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;18. Continue working on our family trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For My Mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;19. Read 10 nonfiction books (and blog about them!). (Extras will fall under the next category.) (See the Books tab if you're interested in what I've read.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(1.) The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(2.) The Purpose of Christmas by Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(3.) Decision Points by George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(4.) In the Garden with Billy: Lessons about Life, Love, and Tomatoes by Renea Winchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(5.) Reshaping It All by Candace Cameron Bure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(6.) Better Photo Basics: The Absolute Beginner's Guide to Taking Photos Like a Pro by Jim Miotke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(7.) The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels by Ree Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(8.) Bossypants by Tina Fey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(9.) Life Lessons with Max Lucado: The Book of Genesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(10.) The Potty Boot Camp: Basic Training for Toddlers by Suzanne Riffel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;20. Read 101 fiction books (or extra nonfiction) (and blog about them!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(1.) Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(2.) Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(3.) The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(4.) Pop Goes the Weasel by James Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(5.) Ape House by Sara Gruen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(6.) The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(7.) The Mockingbirds by Daisy Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(8.) Rules of Deception by Christopher Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(9.) The Secret of the Old Mill by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(10.) Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(11.) The Missing Chums by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(12.) London Bridges by James Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(13.) Hunting for Hidden Gold by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(14.) The Shore Road Mystery by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(15.) Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(16.) The Lincoln Lawyer by Michael Connelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(17.) Potty Training Boys the Easy Way - Helping Your Son Learn Quickly, Even if He's a Late Starter by Caroline Fertleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(18.) The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(19.) Hardy Boys #7 by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(20.) Hardy Boys #8 by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(21.) The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(22.) Jaws by Peter Benchley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(23.) Living Dead in Dallas by Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(24.) Club Dead by Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(25.) Sweet Valley Confidential by Francine Paschal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(26.) The Secret of Redgate Farm by Carolyn Keene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(27.) The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(28.) Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(29.) The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(30.) Carnal Innocence by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(31.) Hardy Boys #9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(32.) Hardy Boys #10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(33.) Hardy Boys #11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(34.) One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(35.) Christmas in the South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(36.) 100 Days to Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(37.) The Soloist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(38.) Night by Elie Wisel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(39.) Inconceivable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(40.) What Women Fear by Angie Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(41.) Hardy Boys #14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(42.) Hardy Boys #20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;21. Read 10 "Classics." (Extras will be included for the above.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(1.) The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(2.) Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;22. Write more for myself...even if I don't ever share it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;23. Join a book club.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;24. Begin working on my masters. (Have I lost my mind?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;25. Learn more sign language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;26. Write snail mail letters to my friends - one friend a month. Who wants to be my pen pal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;27. Learn to crochet or knit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;28. Draft a will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;29. Keep up my teaching certification.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For My Soul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;30. Make attending Sunday School and Church a priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;31. Transfer our church memberships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;32. Do a Bible Study with Eddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;33. Complete the Beth Moore "Revelation" study with my small group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;34. Tithe 10% of my Willow House earnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;35. Memorize two new Bible verses every month.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;36. Read the Old Testament all the way through. (I've read the New Testament more than once but I get bogged down in the Old!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Genesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;37. Complete Beth Moore's "Daniel" study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;38. Buy a Bible timeline book.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;39. Get over my "no Christmas before Thanksgiving" rule and start listening to Christmas music in November. It makes me happy! Decorate the house the Friday, Saturday, and Sunday after Thanksgiving.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Others...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;40. Send out Christmas Cards (on time!) 2010, 2011, 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;41. Take meals to friends who have babies, are ill, or have a death in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* I took a meal to Eddie's co-worker and his wife, who broke her leg in March '11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Took a meal to a friend who just had back surgery in November '11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;42. Volunteer at the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Spring Bible School - March '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Vacation Bible School - July '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;43. Volunteer at an elementary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;44. Throw a party/shower for friends or family members at least five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* The Perry's shower with the Lunch Bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Co-hosted a shower for Kate in February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Shelley and Samantha's Sip 'N See in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;45. Volunteer to teach (children's) Sunday School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;46. Send Birthday cards to friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;47. Sponsor a Compassion child.&lt;/strike&gt; We didn't sponsor, but a donation was given at Christmas this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;48. Help another family buy Christmas gifts for their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We will probably do this every year. I love it and want to use it as a learning tool for when the boys are bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;49. Bake homemade Christmas goodies for friends and family at the beginning of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;50. Deliver teacher goodies to school at least once a school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For My Marriage...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;51. Go on a planned date once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We've gotten better at this as I've learned to send James off for weekends when we have big things going on. We do what needs to be done, but we've also snuck in a date or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;52. Pray for my marriage daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;53. Take a "just us" trip for more than a weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;54. Go on a 5 year anniversary trip back to the Caribbean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;55. Go away for a weekend together.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* Went to Atlanta for our shopping trip - one night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* St. Simons in June '11 - two nights away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;56. Encourage Eddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;57. Turn off the TV and computer at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;58. Eat dinner at the kitchen table.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;59. Read The Love Dare together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;60. Start exercising together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;61. Be intentional about becoming a Proverbs 31 woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For My Child...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;62. Pray for James daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;63. Read to him daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;64. Put James in preschool.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;65. Pray out loud with James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;66. Take James to the library once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;67. Start a savings plan for college.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;68. Take James to the zoo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;69. Take James to Disney World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;70. Start our at-home preschool time each day. (Fell off the wagon once sickness with Baby Brother started in. Need to re-start!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;71. Go to Burt's Pumpkin Patch. (Another one I'm re-thinking. We liked the one we visited this year!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;72. Begin to teach James about spending, savings, and tithing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;73. Begin the Jesse Tree Devotions at Advent each year. (We didn't do this last Christmas and it makes me sad. At night is just not the best time to do it so I may have to do it with the boys during the day before Eddie gets home from work next year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For My Health...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;74. Complete Couch-to-5K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;75. Run in a 5K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;76. Get back to wedding weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;77. Drink 2 thermoses of water daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;78. Take my vitamins daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;79. Go to the dentist twice a year. (I'm horrified that I haven't done this. The thought has made me want to be sick, though. Morning sickness + disgusting toothpaste flavor = yuck.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;80. Go to the eye doctor once a year. 2011 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;81. Start cooking with more fresh fruits and veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;82. Eat fewer processed foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;83. Floss every night for a month.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;84. Get a massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;85. Do Jillian Michael's 30-Day Shred for THIRTY DAYS! (At least 3x per week!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;86. Do yoga once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Wallet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;87. Organize and use my coupons at every grocery trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;88. Set up our budget and stick to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;89. Continue menu planning each week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For My Home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;90. Paint the dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;91. Curtains in the &lt;strike&gt;kitchen&lt;/strike&gt;, den, dining room, and master bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;92. Rugs in the kitchen, &lt;strike&gt;den&lt;/strike&gt;, dining room, and &lt;strike&gt;foyer&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;93. Complete my weekly cleaning list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;94. Hang pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;95. Recycle! Set up recycling bins in the garage.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;96. Organize office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;97. Organize garage and PARK IN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;98. Complete the swingset building project.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;99. Decorate another Christmas tree in our dining room at Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;100. Frame and hang more pictures of our grandparents and great-grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;101. Commit to completing this in 1001 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-3236978748859542235?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/3236978748859542235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=3236978748859542235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3236978748859542235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3236978748859542235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-101-in-1001january-2012.html' title='My 101 in 1001...January 2012'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2987563978177510281</id><published>2012-01-30T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:42:59.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Still here, still with child! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A video from Friday morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B_w1Z_gkm8g" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Friday afternoon was long. Lonnnng. Someone in this house was bored and didn't want to cooperate with his mama. My pregnant self was worn out and upset and James knew it. Poor thing told his daddy, "Mama uptet!" when he came home. He's sweet...most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because I was exhausted from just the toddler-mama struggle, we stayed home on Friday night. I can't even really remember what we did. That's pretty sad. I do know that when Eddie put James to bed he told him that his tummy hurt and that he needed a towel (I give him a towel and a bowl when he has a throw-up sickness). Of course, when Eddie told ME that he'd said that, I panicked. I just knew he was going to get sick and I started feeling nauseated and thought that maybe we all had a bug and just didn't realize it. I'm nothing if not a rational human being. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Around midnight, James woke up and I rushed in there expecting the worst. Fortunately, this wasn't a throw-up weekend, but it was the weekend from Night Terror You-Know-Where. The child has had at least 20 wake-up episodes from night terrors in the past week. It is exhausting for everyone involved. I put him in bed with us on Friday night (I know...horrible...but when he has one, he has them all night and it's hard for me to roll over in the bed and waddle in there to get him...and he just sounds so darn pitiful!) and realized that he was warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2alO4TnNfzg/Tyama_AGHSI/AAAAAAAAFVI/MMbAe5Fkm3s/s1600/snuggle.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2alO4TnNfzg/Tyama_AGHSI/AAAAAAAAFVI/MMbAe5Fkm3s/s640/snuggle.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So...I spent the next hour and a half taking his temperature every 15 minutes while he and Eddie snoozed. It only ever got up to 99.8, but I was worried that it was going to be another round of illness for us. And THEN, I started having contractions. So, to recap, a throw-up scare, night terrors, fever, contractions...and my mama went to the beach this weekend and she was worried about being 5 hours away instead of 1.5. Friday had to be "the" night, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Fortunately, it wasn't! (I am driving Eddie with my worst-case-scenario possibilities. For instance, a child in the nursery threw up yesterday so now I think we'll all wait until we have a stomach virus and then I'll go into labor. Driving. Eddie. crazy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday was a fun day! I woke up with a start at 9 o'clock when someone knocked on my bedroom door. I got up, wondering why the door would be locked, and it wasn't! No one was there. I looked all around the house and Eddie and James were no where to be found! I was a little concerned that the rapture had taken place and I'd been left behind! :) I finally called Eddie and he said he was at Publix. So...what of that knock? Then, it occurred to me that initially I'd thought it was a knock on my window but at the time that didn't make sense! I'm convinced now that someone DID knock on the window...weird and spooky. Just glad it was during broad daylight instead of at night! (And I definitely know that this weekend I'm coming off as a crazy person. I'm still blaming the pregnancy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After I got up and we all got showered and dressed, we headed out in search of church shoes for James. Eddie thinks that James has expired the little-white-shoes time limit and that he needs a new pair of &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; little boy church shoes. He does need something that will go with khakis and cords, so off we went. When we got to the recommended shoe store (20 minutes away), it was going out of business! There was NOTHING there. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We headed back toward our house and ran a few errands. Then, I got the bright idea (at 1:30) to go out to lunch. I should've never said it out loud because once James heard that, he wouldn't let go of it. We wound up eating at Buffalo Wild Wings again and I'm sad to say that it might be our last time for a while. Our waitress was sweet but it was SLOW and there was a major lack of communication between the servers, the kitchen, and the management. There were some very angry people sitting nearby us. AND when we got our check we learned that the people next to us had already accidentally paid ours which left theirs with us. The waitress didn't want to tell her managers about it and she insisted that the totals were very close. Oh well. Lesson learned on that place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday night a few friends got together to give us a diapers and wipes shower. It was SO much fun to get together with everyone. We had the shower at a Mexican restaurant nearby so I had to keep the list teensy, but we had a great time! Our nursery is stocked with diapers sized 1-3 and a TON of wipes and other little goodies. It was so fun! James had the best time walking around the table and talking to everyone. I'm pretty sure he sat with almost every family that was there and soaked up the attention! He is his daddy's child with that outgoing personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEFbxPNXtgg/TyasQZcvdjI/AAAAAAAAFV4/kXb4muKyp9w/s1600/DSC_0254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEFbxPNXtgg/TyasQZcvdjI/AAAAAAAAFV4/kXb4muKyp9w/s640/DSC_0254.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pl7ZDARN-Os/TyasRs4uYUI/AAAAAAAAFV8/mZ3TqszWtM8/s1600/DSC_0259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pl7ZDARN-Os/TyasRs4uYUI/AAAAAAAAFV8/mZ3TqszWtM8/s640/DSC_0259.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjce8_8ZevE/TyasSssuizI/AAAAAAAAFWE/T5oei2YicGM/s1600/DSC_0268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjce8_8ZevE/TyasSssuizI/AAAAAAAAFWE/T5oei2YicGM/s640/DSC_0268.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loDBVjl427k/TyasTsX1-2I/AAAAAAAAFWQ/UIJDcmp8lxA/s1600/DSC_0274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loDBVjl427k/TyasTsX1-2I/AAAAAAAAFWQ/UIJDcmp8lxA/s640/DSC_0274.jpg" width="424px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zQ4gruQlP4/Tyamv_DqUeI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/C4YB9tfXEwc/s1600/icing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zQ4gruQlP4/Tyamv_DqUeI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/C4YB9tfXEwc/s640/icing.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Please note the icing smeared across James' face in this picture. He LOVED the cupcakes Mrs. Lauren made. He told me he had, "one, two, pree, fo-wah, pive!" of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXp93J4BS1w/TyaoFvJj8wI/AAAAAAAAFVo/w_ZFAXBF8z8/s1600/diapers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXp93J4BS1w/TyaoFvJj8wI/AAAAAAAAFVo/w_ZFAXBF8z8/s640/diapers.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All of our goodies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P22OuikN1MU/TyaoJSe1OHI/AAAAAAAAFVw/dCRPQc075CQ/s640/wubanub.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;James demonstrating Baby Brother's new paci. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After church yesterday, I went with Lauren to get a manicure and pedicure. It was SO nice. If I'm still pregnant in two weeks I am going back! (And maybe even if I'm not I'll go back...but probably not, realistically!) It was fun to get out of the house and sit and talk to her and get pretty painted nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James was THRILLED with our plans last night. We'd signed up to go with our church's children's department to Monkey Joe's. James hadn't ever been before, but I guess the name sounded awesome because it was all he talked about all weekend. "After chuch...I take nap...go MONTEY DOE'S!" It took him a few minutes to warm up...especially after an incident of getting lost/stuck inside one of the inflatables (a friend's little girl was with him but I don't think she was strong enough to help him get out)...but he had a fun time. He finally convinced Eddie to take his shoes off and go with him. I'm not sure Eddie was technically allowed on the things, but he did stick to the slides and not the jumpies. :) We laughed and laughed at him because he was like the Pied Piper on the big slide. There could be NO ONE around and Eddie would start up the ladder with James and Mary Charles and suddenly there would be fifteen kids behind him. Ha! I think they BOTH had a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Aside from the lack of sleep, we had a GREAT weekend. I'm hoping to get a few more things done today and tomorrow before my 38-week doctor's appointment. My due date is two weeks from tomorrow so we'll see how much I can get done between now and Valentine's Day! I have a lonnnng list, but most of the things should be easy to get done (or get someone else to do!). Hope everyone's weekend was wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2987563978177510281?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2987563978177510281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2987563978177510281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2987563978177510281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2987563978177510281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-update_30.html' title='Weekend Update...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B_w1Z_gkm8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-3208557793466924786</id><published>2012-01-27T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:50:34.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, I thought last night that Baby Brother might want to be born on &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;Baby Brother's birthday. (Or the day after {today}, depending on how long it took.) He wiggled and pushed and wiggled from about nine until midnight. I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; uncomfortable. But you know what? MY HOUSE IS A MESS. I cleaned frantically last night just in case I needed to go to the hospital. Ha! I'm sure that helped, right? I would clean something and stop and sit in Eddie's recliner for a bit and then clean some more. I was having teeny, tiny contractions...nothing that you could call regular contractions...but they weren't comfortable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Nesting is in FULL FORCE. With James, I didn't feel like cleaning. I had horrible sciatica from the time I found out I was pregnant. This time around, I've had it off and on, but nothing terrible. The problem has been nausea and headaches...but the past two weeks they've been gone! And since I think I'm almost 100% recovered from bronchitis, I've been cleaning up a storm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My list is dwindling a little bit, but maybe not as quickly as it needs to. I've gotten EVERYTHING in that I've ordered. Baby Brother now has crib sheets, a Nap Nanny (I bit the bullet on this one because it was on sale...if you have one you'd be willing to loan me, I'd love it!), four yards of minky fabric for a bumper and wubbies, and&amp;nbsp;the other fabric for the bumper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I got so tickled yesterday when James walked in my bedroom and saw the infant carseat on the floor. He shouted, "YEA! Baby Brother comin' today!" Whew! No, not today, but &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We have tentative plans for the next several weekends. Tentative, because I realize my time is growing short. This weekend, we have a "sprinkle" (a small shower! ha!) with a few friends and some Mexican food. We're also trying to figure out something that we can do with James as a last hoorah with just the three of us. That will probably have to wait (hope it can!) until next weekend because we have Saturday and Sunday plans this weekend. (I have no reason to think that Baby Brother is making his way earlier than his due date, I've just worried about it this entire pregnancy. I am nothing if not a very detailed planner. I like to know the WHEN and HOW and WHERE details of ev.ery.thing. And pregnancy doesn't afford that luxury.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Slowly but surely we're getting there. I do wish that I could hire a cleaning lady for the next two weeks. I also wish that I could strap James in a high chair for more than five minutes at a time so that the things that I clean don't get pulled right back out. Ha! He has no interest in coloring in his high chair or sitting still at all for that matter. His interests include GOING FULL SPEED AT ALL TIMES. Good thing I actually have more energy this time around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend! See you on Monday with (hopefully) some pictures of a fun weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-3208557793466924786?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/3208557793466924786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=3208557793466924786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3208557793466924786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3208557793466924786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-6101537542675921985</id><published>2012-01-26T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:14:07.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><title type='text'>James Says the Darnedest Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I haven't done one of these in a while and because James' vocabulary is currently BOOMING, I thought I might need to spend a week or so thinking about some of his funny sayings lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* If you mention the time he says, "It pive (five) porty (forty?)," or "It pive pirty (thirty)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* After school the other day I brought him in from the car (asleep) and put him in his bed. If you transfer him like that he does what I refer to as the alligator death roll. He'll flip himself over as soon as he realizes he's been put down and then scream and cry that he doesn't "needa" nap. The other day he did the death roll and I said, "No, baby. It's naptime. Please lay down." And he said, "Mommy, I needa new diapa." So I changed his wet diaper and then asked him to climb up on his pillow. Then he said, "No, Mommy. I need pants on." I'd just left his jeans off but for whatever reason they were a naptime necessity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* This happened the other day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bfggD_J628/TyGj_OAX4sI/AAAAAAAAFUc/79kPpVYX18M/s1600/coffee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bfggD_J628/TyGj_OAX4sI/AAAAAAAAFUc/79kPpVYX18M/s640/coffee.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and I got SO tickled about it. I came in and he told me he needed some "toffee." We gave him just the teeniest bit of milk in that cup for supper and he sipped it very carefully (only a few spills) and "ahhh"-ed after each sip. Ha! Silly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;* He told me one night this week that his food was hot. "Wook at da steam, Mama! It hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* I asked James to hold my hand in the car the other day and he said, "No, hode (hold) Daddy hand." So I held Daddy's hand. Eddie's thumb was over mine and I could see the wheels turning in James' head. When we got out of the car he held my hand - and made sure his thumb was on top! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* He can count to TWENTY! I had no idea he'd learned this. He still struggles with 14, 15, 16, and 17, but he almost has it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Have I mentioned his "GLORY!" and "HALLELUJAH!" before? There's a sweet man from our church in Tifton (who some of you may or may not recognize *wink*) who, after the choir sings on Sundays, will shout "GLORY!" or "HALLELUJAH!" We LOVE when he does this and Anna and I used to get so tickled in church about it. James heard me say it one day and now he'll say it on command or whenever the mood strikes. It is hilarious to hear (from another room) "GLORY!" I'll try to video it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* "Be careful, Mommy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* The other day when I was sick James had a little accident in his big boy underwear (more than one tee-tee accident) and we decided he needed a bath. Mom asked if I'd hand her a washcloth so I threw it and it landed on James' he. He shouted, "Mooooooom! No prowing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* "Mooooooom!" is big right now in our house. Not Mama or Mommy. Mooooooooom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Eddie teasing told James that we're naming Baby Brother "Little James" and that we'll start calling him "Big James." Sometimes it's accepted, sometimes it doesn't go over very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* He pronounces his name "Dames Presh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* He heard Mrs. Krissy from church talking to me about a friend one day and asked "Way-uh May-wee Tarles?" (Where is Mary Charles?) Krissy looked at me and laughed that she didn't speak the "code."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Eddie picked James up from school recently and he was asleep when Eddie brought him inside. He woke up but was GRUMPY. I asked him if he had a good day at school and he said "No." Several other questions came up and he was just a grump. Finally, I said, "James. You didn't have a bad day, you had a GOOD day at school!" and he banged his hands down on the table and, with LOTS of frustration, said, "NO MAMA! A BAD DAY!" Ha! Just wait, little buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* When we say the blessing, pray at night, or pray on the way to school he always makes sure to say, "Mind Mommy Daddy." We've been working with him on listening and minding so he's been diligent about asking God for help in that area. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* A neighbor's roof is being worked on and when James saw a worker on the roof he was shocked! I think it worried him a little but now he wants to "Go wook at da woof," all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* James is well aware that Baby Brother is in my tummy. He felt him move the other day and thought it was really neat. He sometimes talks about having a baby in &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; tummy. The other day he told me that I have Baby Brother in my tummy and he has a baby sister in his tummy! We're having TWO babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* A few nights ago, James and Eddie were "wortin'" (workin') in the garage while I was finishing supper. I came out to find this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSNzVHDDWI/TyGla9agKyI/AAAAAAAAFUk/zsKHfDLeFt8/s1600/hat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSNzVHDDWI/TyGla9agKyI/AAAAAAAAFUk/zsKHfDLeFt8/s640/hat.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLyc6f1K_3A/TyGld0y_QOI/AAAAAAAAFUs/bkM46MDYwpM/s1600/phone.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tLyc6f1K_3A/TyGld0y_QOI/AAAAAAAAFUs/bkM46MDYwpM/s640/phone.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oENiB-7kgjg/TyGlg-75elI/AAAAAAAAFU0/SU3Z1oKwhdU/s1600/hat2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oENiB-7kgjg/TyGlg-75elI/AAAAAAAAFU0/SU3Z1oKwhdU/s640/hat2.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is TOO BIG! No longer a baby! I ask him all the time if he'll still be my baby and he says, "No, Daddy's baby!" I assure him that he can be both of ours and he'll concede and say, "Okay, but Daddy's baby, too." In case I try to steal him away I guess. (And no, he's not cross-eyed in real life. Maybe he was looking at the hat?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-6101537542675921985?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/6101537542675921985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=6101537542675921985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6101537542675921985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6101537542675921985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/james-says-darnedest-things.html' title='James Says the Darnedest Things!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bfggD_J628/TyGj_OAX4sI/AAAAAAAAFUc/79kPpVYX18M/s72-c/coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2147251865365750973</id><published>2012-01-25T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:32:11.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...37 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Guess who we saw today? NOT the doctor. :( I was told by a doctor two weeks ago (not my own...haven't seen her since early December) that's it's VERY important now to see the same person each visit. Too bad they don't seem to take that seriously. When I checked out she gave me the appointment and I said, "Now, this is WITH Dr. W.?" and she said it was. I get that they have to run out to deliver babies, but not every single time I'm there. I've been a LOT and have seen MY doctor maybe 4 times and another doctor only once. IF we ever have another baby, I may be looking for a different practice...which is a shame because I really like my doctor when I see her. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, what did we learn today? My weight is still good. My blood pressure was 110/62 today and Baby Brother's heartrate was 159 (I think). I measured fine. They didn't check any progress this week so it was a pretty quick appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've been rehearsing in my head what I'm going to say next week at my appointment to SEE a doctor. Pretty sure I'll ask the nurse as soon as I'm called back who I'm going to see and insist that it be the doctor. Last time I was induced so I'd rather talk to her about it beforehand this time around. I'm down to 20 days until my due date so I'd say it's time to have a chat with her about it. I know it will all work out but it is stressful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James and I got several errands run after my appointment and got a few more things marked off my list. Thankfully! It's sloooowly getting shorter, which is fantastic! He and I even had a picnic in the car today while we were out. He thought that was funny. I've eaten out twice with him now - Chick-fil-A (which he calls "Chicken Day") and Sonic. I've downloaded an app on my phone that tells which foods to avoid at fast food restaurants and it's made me feel a little more at ease. I'm still a little panicky out and about with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿Size of the Baby: Probably around 7 pounds by now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +12 pounds. Can you tell my appetite is in FULL FORCE? I cannot stop eating. I eat a little bit, get full, wait, eat a little more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m reaching the time we’re I’m outgrowing my maternity clothes. The mediums are too short, the larges are all too baggy. I just wear yoga pants at home anyway, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! He’s running out of room so no more jabs, kicks, and punches, but he’s still rolling all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I don’t have any real cravings. I’ve wanted lots and lots and lots of water lately. Diet Coke tastes bad (that’s a good thing, huh?) most of the time, but I like anything that’s a clear soda – Sprite, etc. Fresca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: Sciatica this week. This is how I felt my WHOLE pregnancy with James, though, so I’ll tough it out for three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: SO hard to fall asleep these days. I toss and turn (which isn’t easy) and huff and puff until I finally wear myself out. I’m usually up until 1 or 2 AM. No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Bending over without hurting myself. Tying my shoes on top instead of the side (HA!). Confession: Eddie’s been tying them for me when he’s home. If James could tie, I’d enlist his help as well! Breathing normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: Nursery progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2147251865365750973?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2147251865365750973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2147251865365750973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2147251865365750973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2147251865365750973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-brother37-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...37 Weeks!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-8523079659071152529</id><published>2012-01-24T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:32:19.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The To-Do List...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I felt like a champ yesterday. I've been moving a little bit slower this morning, but yesterday I felt like I got about 100 things knocked off my to-do list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mama came up yesterday morning to play. Eddie had a lunch meeting and Methodist Men last night and that usually makes for a lonnnnng day. I called in for reinforcements for entertainment! :) Usually when she's here I get a little bit done but I really just sit and visit for the most part. Yesterday, I was on top of my to-do list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* went to the bank. (Funny story, we pulled in and James yelled, "Yea, Mama! You made it!" Hmm...think I'm a bad driver? ;) Ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* went to Target to get swaddles, a new memory card for my camera, and Sunbutter (the sunflower seed&amp;nbsp;version of peanut butter...I'll let you know how it goes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* went to Hobby Lobby to look for wubbie fabric for Baby Brother. Unsuccessful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* charged and packed all of my cameras for the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* ordered thank you notes with Baby Brother's name on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* ordered minky fabric for the inside of the bumper and one side of his wubbie. James is going to flip when he sees four yards of this stuff. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* ordered crib sheets, a changer cover, a Nap Nanny (I bit the bullet because it was on sale...if I find one to borrow from someone I'll just return it), three allergy books, and an Arthur allergy movie for James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What? That doesn't sound like much? Well, for someone who has been out of commission with a sick child and/or a sick body for the last two weeks, I felt great! (I assure you that when the credit card bill comes in, Eddie will feel like it's a lot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So far today I've finished completely cleaning the nursery. I've done everything I can do for now. Just waiting on the things I've ordered to come in. Hopefully I'll find some curtains, frames, and art for the walls soon, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have a roast in the crockpot. Smells delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've watched Sweet Home Alabama (the show) and Alcatraz (the premiere). Is anyone watching Alcatraz? I LOVED the first episode. I think it's going to be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All the baby laundry is officially washed and put away! I need to wash our carseat cover tonight and then install carseats tomorrow and that will be marked off my list as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I need to get a little more cleaning done before James comes home from school and then I think I'll crash and take a nap when he does. Little man did NOT let me sleep last night. I'm not sure if he felt bad or if he was overly tired, but he woke up probably five times screaming with night terrors. I put him in the bed with us instead of having to get up and down all night (usually if he has one, it's an all-night event). Eddie didn't even hear him! So between screaming, having to potty every 15 minutes, and Eddie snoring away I don't think I slept at all. If it happens again tonight, I'm changing beds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'll leave you with a picture of this silly boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQMDrAvj1MA/Tx7qsU8QW-I/AAAAAAAAFT4/uLPQOaWFLMA/s1600/jamesduck.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQMDrAvj1MA/Tx7qsU8QW-I/AAAAAAAAFT4/uLPQOaWFLMA/s640/jamesduck.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-8523079659071152529?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/8523079659071152529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=8523079659071152529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8523079659071152529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8523079659071152529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-do-list.html' title='The To-Do List...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQMDrAvj1MA/Tx7qsU8QW-I/AAAAAAAAFT4/uLPQOaWFLMA/s72-c/jamesduck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-5048626518629228325</id><published>2012-01-23T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:44:59.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If I make it all the way to my due date, that means that this past weekend was the fourth last weekend until he's here. Wow! Only three left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We didn't have any plans this weekend and it wound up being a pretty lazy weekend at home because of some nasty weather in our area. I can't even remember what we did Friday night. It must not have been very exciting, huh? Gosh, what did we do...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday morning I slept late. Ahhh. I'm not sure whether Eddie likes it or not, but he's sweet to let me sleep in when he's home. He and James got up and did a few chores on the list around the house. (His list, not mine...I don't give him a chore list. Just wanted to be clear.) Once I got up it was clear that we might not be going anywhere because of rain and possible storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Daddy Jungle Gym during the storms while we watched the weather:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ijZH0IawM/Tx1uoU7cDRI/AAAAAAAAFTA/D7cltEfJIgI/s1600/james1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ijZH0IawM/Tx1uoU7cDRI/AAAAAAAAFTA/D7cltEfJIgI/s640/james1.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hg0Gq4xFiI/Tx1uvq8n9YI/AAAAAAAAFTI/FzHNFZ9RRw8/s1600/james2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hg0Gq4xFiI/Tx1uvq8n9YI/AAAAAAAAFTI/FzHNFZ9RRw8/s640/james2.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eddie did have to go to a variety of stores in search of something. I believe he said his route was Lowe's, Home Depot, another Lowe's, and back to the original Lowe's in order to complete his purchase. I think it was probably just an excuse to get out of the house. :) While he was gone the weather got BAD. I didn't hear tornado sirens, but I didn't go outside. Several friends said they heard them from their houses. Eddie swears he saw a funnel cloud from the Lowe's parking lot when he was leaving the last one. I'm glad I didn't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We spent some time in Baby Brother's room this weekend. His crib is back to the highest height and his crib skirt is in and on his bed but I'm going to take it off and iron it. I just wanted to see how it looked! I have almost everything washed and ready to go. A few things weren't pulled out of the clothes boxes and a few things have been snuggled with by a little boy who had pinkeye, so I thought it might be best to re-wash those. (Specifically, the Boppy. He thought that was the coolest pillow. Wiped those nasty little eyes all over that clean cover! Ha!) I also got all of the other clothes organized. We have 0-6 month clothes in his closet right now, but I had to do some sorting in our 0-3, 3-6, 6-9, and 9-24 month boxes. It's been fun to pull everything out! Little boy is SET on clothes. Not only does he have The Boy's clothes (been a while since I called James that!), but he also has clothes from Charlie and John Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lf0id44y-I/Tx1vRiGEQ5I/AAAAAAAAFTQ/ByGKkVufYbU/s1600/babyroom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lf0id44y-I/Tx1vRiGEQ5I/AAAAAAAAFTQ/ByGKkVufYbU/s640/babyroom.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I think one of the tornadoes hit the nursery! :) I've been opening the door and just throwing things in for a while now. I got some of this straightened out this weekend. It will be CLEAN by the end of the day today so I'll post a new picture soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flpLfDnfVS4/Tx1wonylvHI/AAAAAAAAFTo/cSuANPZuc_4/s1600/babyroom2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flpLfDnfVS4/Tx1wonylvHI/AAAAAAAAFTo/cSuANPZuc_4/s640/babyroom2.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His closet is pretty much ready, though! Look at those tiny clothes! If I hold something up James says, "Awww!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD4on8fCAyg/Tx1vS5ZgOOI/AAAAAAAAFTY/4lX0DoUoIK8/s1600/img12b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CD4on8fCAyg/Tx1vS5ZgOOI/AAAAAAAAFTY/4lX0DoUoIK8/s640/img12b.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The plaid is what we're doing his bumper in. It's Pottery Barn and called "Kingston." It's been discontinued so I had to buy a duvet cover. Leta is going to make the bumper for me and the plaid will be on the outside, navy minky on the inside. I ordered a sheet today and it's just solid navy. I also went ahead and bought the twin duvet cover for when we go to a big boy room. I know that's a LONG time from now, but I didn't want to not do it and then not be able to find it. Hopefully, in the spring I'll be able to make a trip up to Pottery Barn Outlet and see whether any of it has made it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs1X-0SZvoc/Tx1vTj80ZeI/AAAAAAAAFTg/P_EJjDrc6_I/s1600/img50b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="564px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs1X-0SZvoc/Tx1vTj80ZeI/AAAAAAAAFTg/P_EJjDrc6_I/s640/img50b.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And here's the skirt! Again, it's Pottery Barn "Kingston." They do still have the skirt so this is exactly what I bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday we were finally in town and well enough to get ourselves to church! Eddie and I have gone once since Christmas but James hadn't been to church since the beginning of December! I'm pretty sure that the Sunday School lesson was written for me yesterday. One of the key verses was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without His unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:16-18, The Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The whole lesson was on illness and how that even though we often find ourselves in situations that seem unbearable, we can take heart that this life, and these problems, are only temporary and are just a tiny, tiny, tiny part of eternity. It was a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After church we came home and had lunch and everyone took a nap! Glory! Hallelujah! It was fabulous! And it never happens anymore! The boys ran to the grocery store for me and then when they got home James told us that, "I needa wuk {work} in Baby Bwubber's woom." He thought that was so much fun! So he and I picked up toys and moved a few things around in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkIbHQa5MU/Tx1xktdbEBI/AAAAAAAAFTw/-G2EUskfQ1Y/s1600/37weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkIbHQa5MU/Tx1xktdbEBI/AAAAAAAAFTw/-G2EUskfQ1Y/s640/37weeks.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And here we are around 8:30 last night. I was 36 weeks, 5 days. I feel like he's grown a little lately, right? :) I've still only gained about 10 pounds which both thrills and scares me. I'll tell you a little secret...with James I gained THIRTY pounds by the time I checked into the hospital. 30. But I lost every bit of that weight (unfortunately, no more) within about two weeks after he was born. These 10 pounds? I bet they stick. I bet I have to WORK to make them go away. We'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All in all, it was a lazy, but successful weekend. I managed to make a HUGE list of to-dos for the week that I'm hoping I can get completely crossed off. Major things on it like - wash and install carseat, finish packing hospital bag, charge cameras, etc. It's a LONG list. Hopefully, I'll get most (all!) of it finished! Y'all have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-5048626518629228325?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/5048626518629228325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=5048626518629228325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5048626518629228325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5048626518629228325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-update_23.html' title='Weekend Update...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ijZH0IawM/Tx1uoU7cDRI/AAAAAAAAFTA/D7cltEfJIgI/s72-c/james1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-555616813710049270</id><published>2012-01-22T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:12:11.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe of the Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s For Dinner...'/><title type='text'>What's For Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How about a menu today? :) Don't count on this every week yet, but while food is actually TASTING good again, I thought I'd meal plan. (Eddie is ecstatic! He's tired of chicken nuggets and cereal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, January 22, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/10/three-cheese-stuffed-shells-with-meaty-tomato-sauce/"&gt;Pioneer Woman's Stuffed Shells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Garlic Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*** Edited to add: We had this tonight and it was FANTASTIC. I made it with Italian sausage and actually cheated and just used jarred sauce. Next time I'll try with turkey. It would be great with just marinara or veggies and marinara, too! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, January 23, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eddie has Methodist Men tonight so James and I will eat leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, January 24, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Crockpot Roast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;with Potatoes, Onions, and Carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(I thought I had a recipe on here for this but I don't so I'll post that this week sometime.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, January 25, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sloppy Joes! Haven't had these since I was little! (I can't remember how much I like them but they sounded good this week, so they're on the list!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Roasted Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Green Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, January 26, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eddie has rehearsal for a church play so leftovers for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(Don't get too excited about his acting debut - he only has one line. He's looking forward to it, though. {Feel free to ask what in the world he was thinking saying yes to this just before, during, and after we've just had a baby.})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, January 27, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Homemade Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, January 28, 2012:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We have a "Sprinkle" (a teeny shower! ha!) that some friends are hosting for us. Yummy Mexican food! (I believe I'll be eating my weight in Tums before and after this one. This boy must have a lot more hair than James because the spicy foods have been killing me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-555616813710049270?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/555616813710049270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=555616813710049270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/555616813710049270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/555616813710049270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s For Dinner?'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7643660553626695405</id><published>2012-01-20T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:56:09.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I Seem to Remember Being a Little Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This has been the longest week. The longest, toughest week. I am overwhelmed and sad about what is ahead of us in this severe allergy diagnosis. Way, way overwhelmed. I'm certain it doesn't help that I got this news at 36 weeks gestation. :( Hormones galore! I'm going to try my best not to whine and cry about it, but there's not a &lt;em&gt;ton &lt;/em&gt;of information out there so I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;going to post things I learn every once in a while. There's information, but not the daily life kind...and that's what I'm looking for right now. I'm not going to lie, this stuff TERRIFIES me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've been running through all the stupid "what ifs" in my head. "What if we forget his EpiPen at home?" "What if someone doesn't read a label and he has a reaction?" "What if someone tries to 'test' his allergy?" (Y'all, the amount of stories I've heard about family members "TESTING" a severe food allergy is remarkable. Let it be known that mama bear will HURT someone who does that.) "Will we ever be able to travel out of the country with him?" "What if a restaurant doesn't have their ingredients listed somewhere? Can we still eat there?" See? Overwhelmed. Suffice it to say that my sweet family is in for it in the next few weeks. Those of you who are around James all the time are about to be BOMBARDED with information and dos and don'ts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A family friend was diagnosed with a severe peanut allergy when she was three. Her mama and my mama have known each other practically since they were born so she's probably going to be my sounding board for a while. Yesterday, she mentioned to Mama that she STILL has to remind people around her daughter that she cannot have peanuts in anything. Her daughter is twenty-one. Y'all. This is lifelong, here. I texted another friend last night who's been dealing with MAJOR health issues with her son for about a year now. I asked her if she just felt like she was in the pit of despair when they first found out. Thankfully, she told me it was normal! :) She said I just have to get used to our new normal. I think instead I'll put James in a bubble and we'll stay home forever. Y'all feel free to visit, though! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okay, I'm making this post way longer than necessary. More about Baby Brother, less about James now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've mentioned before that the first go 'round of pregnancy was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; different than this one has been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For one thing, I worked (outside the home) through week 20 of my pregnancy with James. Because I taught school, summer began WAY before I would've begun a maternity leave and I was free to lounge the day away (inside, with air conditioning) weeks 21-40. Now, I'm sure I wasn't lounging &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time, but I wasn't doing much! This time I, of course, have the job that never ends. I (mostly) love it, but it is &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;. Eddie has been FANTASTIC when he's home from work, but between 8-6, James and I are almost exclusively on our own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At home isn't as big a deal as being out and about. I have a HUGE mama bus and he has a HUGE toddler carseat. Some of you know what I'm talking about. I need the running board to easily get into my vehicle. I have to lift James to about chest height to get him into his seat. At the doctor's office last week he weighed 30.5 pounds. You'd think my arms would be way more toned by now. Lifting him and carrying him makes my arms and back ache. Last time I carried a purse...and that was it. And if I sat my purse down for a second it didn't run screaming into another direction. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Another difference has been the time of year of these pregnancies. Last time I was HOT all.the.time. It was the hottest summer of my life. Hottest EVER. Our house was hot. The car was hot. Outside was hot. It was hot everywhere. The only relief I ever got was in a swimming pool. And we don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This time, obviously, hasn't been in the middle of the summer. And it also apparently hasn't been in the middle of the winter since we're having one of the warmest winters I can ever remember. (If you're from the north, feel free to laugh at me. It's 70-something* today and I'm wearing jeans and long sleeves. I'm not cold, but it ain't hot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last time, I had the nursery completed by Week 36. I really had it completed before then. I got my bedding from my aunt as a baby shower gift at with exactly one month to go until James' due date. The only thing not completed were the letters I had painted for his room and I think I got those about two months later. No biggie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This time, I couldn't ever find bedding that I liked so I broke down and bought pre-made. I don't have much against pre-made but the skirts never seem to fit just right. I've &lt;em&gt;ordered&lt;/em&gt; his skirt and I've ordered a duvet cover that matches so that my aunt can turn it into a bumper. (The pre-made bumpers that matched this set are all sold out.) We've &lt;em&gt;sort of&lt;/em&gt; started leaning toward a theme. We're not all gung-ho about a theme, but we have something that we'll probably do anyway. I'm going to have a canvas painted with his name on it (yes, he has one; no, I can't tell you) to hang over his crib but I'm in no rush on it. I still need to clean his room out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last time, I washed clothes as I received them and had them hanging sweetly in his closet. I'd go and peek in every once in a while and think how BIG they looked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This time, I scrambled the past two weekends to pull clothes out of the attic. Some of them are hanging, some are in the dryer, some are piled in the rocking chair in his room. I keep walking by the sofa (where some of them are folded) and thinking how TINY they look! Surely that's not 3-6 months! It looks like a newborn outfit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We were excited then and we're excited now but last time the last four weeks dragged along like they'd never end. This time I actually told a friend that I had my fingers crossed that I wouldn't have made any progress at my 36 week appointment. :) What pregnant woman thinks that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I know that a lot of it has to do with having had a child already (and knowing &lt;em&gt;just enough&lt;/em&gt; to be terrified) and that a lot of it has to do with how sick we've been lately. I'm not making progress while I'm sleeping and trying to recover. BUT...the good news is that I do know that Baby Brother won't care whether his room is finished. He won't care whether my house is clean. And he won't care whether I've stocked my freezer with meals. He's going to come when he's good and ready (or when Dr. W. is good and ready to induce!). We're excited and can't wait to meet him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7643660553626695405?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7643660553626695405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7643660553626695405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7643660553626695405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7643660553626695405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-seem-to-remember-being-little-bored.html' title='I Seem to Remember Being a Little Bored...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-6764945854491856695</id><published>2012-01-19T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:31:54.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe of the Week'/><title type='text'>Chicken Noodle Soup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To say that I'm overwhelmed by our news from yesterday about James' allergy is probably the understatement of the year. Eddie made me get off the computer last night so I'd stop freaking myself out. BUT DO YOU KNOW THAT TREE NUTS ARE IN THE MOST UNUSUAL THINGS?!?! *Sigh* We'll learn. The most disheartening part is that when I dropped him off at school this morning I told his teacher that he has an Epi Pen in his bag now and she said "I don't know what that is," and blew it off. Awesome. Thanks for taking care of my kid. (We've been less-than-impressed with her this year. Not just for this.) *Sigh again.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, today I'm trying NOT to focus solely on allergies! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I made this chicken noodle soup on Monday night. I had chicken noodle soup on the brain since I'd been sick all weekend and Eddie agreed to have it for supper. It's a Cooking Light recipe that my friend, Callie, tweeted to me and then I changed it up for what I wanted. I'm just giving my version, but you can probably find the original on Cooking Light's website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* 8 cups chicken stock or broth (I used broth and added a little extra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* rotisserie chicken (I picked ALL of the white meat off and added a little of the dark meat but not much. The recipe called for 20 oz. of chicken.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* 2 cups diagonally sliced carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* 2 cups diagonally sliced celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* 1 cup chopped onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* 6 oz. medium egg noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1. Bring broth to a boil. Turn down to low and add all vegetables. Cook 10 minutes or until tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2. Add chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3. Add egg noodles and cook until tender. (This is where I would change it for next time. Cook and store your egg noodles SEPARATELY. Otherwise, they get gummy and you'll regret having leftovers. Or maybe that's just me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Serve with bread. (And the rest of the rotisserie chicken if your name is Eddie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We enjoyed it! It was super easy and quick!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-6764945854491856695?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/6764945854491856695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=6764945854491856695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6764945854491856695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6764945854491856695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/chicken-noodle-soup.html' title='Chicken Noodle Soup...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-946618972202781425</id><published>2012-01-18T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:47:54.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...36 Weeks! (And an Allergy Update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I saw a nurse practitioner at my appointment today. They were running so behind that I didn't care WHO saw me. She called in a Z-Pack for me since I'm still sick...eight days now. I sound horrible and my throat is so sore it hurts to talk. She also did my Group B Strep test and checked my progress. Baby Brother is head down (although, I think he goes into a transverse {sideways} position sometimes...) and I'm not dilated at all yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I ran from my appointment to James' allergist appointment. There is good news and bad news on that front. The good news is that James is NOT allergic to peanuts. The bad news is that he is allergic to all tree nuts. We're going to have to learn to read labels, he has his own Epi Pen, and we'll be doing our research on what to avoid. We asked lots of questions about Baby Brother just so that we'd know. Chances are NOT in his favor that he'll outgrow it, but they'll re-test him in a year and again five years after that to see what shows up then. Oddly enough, his bloodwork came back negative and they decided to do a skin test just to be on the safe side. Poor little man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿Size of the Baby: Still about the same! I know the thing on the sidebar says differently. Make your best guess. (Actually, maybe we SHOULD have a guessing post!) He’s about 17.2 to 18.7 inches. From here on out he won’t get much longer, but he’s plumping up. (Funny, since I had a 21 inch baby the first go ‘round!) He’s now about 4.2 to 5.8 pounds, and he’ll put on a pound or more of baby fat before birth. I have felt all along like he might be smaller than James (he’s measured smaller, James measured a little bigger), but maybe that’s just wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +10 pounds. I had a little scare on Saturday where I stepped on the scale and had lost 4 pounds. I assume it was the whole only-taking-in-liquids thing on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. They’re back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m reaching the time we’re I’m outgrowing my maternity clothes. The mediums are too short, the larges are all too baggy. I just wear yoga pants at home anyway, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! He’s running out of room so no more jabs, kicks, and punches, but he’s still rolling all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I don’t have any real cravings. I’ve wanted lots and lots and lots of water lately. Diet Coke tastes bad (that’s a good thing, huh?) most of the time, but I like anything that’s a clear soda – Sprite, etc. Fresca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: Oddly enough, I’ve had NO pregnancy problems in the past week. I’ve felt great! If only I hadn’t had a fever for four days, no appetite, body aches, a throat and lungs that feel like they’re on fire, and a cough that won’t quit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: SO hard to fall asleep these days. I toss and turn (which isn’t easy) and huff and puff until I finally wear myself out. I’m usually up until 1 or 2 AM. No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Bending over without hurting myself. Tying my shoes on top instead of the side (HA!). Confession: Eddie’s been tying them for me when he’s home. If James could tie, I’d enlist his help as well! Breathing normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: Ha! I enjoyed my weekend with Eddie, but I wish I’d felt better! I DID make nursery progress, so maybe that was my best moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-946618972202781425?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/946618972202781425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=946618972202781425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/946618972202781425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/946618972202781425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-brother36-weeks-and-allergy-update.html' title='Baby Brother...36 Weeks! (And an Allergy Update)'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-580993764409788009</id><published>2012-01-17T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:58:43.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;*** I'm giving away one of the new Willow House items over on my friend Amy's blog! Click &lt;a href="http://totaltippinstakeover.blogspot.com/2012/01/willow-house-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and enter to win! It could be one of you! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eddie and I had BIG plans this weekend. BIG plans. A date to a restaurant in Macon. ﻿A date to the movies. A few things that needed to be finished up around the house. I'd planned to cook and freeze a few meals. You know what happens when you have full-blown bronchitis (self-diagnosis but I am certain I'm right because I've had it about 20 times in my life)? Nothing. Nada. No dates. Nothing productive gets done. Nothing. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So James had big plans this weekend with Papa and YaYa. He told me that they were going to go see the baby goats, play outside, and play with bubbles. I think they accomplished all of his goals. :) YaYa picked him up on Saturday morning and he was off for a weekend of fun. I tried to convince him that they don't know what fun is and that he should stay home with me because we were going swimming and fishing at the lake and to the toy store (LIES! all LIES!), but he thought Papa and YaYa could probably be convinced to do all those things as well. (I can't wait for him to be able to say, "Papa, take me to Six Flags, please!" Mwahahhaaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When James left Eddie and I worked around the house and then because I was feeling okay, we headed out to run some errands. I had a list of pre-baby things that needed to be bought so we tried to tackle that on Saturday. It's amazing how much I've forgotten. What do I need for a baby? Overwhelmingly, the answer has been diapers, Mylicon, Desitin, and wipes. I think I can handle that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After our errands we tried a new restaurant in town - Buffalo Wild Wings. Eddie dropped me at the door so that I could put our name on the list and the girl told me she had no idea how long it would be. Ha! Because it's a sports bar and because we're currently in the NFL playoffs the tables might turn over quickly or they might not. We wound up only waiting for about twenty minutes or so for a place. The food was good but it was LOUD. We enjoyed it, though. I'd probably go back again...but maybe at lunch when there's not a game. The good news is that if we ever take James it's so loud that he could be bouncing off the walls and it wouldn't bother anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday night we flipped between NFL and Miss America. I was a little disappointed with Miss America this year. I know it's been this way for a while, but I HATE how they cut girls now. I don't like that they have everyone sitting out on stage. I don't know. The whole thing was disappointing for me. I liked the formality of the pageant a few years ago and it isn't like that anymore at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday morning I did NOT feel well. I woke up at 5:30 and stayed awake until&amp;nbsp;7 feeling as though my tonsils and lungs were on fire. I took some Tylenol and watched TV for a while. The Tylenol must've kicked in because the next thing I knew it was 9:45. I don't think we went anywhere at all on Sunday. I'm pretty sure that I showered and put pajamas right back on at one point. The only thing I can think of that I did do was watch the Golden Globes. Another disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I did get this sweet picture of a boy having a lot of fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN20dLlVGQI/TxWWy6D_fhI/AAAAAAAAFS4/jNo9HajqS3U/s1600/coffee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN20dLlVGQI/TxWWy6D_fhI/AAAAAAAAFS4/jNo9HajqS3U/s640/coffee.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yesterday I didn't feel great, but I did get up and take a shower so that we could run a few errands. We're giving our fireplace a little makeover with gas logs instead of real wood (I fought this at first but now I'm wholeheartedly on board...no more smokey smell in my house!) so Eddie needed to go see someone about that. I sat in the car and talked to Mama the ENTIRE time he was in the store. We solved a few world problems such as organization for my home office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After that one errand, it was time to head home to meet James and YaYa. Little boy was sleepy when he got there but eventually perked up. Eddie and I usually dread the hand-off because he's never happy to leave his grandparents but he was unusually clingy to me after YaYa left yesterday. I suspect he knows that something big is brewing. He wants me to hold him all.the.time. now. I don't mind it much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had to go to WalMart and Publix after YaYa left to buy a few things - namely a new wireless router so that I could be back in business on the internet. Eddie joked that had I not felt bad and had an iPhone I would've had the shakes all weekend for the Internet being out. Unfortunately, he might be right. Yikes. Last night we had chicken noodle soup for supper. It was GREAT and I'll post the recipe later in the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, definitely nothing fancy. Hopefully by the end of this week I'll be feeling better. I have my 36-week appointment tomorrow and James has his allergy appointment. We will know the results of the nut allergy test tomorrow! Bless his heart, if you say something about peanut butter he says it makes him itchy. Pitiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Two videos to include today that I thought were sweet and funny. Both of these are from last week.&amp;nbsp;The first video is for the Harry Potter fans. He and Eddie make fun of my love for Harry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6UpJL5YmnOk" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T6MLWsWWM4c" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-580993764409788009?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/580993764409788009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=580993764409788009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/580993764409788009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/580993764409788009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-update_17.html' title='Weekend Update...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uN20dLlVGQI/TxWWy6D_fhI/AAAAAAAAFS4/jNo9HajqS3U/s72-c/coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-8422447168875767882</id><published>2012-01-13T20:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:22:51.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Assortment...When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>Y'all. This week has been ridiculous. I would love to post the videos and pictures that go along with the week but currently our Internet is out (after the rest of the week you'll realize it's not surprising at all...things are just falling apart!). Let's recap, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Eddie and I went to church but skipped Sunday School because I didn't feel well. We came home and waited for James to get home from his grandparent weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: We had a successful day of potty training. James and I had a few errands we needed to run but we stayed home because potty training was going so well. Monday after Eddie got home we realized James was running a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: James still doesn't feel well and mopes around most of the morning. I called Dr. W's office because his eyes were yucky. The nurse thinks it's pinkeye and an ear infection and wants to see him. Dr. W confirms nurses suspicions. Gives us eye drops and calls in amoxicillin. James and I get rained on as we go from the doctor to Publix for medicine. The medicine was a ridiculous fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: He's healed! Wild man won't slow down today! His eyes look better and he must feel great. Knowing he's still contagious we stay home. After James is asleep I take a bath and realize I feel achy all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Still no school for pinkeye and he is STIR CRAZY. I feel yucky all morning and have a very sore throat. I sleep when Eddie is home for lunch. At 2:30 I hold up my white flag and call Eddie in for back-up. I have never felt so sick in my life. I call the obgyn to see if they think it's pregnancy related. I am hurting everywhere and am terrified it is infection that will send me to the hospital. I AM NOT READY! Nurse thinks it's the flu and sends me to the quick care for treatment. I sit in a waiting room with someone holding a trash bag and someone with a face mask. Terrified, I try to hold my breath. Thankfully, they call me back quickly. Blood pressure was so high they have to take it twice. It winds up being 153/68 but it has NEVER been that high. The doctor orders a throat swab and a flu test. Yuck and yuck. Both come back negative and I am told to take Tylenol and gargle with warm salty water. My mama could've told me that. Back home to monitor my temperature (I have to go to the hospital if it stays above 101*). I feel awful for the remainder of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Mama comes to watch James so I can sleep and Eddie can go to work. I sleep a good bit of the day. James is an ill pill most of the day. Mama makes potato soup and brings lots and lots of fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all the above:&lt;br /&gt;- James refuses to take liquid medicine but there is a miscommunication about chewables between us, Dr. W, his nurse and the pharmacy. We finally got that worked tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last night James broke out in a rash. We suspect the medicine but Dr. W thinks it's viral. We'll still mention it to the allergist on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James has slept a portion of every night since Sunday in our bed. It's either that, or lots and lots of screaming. We're not sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We think Eddie has pinkeye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have only left the house since Sunday morning to go to the doctor and the pharmacy. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! That's our week! As soon as the Internet is back up I'll add pictures and a few funny videos to the post. There have been SOME funny moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-8422447168875767882?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/8422447168875767882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=8422447168875767882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8422447168875767882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8422447168875767882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-assortmentwhen-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='A Random Assortment...When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-8109966741042449594</id><published>2012-01-12T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:58:04.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow House'/><title type='text'>Join My Team!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've tried to steer clear from posting about Willow House all the time on here, but I posted this on my Willow House Facebook page yesterday and had a few people email me about it so I thought I'd mention it here, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Right now Willow House has an enrollment special going on. Normally, it's $199 to become a Consultant. Until January 31st it's only $99. It's a great deal! You get all of the things shown below, plus catalogs and all the business essentials you need to get yourself started. And $99 would be a BREEZE to make back within your first month! They have a few other enrollment incentives going on right now, so email me if you'd like to hear about everything! I've really enjoyed being a part of this company and getting myself out of the house every now and then to visit with friends and meet new people. I'd love to share more with you and have you join my team! If you're interested in hearing more, send me an email&amp;nbsp; at fresh{dot}lauren{at}gmail{dot}com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZbAP0zQmks/Tw4fQBW3GfI/AAAAAAAAFSw/gHuJZ8Lo3VQ/s1600/2011-12_2012-01_StarterKitDecor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZbAP0zQmks/Tw4fQBW3GfI/AAAAAAAAFSw/gHuJZ8Lo3VQ/s640/2011-12_2012-01_StarterKitDecor.jpg" width="494px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-8109966741042449594?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/8109966741042449594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=8109966741042449594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8109966741042449594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/8109966741042449594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/join-my-team.html' title='Join My Team!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZbAP0zQmks/Tw4fQBW3GfI/AAAAAAAAFSw/gHuJZ8Lo3VQ/s72-c/2011-12_2012-01_StarterKitDecor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-1226897714334582523</id><published>2012-01-11T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:28:27.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE Medicine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;*** Lauren posted about our New Year's Eve "party" over on her blog today. If you'd like to read and see the pictures, click &lt;a href="http://www.talkofthetrains.com/2012/01/we-missed-new-years.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well...I thought things were fine at home with James. I really thought we had another cruddy cold or whatever it is that he gets and we'd just ride it out...not so much. Since his eyes were goopy, I decided to call the nurse at the doctor's office yesterday to just see what she'd say. Usually when James is sick he has a really runny nose and then the cough comes later. He's not really had much of a cough this time...but he has had a fever and the goopy eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When the nurse called back she asked if &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; of his eyes were draining and I said they were. She then asked if he was tugging on his ears. Ummm....I didn't mention ears, but no. Runny nose? Check. Cough? No. And her over-the-phone-diagnosis? "He probably has pinkeye and an ear infection." Ummm...what? He's never had an ear infection so I didn't know what to look for there anyway. He says his ears don't hurt (until Eddie washed his hair tonight and suddenly they did). He does cry when I wipe his eyes and he says they hurt. Other than his eyes and nose, he's had the low-grade fever and has been SUPER calm. (If you know him you know this is not his normal personality. He doesn't sit back and watch...he participates!) He also wasn't eating great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So...to the doctor we went late yesterday afternoon. James was a really sweet boy at Dr. W.'s office, especially considering how long we'd waited. He was mostly entertained by my phone (thank you, Eddie, for the best birthday present EVER) and watching videos of himself over and over and previews of movies on iTunes. Ha! He did keep shouting, "I need to see Dr. W!" over and over but I actually didn't mind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When Dr. W. came in, he confirmed that the nurse's suspicions were correct - pinkeye and an ear infection! Nothing in his chest or throat. I guess to have gone for two years and almost three months with NEVER having an ear infection was a pretty good record. It had to be broken at some point, right? We left with eye drops and a prescription for amoxicillin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On our way home we grabbed his medicine from the Publix pharmacy and he seemed very excited about taking everything. I knew what was coming, but encouraged him that it'd be FUN to take the medicine. (Probably shouldn't do that, but I hated to say, "Nope. You'll hate this!") When it came time for meds tonight, I gave him the amoxicillin in the bathtub because he has a gag reflex like I've never seen. Our usual method of giving him anything liquid is to cut a tiny piece of a straw off and have him sip his medicine through that. So far, it's the ONLY thing that we can find that he doesn't fight. Until tonight! He dug his heels in and was adamant that he wasn't taking it. I promised him five M&amp;amp;Ms. I "called" Dr. W. to encourage him. We brought Scout in to watch. Nothing worked. So I was the mean mama and squirted it way back in his mouth with the syringe. I hate doing that. He wasn't a fan, but it all stayed down. His reward (his choice) was to have Scout stay in the bathroom while he took a bath. Sure! Whatever keeps you from crying, Bud! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmNH9GpY5-k/Tw2bWUgZ2fI/AAAAAAAAFSg/6YitOlRjul0/s1600/scout2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmNH9GpY5-k/Tw2bWUgZ2fI/AAAAAAAAFSg/6YitOlRjul0/s640/scout2.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds96xyTXYfU/Tw2bYwHV36I/AAAAAAAAFSo/kr9iD8EtbTk/s1600/scout1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ds96xyTXYfU/Tw2bYwHV36I/AAAAAAAAFSo/kr9iD8EtbTk/s640/scout1.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After his bath it was time for his eye drops. I knew this would be even more fun. We "practiced" on Daddy and Mama's eyes and showed him what we'd do. Then the screaming began. Eddie wound up holding him in a straight jacket position while I pried his eyes open to put the drops in. It was one of our finest parenting moments, I assure you! Another M&amp;amp;M for that round. And THEN we watched the Dinosaur Train opening sequence on my phone. THREE times. I think we'll just start with that tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Whew! Parenting the sick is not fun, folks! He has, at least, been very lounge-y and snuggly and sweet. That's been nice. Yesterday he took a morning nap on my bed and a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; afternoon nap in his own bed. He spent a lot of his waking hours in Daddy's recliner. He wasn't a great eater yesterday, but maybe he'll start feeling a little better and eat more than waffles, yogurt, and applesauce...and cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Pitiful boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-1226897714334582523?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/1226897714334582523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=1226897714334582523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1226897714334582523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1226897714334582523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-medicine.html' title='MORE Medicine...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmNH9GpY5-k/Tw2bWUgZ2fI/AAAAAAAAFSg/6YitOlRjul0/s72-c/scout2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7309346953820270613</id><published>2012-01-10T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:41:33.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...35 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I got a reminder today that His plans are not MY plans. :) James (who usually goes to school on Tuesdays) is currently asleep in my bed with a yucky nose, gunky eyes, and a low-grade fever. Pitiful. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my days for getting lots of things done and I don't have many left. BUT...sometimes we need a wakeup call to slow down, don't we? Being thankful in everything...I'm thankful this is the first time since November that he's been sick. We've had a good stretch of health for a bit and that's nice! Let's get it out of our systems NOW instead of everyone getting sick in February and March!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: He’s about 17.2 to 18.7 inches. From here on out he won’t get much longer, but he’s plumping up. (Funny, since I had a 21 inch baby the first go ‘round!) He’s now about 4.2 to 5.8 pounds, and he’ll put on a pound or more of baby fat before birth. I have felt all along like he might be smaller than James (he’s measured smaller, James measured a little bigger), but maybe that’s just wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +10 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m reaching the time we’re I’m outgrowing my maternity clothes. The mediums are too short, the larges are all too baggy. I just wear yoga pants at home anyway, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! He’s running out of room so no more jabs, kicks, and punches, but he’s still rolling all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I don’t have any real cravings. I’ve wanted lots and lots and lots of water lately. Diet Coke tastes bad (that’s a good thing, huh?) most of the time, but I like anything that’s a clear soda – Sprite, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: My legs are restless, my back is achy. I’m exhausted all the time. I’m still nauseated a lot. I can’t breathe. I have a little bit of sciatica. I am running back and forth to the bathroom all the time. So fun! Someone feels like they start break dancing at 11:30 every single night. It’s hilarious how on schedule he is already! We’re going to have to work on those days and nights! All normal, though…it could be much, much worse! I’ll take it for the next five weeks if he’ll stay put!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: SO hard to fall asleep these days. I toss and turn (which isn’t easy) and huff and puff until I finally wear myself out. I’m usually up until 1 or 2 AM. No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Bending over without hurting myself. Tying my shoes on top instead of the side (HA!). Breathing normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: An entire date weekend with Eddie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7309346953820270613?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7309346953820270613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7309346953820270613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7309346953820270613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7309346953820270613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-brother35-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...35 Weeks!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-3445692183650905492</id><published>2012-01-09T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:04:44.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With just over five weeks to go - unless this boy comes early - we spent the weekend getting several projects finished up! James actually went with Mama from Albany to her her house on Thursday evening so Eddie and I had a long weekend without him. I love him and miss him when he's gone, but it was SUCH a help to have him spend time with Poppy, Cacky, Grandmama, AND Granddaddy this weekend! The break was nice and he thoroughly enjoys himself. And just because he has a busier social life than we do, he's carrying on the tour of grandparents next weekend and going to Papa and YaYa's house. Whew! He's a busy boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eddie and I didn't do anything on Thursday night after I got home. It was late and I was wiped out. We watched Bridesmaids and it was HORRIBLE. It was ridiculous and not funny to us at all. And we don't mind trash! We liked the first Hangover. This one just pushed the limits of what should've been funny and it didn't work. Don't waste your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Friday I spent the morning pulling things out of the nursery that don't belong in there. We'd made that the catch-all room over Christmas and it was WAY out of control. After I pulled everything out it was time for me to go and get my haircut. That took all afternoon! After I left there I ran by TJMaxx to see if there was ANY baby bedding, etc. (No luck.) And then Eddie and I had mexican for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We came home and began the fun task of pulling everything out of the nursery closet and organizing what to keep, trash, give away, and what needed to be washed. That took a pretty good long time. We stayed up past midnight organizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As we went to bed I started feeling yucky. I've stayed pretty nauseated throughout this pregnancy so I thought maybe that was it. The longer I laid in bed, the worse I felt. I actually made Eddie get up and get me a phenergen and some water. I think I was pretty sick for about an hour before I finally fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because of the effects of that medicine, I slept until almost 10 on Saturday morning. I woke up feeling a LOT better and we accomplished a LOT on Saturday. Eddie moved James' curtains from the nursery to his big boy room, he hung curtains in the kitchen, and I must've done 1,000 loads of laundry and put them all away. I also worked on our bedroom which is typically the most neglected room in our house. We worked and worked and worked. There are several things we didn't get to - getting baby clothes out of the attic, putting the Christmas remnants into the attic, etc.&amp;nbsp;- but for the most part we got a LOT done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We headed out around 6:30 for dinner. I was a whiny pregnant person on Saturday night and didn't want to go anywhere that had a wait. But NOT fast food. That makes sense on Saturday, right? Ha. Fortunately, Eddie was patient with me. We wound up at Cracker Barrel (boring) but we were able to sit down immediately and it was nice to talk while we waited for our food. Afterwards, we ran a few errands and headed home. (Side story...we went to Old Navy after dinner and I was waddling through the store and a little boy caught my eye. He was alone so I had my eye on him as I looked around for a parent. I finally saw his dad round the corner and the dad looked at me and laughingly said, "Are you ready for that?" I told him I already had one so I was aware but since that child wasn't much older than a year I almost asked him if &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was ready for what's heading &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; way in the next few months. Ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After dinner we came home and watched The Help. Eddie had resisted watching it but said he really enjoyed it. I think he was worried it was too chick-flicky. Not so, my friend! If you haven't seen it - this is a winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday morning we got up and went to church for the first time since the beginning of December! I struggled to make it through church and we didn't stay for Sunday School. I have definitely hit the uncomfortable stage of pregnancy. Sitting for long periods of time isn't fun for me. (Short waist = no room for baby to move around! I need to be able to stand and lay down and stretch out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After lunch, naps, a little tv, and some picking up, James came back home yesterday afternoon. He wasn't &lt;em&gt;thrilled &lt;/em&gt;to be back home, but he's here. He was a grumpy grump last night and this morning but we've worked through some of that. He's worn big boy underwear since he first got up this morning and has only had one accident today. Unfortunately, it was a BIG accident - one that required a bath. He's in his bed now and is supposed to be sleeping but I'm watching him play. Guess I'll have to go in his room and reiterate what "nap" means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-3445692183650905492?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/3445692183650905492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=3445692183650905492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3445692183650905492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3445692183650905492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-5586837712861396156</id><published>2012-01-06T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:50:27.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>December Books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My friend Bridgett especially looks forward to these posts each month so I read as many books as I could just for her. HA! Not! Feel free to skip, Bird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I read a TON in the month of December. Apparently I, too, was on Christmas break. It is insane how much reading I did. I think it was a combination of resting while James was napping, being in the car a few times, and taking a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of baths at night. Needless to say, I'm betting this will be the last month for a while that I get a lot of good reading in! (I also started a lot of these in previous months and just got around to actually finishing them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Soloist&lt;/u&gt; by Steve Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I LOVED this one. Maybe you've heard of it or seen the movie, but I totally missed it when it first came out. It's a true story about a homeless man who is battling schizophrenia. His illness became very apparent in his twenties and caused him to fall off the map with family and friends. He's discovered by a journalist in L.A. who is intrigued because he (Nathaniel) plays a violin on the corner every day. The journalist (Steve) begins writing columns about him and develops a friendship with him. He realizes there must be a story behind a homeless musician and finds out that he was once a student at Juliard. Awesome, awesome story about this man. Can't wait to rent the movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bringing Up Boys&lt;/u&gt; by Dr. James Dobson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am certain this is one of those books that I'll refer back to 1,000 times. I have talked and talked about this book with people around me. He gives such great wisdom on raising boys. It was fantastic! And helpful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Thousand Gifts&lt;/u&gt; by Ann Voskamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'll be honest here. I didn't &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; this book. I love the idea behind it - finding things to give thanks for in &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; circumstances - but her writing grated on my nerves just a bit. I think that she's a blogger and she wrote in a less formal way and that, for me, was difficult to get through. I WILL be applying it to my life, and I DO recommend it, and I have friends that have LOVED it...I was just&amp;nbsp;a bit put off by the writing style, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/u&gt; by Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Whew! I'm done! :) I needed to mark a classic off my list and I've been working on this one for.e.ver. I liked it, but it was lonnnnng and slow. I know, I know...my English teacher friends are shaking their heads at me. Can't wait to rent the movie now! (It really was a great story!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Official Guide to Christmas in the South: Or, If You Can't Fry it, Spray Paint it Gold&lt;/u&gt; by David C. Barnette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This was a stocking stuffer from Mom at Christmas this year and I read through it pretty quickly. It was cute and if you're from the south it will make you laugh. If you're not from the south it will leave you going, "Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 Days to Christmas 2011&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Jennifer Tankersley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This book started way back in October and gave a daily task to get prepared for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I really liked this book because it was such a quick read and had cute ideas, but I didn't do nearly everything it recommended. I didn't do much entertaining, I did no cooking, and I did no baking. It is one that I'll probably use in years to come, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm working on a few more for the month of January. I have a Book Club pick to finish, a book for some spiritual guidance, and a few parenting (having a baby who SLEEPS) books in the next few weeks. Then I'm sure I'll slack off for a while. I did read a lot when James was born...but I'm not sure I'll be able to do that with a newborn AND a toddler this time around. I'll probably be doing great just to get a shower in a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-5586837712861396156?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/5586837712861396156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=5586837712861396156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5586837712861396156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5586837712861396156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/december-books.html' title='December Books...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-1067004486228606766</id><published>2012-01-06T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:36:45.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...34 Weeks (And a Nursery Update!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcONX6eLBoo/TwcgalRvQ4I/AAAAAAAAFSY/R5_ImkBgE7Q/s1600/34wks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcONX6eLBoo/TwcgalRvQ4I/AAAAAAAAFSY/R5_ImkBgE7Q/s640/34wks.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;34 Weeks, 2 Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Can you tell how high he is? He is no longer low, low, low like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I had a REAL doctor's appointment yesterday. I saw a FOR REAL doctor. Not my doctor, mind you, but &lt;em&gt;a &lt;/em&gt;doctor! Ha! He said my EKG looked fantastic. I have no heart problems that they could see. What a relief! Would you like to know what he thinks my problem is? The fact that the baby is all up in my ribs (see picture above) mixed in with a lot of heartburn and reflux. Did you know that can cause nausea? Hmm. I think it's probably a combination of that and the baby getting on that vagus/vagal (?) nerve. He's just running out of room and wearing my body out. Hopefully he'll stay put for at least three more weeks, though! I measured at 33.5 cm (from the bottom to the top of my belly - it's supposed to align with the number of weeks gestationally). A teeny bit small, but not much. In two weeks I'll go back for my 36 week visit (and then every week after that) and they'll check my progress then. Hopefully I'll see my real doctor one of these days. The great news yesterday is that he's flipped and is head down, butt up. I was excited about that until I realized at 11:30 last night he was transverse - butt on one side, head on the other side of my stomach. Apparently he still has some flipping room. Mrs. Bobby (who delivered Eddie breech) says not to worry too much about beforehand position - Eddie was apparently head-down just days before he was born. Oh well. Hopefully he'll be right where he needs to be when the time comes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: He still weighs between 4.2 pounds and 5.8 pounds and measures anywhere from 17.2 to 18.7 inches. I have felt all along like he might be smaller than James (he’s measured smaller, James measured a little bigger), but maybe that’s just wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +10 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m reaching the time we’re I’m outgrowing my maternity clothes. The mediums are too short, the larges are all too baggy. I just wear yoga pants at home anyway, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! He’s running out of room so no more jabs, kicks, and punches, but he’s still rolling all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I don’t have any real cravings. I’ve wanted lots and lots and lots of water lately. Diet Coke tastes bad (that’s a good thing, huh?) most of the time, but I like anything that’s a clear soda – Sprite, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I was so uncomfortable last night. I know it’s because I was up all day long but I felt terrible. I feel like I have restless leg syndrome at night these days. I can’t breathe. Sciatica has kicked in (thankfully much, much later than with James!). Someone feels like they start break dancing at 11:30 every single night. It’s hilarious how on schedule he is already! We’re going to have to work on those days and nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: SO hard to fall asleep these days. I toss and turn (which isn’t easy) and huff and puff until I finally wear myself out. I’m usually up until 1 or 2 AM. No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Bending over without hurting myself. Tying my shoes on top instead of the side (HA!). Breathing normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: We had a great New Year’s Eve and a fun time watching UGA’s bowl game with friends on Monday. And James is back in school so he’s excited about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So the nursery update...Mom and I went to Albany again yesterday to look at fabric for this boy's room. I cannot find ANYTHING that I want. NOTHING. Yesterday was the same old story. I would find fabrics I liked, but nothing I loved. So I've been looking online for alternative ideas. I found something today from Pottery Barn Kids - which, of course, is sold out. SO...I'm improvising and ordering a duvet cover in the same pattern to see if Leta (Sonny's sister) can work with that. We'll see. Worst case scenario is I have to send it back. But this nursery needs &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; in it! It's pitiful and empty! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-1067004486228606766?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/1067004486228606766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=1067004486228606766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1067004486228606766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1067004486228606766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-brother34-weeks-and-nursery-update.html' title='Baby Brother...34 Weeks (And a Nursery Update!)'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcONX6eLBoo/TwcgalRvQ4I/AAAAAAAAFSY/R5_ImkBgE7Q/s72-c/34wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2231385066714144766</id><published>2012-01-04T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:53:20.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>A Few Goals for 2012...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Because we're expecting Baby Brother sometime in the next six weeks, I feel like my ultimate goal should be to &lt;strong&gt;survive&lt;/strong&gt; the year with two children two and under. Just survive! And maybe take a shower a few times a week. Ha! Other bloggers have been really big on their word for the year so I guess I'll join the crowd and say my word is survive. But I also feel like I should have a few bigger goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Obviously, I'm still working on my 101 in 1001. This entire year will fall under those 1001 days. I think it ends sometime during the summer of 2013. So I'll be working on all of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eddie and I have decided to make some eating and exercising changes in March (giving myself a few weeks to recover and get out of the first few weeks of what Eddie calls the "Baby Haze"). I'd like to lose some baby, baby weight. :) And we'd probably be less tired and feel better if we actually quit eating so much junk and exercised a good bit more than we do now. I don't need to lose weight so much as tone up what weight I'm carrying around. 10-15 pounds of weight loss would be nice, but won't look good if that's all I do. I'm going to work on getting back into Couch to 5K and The Shred by myself every day and Eddie is hopeful we can start a routine on the Total Gym that just takes up space in the garage for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'd like to try to start back on the Bible verse memorization train. I started that last year and lasted a few months before just becoming a major slacker about it. Two verses a month. I think I need it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I really would like to see my Willow House business take off this year! I'm really pleased and excited with the company, I enjoyed doing parties to get myself out of the house on occasion, and it would be nice to help contribute (just a bit) around here. I have some big goals after April 1st for Willow House. Hopefully it will all pan out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'd love to take more time for my marriage. Eddie and I often seem to just float by one another. Mothering and fathering takes a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of time and energy and by the end of the day we're just wiped out. We need to spend more time together, even if it's not getting out of the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am hopeful that I can really dig my heals into becoming a Proverbs 31 wife. I've been a complete wife slacker since I've been pregnant. Eddie has been a champ and has picked up a lot of my slack, but that's not fair. It certainly won't be fair after this baby is born. We need a routine and we need some order in this house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I also want to be a better mama for my boys. James is really reaching an age where he's soaking in everything and learning a ton and I need to take advantage of that. He's wild, but he's fun and he really, really, really needs a lot more activities during the day that will help him learn and grow. Bless his heart, we've watched a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of television since June and the sickies began. Hopefully I'll feel&amp;nbsp;a lot better soon and we'll be able to focus more on schooling him in&amp;nbsp;a fun way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I need to work on being a better friend. I have just fallen off the face of the earth in a lot of my friendships and that's not great. I miss talking to a lot of my girls and I need to work on that as well. Friendships are so important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Our family needs to really make an effort to put God first. It is crazy how much James picks up and is learning from us and we really need to make a better effort to put Jesus first so he'll pick up on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; instead of worldly trash. We have such a responsibility with our boys and I don't want to drop the ball - especially where it comes to our faith in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to make a big effort in all of these goals for 2012. I think they're all doable and obtainable. And very worthwhile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2231385066714144766?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2231385066714144766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2231385066714144766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2231385066714144766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2231385066714144766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-goals-for-2012.html' title='A Few Goals for 2012...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-4162542770264067188</id><published>2012-01-03T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:36:18.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>2011 in Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just for Eddie, I decided to join the crowd and recap our year. (I'm not sure the links will show up on the blog, but if you hover over them, you'll be taken to the blog post!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In January, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/01/poor-poor-pitiful-thing.html"&gt;we went to James' first ever sick visit at the pediatrician&lt;/a&gt;. I'd debated about whether to take him in and I am so glad that I did because it turned out that he had RSV and Croup. Poor baby was pitiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Also in January, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365_21.html"&gt;Mom, Anna, and I went to see Beauty and the Beast at the Fox, we started wedding dress shopping for Anna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-january-22-28.html"&gt;James spent the day with Cacky and Poppy and visited MaMa at the nursing home&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-storm.html"&gt;we had an ice storm at our house&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/01/project-365-january-22-28.html"&gt;Baby Samantha was born and visited us a week later!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In February, I left James overnight for the first time ever. &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-update_21.html"&gt;Eddie and I took a trip to Atlanta to do some furniture shopping and Cacky and Poppy came to our house to spend the night with him.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-ties.html"&gt;We also had a visit from Melly and Bobby and Aunt Melly brought James a really special quilt that she and Cousin Paddy made for James!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In March, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-updateanimals.html"&gt;we spent a day at Zoo Atlanta with Papa and YaYa&lt;/a&gt;. James also had his first haircut. &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-week-weekend-in-lots-of-pictures.html"&gt;We went to the beach with Cacky for a few days and he LOVED the water.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-in-few-pictures.html"&gt;We had a visit from Sarah Beth Guest and her mama.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-week.html"&gt;James had his first haircut from Daddy.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-101-in-1001.html"&gt;At the end of March we lost MaMa very suddenly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-week.html"&gt;At the beginning of April I got a NEW CAR.&lt;/a&gt; I still love it so much! &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-week-in-pictures.html"&gt;We had a storm that knocked down one of our three bradford pear trees and I'm still pretty sad about it.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/04/past-few-days-in-pictures.html"&gt;We went strawberry picking with friends from Tifton. James saw the Easter Bunny for the first time and HATED him.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html"&gt;We also had an egg hunt at the church.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekend-update.html"&gt;At the end of April (or the beginning of May?) we had a makeup baby shower for Baby Samantha since we'd had to cancel one in the fall.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In May&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-weekend-part-one-thursday.html"&gt; Anna and&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/05/wedding-weekend-part-two.html"&gt;Lance got married!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/05/were-nuts.html"&gt;We also had allergic reaction #1 to who-knows-what.&lt;/a&gt; (Hopefully we'll know in two weeks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In June, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-update.html"&gt;James went to Lake Keowee with the Smith family.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-weve-been-up-to.html"&gt;We also had Anna's engagement party and Eddie and I went to St. Simons Island for a few days.&lt;/a&gt; AND we found out we were having another baby, even though&amp;nbsp;I didn't blog&amp;nbsp;about it until August.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In July, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html"&gt;we went to the lake for the 4th.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also celebrated our 3rd anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In August, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html"&gt;my baby boy started SCHOOL.&lt;/a&gt; Holy cow! &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-about-baby-2.html"&gt;We announced our baby news&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-little-valentine.html"&gt;on the blog.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the very end of August &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-a16-weeks.html"&gt;we found out we'd be having another boy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;At the beginning of September, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/09/st-augustine-labor-day-weekend.html"&gt;we went on a trip to Palm Coast for the week.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In October, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-update.html"&gt;James ran in his first 5K and Eddie and I moved James from a baby room to a big boy room!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/10/zoo-pumpkin-patch-and-other-happenings.html"&gt;We also took a really fun day-trip to Chehaw and the pumpkin patch with the Trains.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/10/meeska-mooska-mickey-mouse-party.html"&gt;James turned two and we had a Mickey Mouse party!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-week.html"&gt;We had a GREAT time with all of the Halloween festivities!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In November, &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-recap.html"&gt;we celebrated Thanksgiving in Atlanta this year.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;December brought &lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html"&gt;our elf, George and we visited Santa!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-update-christmas-edition.html"&gt;We kept some of our traditions and added in new ones!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't wait to see what 2012 has in store for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-4162542770264067188?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/4162542770264067188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=4162542770264067188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4162542770264067188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4162542770264067188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-in-review.html' title='2011 in Review...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2556885392151416386</id><published>2012-01-02T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:09:23.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update...New Year's Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Happy 2012! Can you believe it? I feel like time is just FLYING by these days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had such a fun weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Friday night after Eddie got home (and after we'd spent the day with Cacky and going to get my heart checked out) we made plans to go out to dinner and run a few errands. I started feeling yucky not long after we'd been in the car so "errands" turned into "errand" and we wound up driving through Zaxby's to get the boys something to eat for dinner. I passed out in our bed and slept until after James was asleep for the night. I hate feeling yucky but I know it has to just be pregnancy. I am so thankful for anti-nausea medicine this time around. With James I took NO medicine but this time around I've really depended on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday morning we started tackling the undecorating of the Christmas decorations. Whew! What a process. It's definitely not nearly as much fun as putting decorations up! Eddie firmly believes in having everything put away before the new year and typically we're pretty good about it. Not so much this year. The only thing left out is our Christmas tree...but everything else is piled in the dining room waiting for me to put it into boxes and back into the attic. I didn't want to just rush through and throw everything in helter skelter so I didn't. Hopefully that task will be completed by the end of the day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday evening some friends of ours, &lt;a href="http://www.talkofthetrains.com/"&gt;Lauren and her little family&lt;/a&gt;, came over to ring in the new year with us. We had a hodge podge dinner of chicken nuggets and appetizers and the littles ran around and enjoyed playing together. James was SO excited that AMT was going to be joining us. He talked about having her over all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Trains brought their Pack 'N Play and put AMT in the extra bedroom and she and James both went to bed around 10pm. We woke Eddie up in James' room a little bit later and enjoyed talking and hanging out. We'd planned to play some games but never actually got around to it. Strangely enough, we were watching the ESPN motorcycle jump (or whatever...) and Lauren's husband, CT3, looked at his watch and said, "Oh! It's 12:02!" Ha! We totally missed the new year! And not from sleeping through it! We flipped over to ABC where they were airing the ball drop and hoped for a replay. THEN, when we flipped back to ESPN, we'd missed the motorcycle jump! Ha! I felt like we needed a New Year's Eve re-do! Obviously, we were having a great time! We drank "champange" (sparkling cider) and enjoyed some more visiting. James woke up around 1am and joined in the fun and the Trains headed home around 1:45. Thankfully, James went right back to sleep in his bed and we weren't up all night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*** Lauren has pictures and I'll add them as soon as I can steal them from her. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Sunday we had "Special Secret Visitors," come to our house. I knew if I told James that Papa and YaYa were coming he would bounce off the walls so we kept their identities top secret until they arrived. We had lunch with them at Longhorn and enjoyed an afternoon of playing at the house. James is always thrilled to show off for grandparents! They even "played" a few games of Candyland with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IUc-SXOsHc/TwJrrfjclTI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/n33suakeSgY/s1600/IMG_6924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IUc-SXOsHc/TwJrrfjclTI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/n33suakeSgY/s640/IMG_6924.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today was still part of our weekend as Eddie had the day off from work. We had friends over for lunch (I was fancy - we got Pizza Hut!) and to watch Georgia's bowl game. I think I was the unlucky person. I hardly watched any of it and the parts that I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; pay attention were the times we didn't do so hot. We lost. :( Oh well. We had a great time visiting with Spencer, Andrea, and their son, Reed. Reed is exactly two years and 3.5 months older than James so it's fun to watch them. James will be that much older than Baby Brother if he stays put until right around his due date. We kept looking at them and thinking that that will be us in two years! There's obviously a big difference between them, but they played together well! I can't wait to meet our new boy! (I mean, I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; wait 6 more weeks. But I'm excited!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had a fun weekend! James is back to school this week and hopefully life will resume some normalcy. Ha! I have lots and lots of nesting to do. I'd like to get lots of things in my house organized, put away, or thrown away before our new family member makes his appearance. I'm feeling a little better about not having his nursery done just yet, but I would like to have the ball rolling on it before he's here. I'm going to try to convince my mama to go fabric shopping with me again on Thursday or Friday of this week. Hopefully I'll just get some decisions made! Then I can sit back and wait for things to be completed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2556885392151416386?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2556885392151416386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2556885392151416386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2556885392151416386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2556885392151416386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-updatenew-years-edition.html' title='Weekend Update...New Year&apos;s Edition'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IUc-SXOsHc/TwJrrfjclTI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/n33suakeSgY/s72-c/IMG_6924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-1098713765870306928</id><published>2011-12-31T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:18:12.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>Farewell, 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Last night we were watching television and a recap of 2011, the E! version, came on tv. Eddie, who was already in a pretty grumpy mood since I made him stay up until MIDNIGHT to help me nest, looked at me and said, "I am so SICK of seeing stupid 2011 recaps! It is ridiculous. Why do we need to see this? WE WERE THERE!" Ha! I looked at him, tried not to laugh, and said, "So I shouldn't recap on my blog? Because I was thinking of doing that?" I'll let you just guess what his answer was. HOWEVER, I'll be recapping despite his curmudgeon attitude...it just won't be on the last day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am in the midst of a nesting frenzy. FRENZY, my friends. I am hoping that the norm for me (it looks worse before it looks better) holds true for me because the current state of things is mass chaos. We have a few friends coming over to ring in the New Year with us (James' girlfriend, Anne Margaret and her mama and daddy) and if they weren't such good friends I would be horribly embarrassed to let them in the front door. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have her sign a waiver saying that any pictures of my house that wind up on her blog better go through some major editing to get rid of all the nastiness. We're also having a visit from Papa and YaYa tomorrow and that applies to them as well. Not the blogging and picture taking, but certainly they're not even allowed to THINK about how messy my house is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If ever you are able to PLAN when you have a child, do not try to have that child in the months of November-February. Just from experience, it totally changes how much fun it is to decorate for Christmas because they whole time you'll be saying to yourself "I'll be THIRTY-FOUR weeks pregnant when I'm picking all of this up! Grr!" I mean, that's just what I've heard. I'm totally pleasant to be around and not at ALL grumpy right now. :) Just call me Susie Sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I skipped out on blogging yesterday because I wound up having to have an emergency trip to the doctor's office. Baby Brother doesn't &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt; to be trying to escape just yet, but he is wreaking havoc on my body. In the middle of the night Wednesday night my heart began to race and I couldn't breathe. I laid in bed for two hours trying to decide whether to wake Eddie up or not so that we could make a quick trip to the women's center. I decided not to and I finally fell asleep sometime after 2:30. I called and got an appointment to see the doctor (who apparently no longer works at my obgyn...I have seen hide nor hair of a doctor in WEEKS) and we went yesterday just to be checked out quickly. She (the midwife) ordered an EKG at the hospital. We're hoping that what happened is that Baby Brother got snuggled up on my vagus nerve, thus resulting in a "fight or flight" stimulation for my body. We do, however, want to rule out an underlying cardiac issue. I'm sure that my normal reaction to scary situations (read: PANIC) didn't help anything when it occured. All seems to be well, though! Don't worry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Alright, all this was to say HAPPY NEW YEAR! We'll see you in 2012! I'll recap (just for Eddie - in case he doesn't remember what happened!) on Tuesday of next week. Look for an update on my pregnant body and Baby Brother on Thursday after our doctor's (ha! midwife's!) appointment. Hopefully he'll stay warm and cozy over the next few weeks...but off of that nerve. Okay, I must get back to the CLEANING! and ORGANIZING! of EVERY! NOOK! CRANNY!&amp;nbsp;and CABINET or DRAWER! IN! MY! HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We're praying for blessings in your home in the coming year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-1098713765870306928?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/1098713765870306928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=1098713765870306928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1098713765870306928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1098713765870306928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/farewell-2011.html' title='Farewell, 2011!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-5810206574975640301</id><published>2011-12-29T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:34:23.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Crafts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now that Christmas is winding down and we're packing up all of our decorations, I thought I better include the two cute things that James and I did while he was out of school! My intention is to add a little bit more to this - probably Rudolph lyrics to the reindeer one and something else to the Christmas tree - but in case time gets away from me I didn't want to post these in mid-January! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;These were really fun to make. James almost couldn't stand the paint going on his feet. I put it on with a paintbrush instead of just dipping them on a plate with paint and he was DYING from the tickling. Ha! Poor little man has HIGH arches like his mama. I tried and tried to push those feet down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpUhtNo7or0/TvzOrwg8W3I/AAAAAAAAFR8/mGZUHpc6CmY/s1600/reindeer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpUhtNo7or0/TvzOrwg8W3I/AAAAAAAAFR8/mGZUHpc6CmY/s640/reindeer.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJsnrVwnzhw/TvzOv1vxM3I/AAAAAAAAFSE/CK0hMpNatsE/s1600/tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJsnrVwnzhw/TvzOv1vxM3I/AAAAAAAAFSE/CK0hMpNatsE/s640/tree.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-5810206574975640301?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/5810206574975640301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=5810206574975640301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5810206574975640301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5810206574975640301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-crafts.html' title='Christmas Crafts...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpUhtNo7or0/TvzOrwg8W3I/AAAAAAAAFR8/mGZUHpc6CmY/s72-c/reindeer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-163579323018708673</id><published>2011-12-28T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:50:32.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe of the Week'/><title type='text'>Christmas Morning Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;These are the two simplest recipes in the world, but in case you've never made them, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monkey Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4 cans refrigerator biscuits (I got the small cans that came in a four pack)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 tbsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut biscuits into four pieces and place in a Ziplock bag.&lt;br /&gt;2. Place cinnamon and white sugar into the bag and shake until biscuits are covered.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place pieces in a greased tube pan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring brown sugar and butter to a boil. (I just melted them together in the microwave.) Pour over top of biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake at 350* for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hashbrown Casserole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 2-lb. bag of hashbrowns&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Corn Flakes, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup finely chopped onion (my onion got left behind at the grocery store so I used minced onion and it was fine!)&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter (save 1/4 cup of butter for end step)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 pint sour cream (Anna made it recently and substituted Greek yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;salt/pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix soup, cheese, onion, salt and pepper, sour cream, and melted butter.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pour potatoes into ﻿a large casserole dish and top with soup mixture. Add crushed Corn Flakes on top. Drizzle 1/4 cup melted butter over flakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3. Bake at 350* for one hour, uncovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-163579323018708673?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/163579323018708673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=163579323018708673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/163579323018708673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/163579323018708673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-morning-recipes.html' title='Christmas Morning Recipes'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7703567074014748359</id><published>2011-12-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:55:14.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...33 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhD2VxVkyNw/Tvp2zL_KlFI/AAAAAAAAFRI/Zn5yDC2nWoU/s1600/33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhD2VxVkyNw/Tvp2zL_KlFI/AAAAAAAAFRI/Zn5yDC2nWoU/s400/33.JPG" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's okay if you think I look exhausted and in need of concealer. I am and I do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: A honeydew! (I feel like I’m carrying one!) He weighs between 4.2 and 5.8 pounds and measures 17.2 to 18.7 inches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +8-9 pounds (I forgot to weigh but it's somewhere around there. Wonder if we're going to have a smaller baby this time? I'd gained 19 by now with James and he was 8.2.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m in them! I’m out of most everything else, save sweaters that are open in the front. I wound up having to order two more dresses last week to make it through the next two months. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes, but I can tell he’s slowing down a little bit. He must be running out of room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I’m back to feeling a little puny about food. Nothing sounds good to me anymore. My favorite thing right now is a Brown Sugar Cinnamon PopTart with peanut butter. Healthy, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I’m waking up with leg cramps, I have to potty all the time, my back and lower tummy are sore and achy. I have officially hit the uncomfortable stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: It’s taking me a lot longer to fall asleep now. And usually I wake up a few times in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Deli meat. And blue cheese. And yes, I know it’s okay to eat pasteurized blue cheese, but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it yet. (I also know that to miss blue cheese is WEIRD but my favorite restaurant salads have it on there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7703567074014748359?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7703567074014748359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7703567074014748359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7703567074014748359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7703567074014748359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-brother33-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...33 Weeks!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhD2VxVkyNw/Tvp2zL_KlFI/AAAAAAAAFRI/Zn5yDC2nWoU/s72-c/33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-593222714676433416</id><published>2011-12-26T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:11:57.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update: Christmas Edition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone! I know it's a day late but I stayed far away from the computer yesterday! We had a different Christmas this year but lots of fun anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Typically, we see EVERYONE at Christmas. We have generally gone between Tifton and Roswell for our Christmas break. It's really, really fun but really, really exhausting and now that we have a child old enough to sort of "get it," we made the executive decision to travel before Christmas this year and be at our own home &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; Christmas. We realize this isn't for everyone, but it's what made sense this year and will probably make sense for us for the next few years with small children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Friday afternoon we loaded up to head to Tifton. We had several things to do in Tifton so we decided to drive down for the day. We stopped by the Perry's to pick up a few baby items - a bassinet being one thing - and to visit with them since we hadn't seen Nurse Shelley since James' birthday party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We went to Mama's after stopping by the Perry's and had a visit with Lib! We were so excited to see her! We couldn't remember if it was February or May when we last saw her, but it's been too long either way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That evening I had my annual high school girls' Christmas Party at the Bowers' house. We thought it was our tenth year but turned out to be the ELEVENTH year. How did that happen? We SO enjoy going to it each Christmas. I have the best time visiting because a lot of the people that come I only see there! It's so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UCem5JHJAw/Tvim3JMd1dI/AAAAAAAAFN0/Okaa-TLu5kw/s1600/DSC_0506-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UCem5JHJAw/Tvim3JMd1dI/AAAAAAAAFN0/Okaa-TLu5kw/s400/DSC_0506-1.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When I picked Eddie up at his mama and daddy's house after the party he and James were both asleep. Apparently, they'd had a lot of fun hanging out with Grandmama and Granddaddy! We got home around midnight and James never woke up - HALLELUJAH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday was spent running lots and lots of errands and getting last minute Christmas stuff done. I had all of my shopping done but I needed to get a few stocking stuffers for Eddie. My husband was sweet enough (and brave enough!) to go to Publix for me on Christmas Eve afternoon. AND he took James with him. I think he deserves an award! They ran a few gift-buying errands, too, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James and I had a fun afternoon activity while Daddy was making hamburgers for lunch. He and I decided that if Santa gets cookies, the reindeer should have something, too! So we whipped up some reindeer food. (This was a great distraction for him. He was having a HORRIBLE day and we needed something to stop the whining and fit pitching. We are going through a really, really rough stage at home right now. I am almost 100% certain it is the storm-before-the-storm because there's been a LOT of talk about Baby Brother lately. He's fine when he's with other people, but he is NOT fine for me. He's having a really hard time understanding that he &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; mind me or there are consequences. I hate the consequences as much as he does.) The Reindeer Food recipe is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMyUewS8Z0s/TvjT_OmjenI/AAAAAAAAFOA/49uZ3Y042-E/s1600/ReindeerFood1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMyUewS8Z0s/TvjT_OmjenI/AAAAAAAAFOA/49uZ3Y042-E/s640/ReindeerFood1.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 1: Hand toddler a bowl and spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xcEJJP63BA/TvjUBzB4KaI/AAAAAAAAFOI/JOTEAxGKx3o/s1600/ReindeerFood2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xcEJJP63BA/TvjUBzB4KaI/AAAAAAAAFOI/JOTEAxGKx3o/s640/ReindeerFood2.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 2: Make him pose for the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCkYHB6Bj0/TvjUR2nWK9I/AAAAAAAAFOo/K0EvWLDe6lg/s1600/ReindeerFood6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCkYHB6Bj0/TvjUR2nWK9I/AAAAAAAAFOo/K0EvWLDe6lg/s640/ReindeerFood6.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 3: Add oatmeal and cranberries to the bowl and have him stir, stir, stir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKGD4wz-72o/TvjUmNdOPjI/AAAAAAAAFO8/vd862MtW7pU/s1600/ReindeerFood3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKGD4wz-72o/TvjUmNdOPjI/AAAAAAAAFO8/vd862MtW7pU/s640/ReindeerFood3.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 4: Add one tablespoon of sugar. Reindeer LOVE sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMdxkI6UlLA/TvjUv-X40SI/AAAAAAAAFPM/g9w_OgF8zP8/s1600/ReindeerFood5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMdxkI6UlLA/TvjUv-X40SI/AAAAAAAAFPM/g9w_OgF8zP8/s640/ReindeerFood5.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 5: Walk outside and pick your sprinkling place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uk6Klw41kb0/TvjU2Pr4XvI/AAAAAAAAFPU/zM7A9VRNWfc/s1600/ReindeerFood4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uk6Klw41kb0/TvjU2Pr4XvI/AAAAAAAAFPU/zM7A9VRNWfc/s640/ReindeerFood4.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 6: If you're two years old, sprinkling means DUMP IT EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89s8T0pLpDk/TvjU5MmnuwI/AAAAAAAAFPc/GzgK3Jb7kNo/s1600/JamesChristmasEve.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89s8T0pLpDk/TvjU5MmnuwI/AAAAAAAAFPc/GzgK3Jb7kNo/s640/JamesChristmasEve.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Step 7: Get excited 'cause ("TANTA TOMIN' TONIGHT!") SANTA COMES TONIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We planned to go to the 6:00 Christmas Eve service but everyone laid down for a nap and slept until it would've been time to leave. Whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After James' bath we put on jammies and made Christmas cookies for Santa! He had the BEST time doing this. He was so excited about Santa coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhZgoPysgnE/Tvj1JfraCII/AAAAAAAAFPo/FmSZysUYHtY/s1600/IMG_6894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhZgoPysgnE/Tvj1JfraCII/AAAAAAAAFPo/FmSZysUYHtY/s640/IMG_6894.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Soon after putting the cookies out, two Christmas Miracles occurred: 1. James fell asleep without complaint, and 2. Eddie did NOT fall asleep in the bed with James and I didn't have to wake him up an hour later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Santa and Mrs. Claus worked &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; on putting toys together and watching Christmas Vacation. They have learned that there is a need to put toys together ahead of time. I think this must be something that all parents learn as they go along. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I got up at 6:15 to get breakfast in the oven so that we could see what Santa brought, eat, and get ready for church at a decent time. I made two things this year for our breakfast - monkey bread and hashbrown casserole. I'll post both recipes later in the week because they were GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIOwOzkrdrE/Tvj61tjcTTI/AAAAAAAAFP0/83LU9-P6-OM/s1600/ChristmasBreakfast1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIOwOzkrdrE/Tvj61tjcTTI/AAAAAAAAFP0/83LU9-P6-OM/s640/ChristmasBreakfast1.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CntOv8gIWJI/Tvj651ocbJI/AAAAAAAAFP8/RFiUW5rVXos/s1600/ChristmasBreakfast2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CntOv8gIWJI/Tvj651ocbJI/AAAAAAAAFP8/RFiUW5rVXos/s640/ChristmasBreakfast2.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With all of the noise in the kitchen, the boys woke up as well. James had gotten in the bed with us earlier so after a quick diaper change both guys were ready to see what Santa brought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/plq-KBG7yhQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James racked up on the loot this year. He has enjoyed &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; everything that Santa brought him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGLQIMd3fx8/Tvj8FQSvHnI/AAAAAAAAFQI/LTuiPKFiFZw/s1600/IMG_6899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGLQIMd3fx8/Tvj8FQSvHnI/AAAAAAAAFQI/LTuiPKFiFZw/s640/IMG_6899.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A Magna Doodle (BIG hit!), a tee, bat, baseball, basketball, and football, a GRILL (the biggest hit!), a doctor's kit, Elmo costume (the flop - he asked and asked for this for Halloween this year so I got it on clearance and he says, "It tary!" (It's scary!), the Uno farm game, a cow puzzle, Dumbo, and The Lion King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbJjOMtVOkk/Tvj8Letb8JI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/S1LVvjLh9UY/s1600/IMG_6900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbJjOMtVOkk/Tvj8Letb8JI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/S1LVvjLh9UY/s640/IMG_6900.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW1xTpW4I_w/Tvj8O1yNhzI/AAAAAAAAFQY/9m-6GF3cnIg/s1600/IMG_6901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW1xTpW4I_w/Tvj8O1yNhzI/AAAAAAAAFQY/9m-6GF3cnIg/s640/IMG_6901.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiESbMLtJwc/Tvj8TOeYuQI/AAAAAAAAFQg/YSzOw-LXQWQ/s1600/IMG_6902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiESbMLtJwc/Tvj8TOeYuQI/AAAAAAAAFQg/YSzOw-LXQWQ/s640/IMG_6902.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qaj1jOx7IF4/Tvj8XoOJ6TI/AAAAAAAAFQo/jGN90gK7Ca8/s1600/IMG_6908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qaj1jOx7IF4/Tvj8XoOJ6TI/AAAAAAAAFQo/jGN90gK7Ca8/s640/IMG_6908.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A little mid-morning blood pressure check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juwmUhopvUE/Tvj8clmjvaI/AAAAAAAAFQw/19_RdU3kvxM/s1600/IMG_6910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juwmUhopvUE/Tvj8clmjvaI/AAAAAAAAFQw/19_RdU3kvxM/s640/IMG_6910.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After breakfast I started feeling horrible. I'm still battling nausea if I don't eat quickly enough after getting up AND if I don't have enough protein first thing. I obviously missed both of those. I made the executive decision not to go to church feeling awful so we stayed home. We took a little break for me to lay down for a while and then we opened our presents to each other. James got some preschool DVDs, a Tag Junior, big brother books, and a few other odds and ends from us. We all enjoyed our presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After more naps we had a visit from Poppy and Cacky and Grandmama and Granddaddy! Little man was WILD about this. He ran around like a crazy person trying to show them everything. It's too bad that it rained all day because he needed to get outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QaDLPRtXfM/Tvj-eQSn6mI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/JyvrZxqDY4Y/s1600/DrJames.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QaDLPRtXfM/Tvj-eQSn6mI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/JyvrZxqDY4Y/s640/DrJames.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We enjoyed visiting before having an early supper with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James was wiped out after everyone left. He ASKED to take a bath at 6:30 when everyone was gone and then ASKED to be put to bed at 7:30. Crazy! I fell asleep while Eddie was giving James a bath and woke up at 8:30. Eddie and I had a snack and watched TV. He was asleep by 9:30 and after a bath I was in bed by 10:30. This is just way unusual behavior for all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had a great Christmas and thoroughly enjoyed everything about it! I'll share a little more later in the week! We hope you and yours were able to share Christmas with your families and enjoy celebrating Jesus' birth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-593222714676433416?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/593222714676433416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=593222714676433416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/593222714676433416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/593222714676433416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-update-christmas-edition.html' title='Weekend Update: Christmas Edition!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UCem5JHJAw/Tvim3JMd1dI/AAAAAAAAFN0/Okaa-TLu5kw/s72-c/DSC_0506-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7631588120853390417</id><published>2011-12-22T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:04:01.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas Three Days Before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have NOTHING to write about today of any importance, but I felt the need to blog today because we'll be BUSY from now until Monday so this may be the only time it gets done. Because I don't have great stories to tell, I'll make a list of things instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1. We are POTTY TRAINING at our house. For real this time. It was for real last time, but then someone had a stomach virus and I wasn't about to compete with that. So far, so good! We've done three afternoons (we've been out and about in the mornings - hope I'm not messing up by doing it this way) and he's only had one accident. He has not, however, pooped in the potty. I'm not all that concerned because he does it on his own often enough, I just want to be sure we know that in big boy underwear we cannot forget to tell mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2. I've been done with Christmas shopping for a while but a few things are still trickling in. I need to get Eddie's things wrapped up this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3. I co-hosted a Willow House/Stella &amp;amp; Dot party at my house at the beginning of December. &lt;a href="http://www.talkofthetrains.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; is a Stella &amp;amp; Dot rep now and I'm thinking I like it. (Eddie may not!) So far, I've purchased a BUNCH of new jewelry. :) It's also trickling in now for Christmas gifts from Eddie. I have to say that one of my favorite things about them is their boxes! They are so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4. I have been a reading machine this month. So far I've read four books and I'll probably finish two or three more before the end of the month. Woohoo! I guess I need to read while I can, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5. I am still so uncertain about Baby Brother's room. I want it to be so cute but I just can't decide on anything. I'm praying he'll sit tight the next 7.5 weeks so that I can get a few more things ready for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6. James and I made a Christmas craft yesterday that I'll post a picture of soon. We're going to try to do one more today. I had to paint his feet for the craft yesterday and I thought he was going to come unglued. Someone is TICKLISH! Ha! I made him count to 10 about three times just to get him to sit still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7. We ARE going to church on Christmas morning as long as there is a nursery for James. I think we'll get up, see what Santa brought, get ready for church, go to church, let James nap when we get home (Eddie and I may swap gifts then), and then finish gifts when he wakes up and before we have guests over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;8. My house is a wreck. A WRECK. I have not felt good in probably a week (until today - hallelujah!) and it is showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;9. I got my new Willow House catalogs last week. Let me know if you'd like me to mail you one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;10. I cannot believe that it is Christmas Eve Eve Eve and it's in the 70s today. YUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;11. I ordered two new dresses from Old Navy this morning. I only have one "church dress" that fits for the remaining weeks of pregnancy and I was getting tired of it. I have my fingers crossed that they fit because they are SO cute. I want them to be here today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;12. Tomorrow night is the annual high school friends' get together at Kate's house. I am so&amp;nbsp;excited! It's the TENTH year and I've never missed one. We're not spending the night but we have to go down so that I can go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;13. I'm on my potato soup kick again. It is seriously all I could eat right now. I could also be vegetarian and have been known to order off the vegetarian menu at the Mexican restaurant lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;14. I don't really have anything else worthwhile to say, but I hated to end this on #13. Merry Christmas, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7631588120853390417?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7631588120853390417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7631588120853390417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7631588120853390417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7631588120853390417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-three-days-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas Three Days Before Christmas...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2401944800082053806</id><published>2011-12-21T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:57:11.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...32 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Can you hear that? It's the sound of me hyperventilating since I've realized that I am down to 8 weeks...EIGHT WEEKS...to my due date. I've finally made a little nursery headway (I think). We may have come to an agreement on the name (maybe...). We just have to get through Christmas and putting all of the decorations away and we can focus a lot more on getting the baby stuff ready! I am excited about pulling out itty bitty clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had a doctor's appointment today and all was just fine. According to my home scale I've gained about 10 pounds, not just 8 like I recorded Monday when I wrote this. However, I blame the Christmas goodies that have taken over my kitchen. :( My blood pressure was 120/82 and Brother's heartrate was 163. I measured exactly as I should - 32 cm. We saw the nurse midwife &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; today. I'm going to have to be ugly and ask to be scheduled to see a doctor, I guess. At this point I've only seen a doctor probably half (or less!) of my eight visits. It puts Eddie in a HORRIBLE mood. I am sure they're billing me for seeing a doctor when I'm not. *Sigh* All looks great but I have to say that I felt like today was a wasted appointment, especially since a certain toddler was ugly while we were there. (And then felt the need to ask for candy when we left. No sir.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: By now, Baby Brother weights about 3.75 pounds and is about 16.7 inches long. Supposedly, I’ll be gaining about a pound a week for the next 8 weeks. That would double my weight gain! He’ll gain a third to half his birth weight during the next seven weeks. He has toenails, fingernails, and real hair. His skin is becoming soft and smooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +8 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m in them! I’m out of most everything else, save sweaters that are open in the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! Lots and lots and lots of it. He enjoys sitting right on top of my bladder all.the.time. He is still super low, although I can tell his legs have grown because I feel punches and/or kicks up almost in my ribs now. He wiggles all the time now! I can almost be guaranteed a show right when I lay down to go to bed. I woke up Saturday morning and thought he was trying to flip to a head-down position. His head was resting on my hip bone (ouch!) and his feet were at the other hip. I had my fingers crossed but when I got up and moved around his head went right back up to my ribs. Mrs. Bobby said it doesn’t make a bit of difference because Eddie was head-down just days before birth and he suddenly flipped right before he was born. He was a breech baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I’m back to feeling a little puny about food. Nothing sounds good to me anymore. My favorite thing right now is a Brown Sugar Cinnamon PopTart with peanut butter. Healthy, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I’m waking up with leg cramps, I have to potty all the time, my back and lower tummy are sore and achy. I told Eddie last night that I have officially hit the uncomfortable stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: It’s taking me a lot longer to fall asleep now. And usually I wake up a few times in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Deli meat. And blue cheese. And yes, I know it’s okay to eat pasteurized blue cheese, but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it yet. (I also know that to miss blue cheese is WEIRD but my favorite restaurant salads have it on there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: All of the Christmas activities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2401944800082053806?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2401944800082053806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2401944800082053806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2401944800082053806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2401944800082053806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-brother32-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...32 Weeks'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-3281275476513021389</id><published>2011-12-20T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:43:32.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Almost all of our cards have finally gone out! I think we have one or two that I'm waiting to get addresses, but for the most part they're either in the hands of those we sent them to or will be by this afternoon! We used &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; again this year for our Christmas cards and I have to say that I really LOVE how they turned out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We sort of rushed around to get our pictures this year. We'd had pictures made for the purpose of Christmas cards but then I couldn't ever decide what I wanted to do and I didn't own the rights to the pictures (and therefore wasn't able to really do my own thing) so we wound up not using those. Then, we had a friend take pictures and they turned out cute but James, who is in LOVE with our "photographer's" little girl, kept making silly faces at the baby in all of them. Ha! I thought we'd give it one last try after church and before Santa a few weeks ago. So I set up the tripod in the backyard, and this is what we got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqkNiMgGq3A/TvC5tX703hI/AAAAAAAAFNY/o8KleLO_5sE/s1600/vpy%253D0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqkNiMgGq3A/TvC5tX703hI/AAAAAAAAFNY/o8KleLO_5sE/s640/vpy%253D0.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPusdsft_UA/TvC5utlZPYI/AAAAAAAAFNg/B3-vaEWXig4/s1600/vpy%253D01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="406px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPusdsft_UA/TvC5utlZPYI/AAAAAAAAFNg/B3-vaEWXig4/s640/vpy%253D01.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is my second favorite Santa picture of James. He wasn't nervous at all and he really was whispering with Santa! :) Here's the bigger version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0D5_i_ZObLo/TvC6uZMXh_I/AAAAAAAAFNo/8qeGueUc5TE/s1600/IMG_6837-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0D5_i_ZObLo/TvC6uZMXh_I/AAAAAAAAFNo/8qeGueUc5TE/s640/IMG_6837-1.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-3281275476513021389?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/3281275476513021389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=3281275476513021389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3281275476513021389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3281275476513021389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqkNiMgGq3A/TvC5tX703hI/AAAAAAAAFNY/o8KleLO_5sE/s72-c/vpy%253D0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7726250115608477302</id><published>2011-12-19T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:52:22.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Christmas, Part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We had Christmas, Part 1 with Dad and Laura last weekend. This weekend, we had Christmas, Part 2 with Mom and Sonny, Mrs. Bobby and Mr. Tommy, Kelly, and again with Anna, John, and Lance. Whew! Why do the holidays seem to fly by at lightning speed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Friday night James and I stopped by to visit the &lt;a href="http://www.talkofthetrains.com/"&gt;Trains&lt;/a&gt;' on their way out of town and to make a delivery to them. "Anne Marmot" was asleep, but James visited with Champ and pulled out all of AMT's toys. When we left there it was just after six, so I called Eddie and asked him to meet us in the driveway so that we could grab dinner and make a quick Publix run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I spent several hours after dinner wrapping gifts. I actually only had a few gifts left to wrap but for some reason it took for.e.ver! Got that done, picked up the house a little bit, and Eddie got to bed around midnight. I carried on with packing and cleaning for a little longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Funny story, at around 12:30 I heard the pitter patter of little feet. I asked James what he was doing up and he told me he was "wookin' for {his} daddy." I let him snuggle with Eddie while I finished what I was doing and then tried to move him to his bed around 1:30. He woke up so I climbed in with him, but he told me he needed his daddy and just left me in his room! Stinker! Eddie climbed in bed with him and I went to sleep in our room. I'm not sure what went on between 2-5, but around 5:30 Eddie put James in our bed. He said he'd gotten up and almost stepped on him asleep in the floor. :) Sweet thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We got going Saturday morning and after what felt like forever to get showered, packed, and our stuff to the car we left to run errands around 11. (There's nothing like being an hour behind, right?) James napped almost the whole time we ran errands and then the whole way to Tifton. Thank goodness! The days when we travel and he doesn't nap are NO FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We spent the afternoon visiting grandparents in Tifton before heading to Supper Club at the Bargerons' house. I did not take the first picture, which is a shame. All the kids had a GREAT time and I am happy to report that everyone behaved and the only tears shed were over getting knocked down during a game of chase. :) They were all sweet to one another and played well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday morning we had Christmas at Mama's house first thing. We dragged out gifts for a long time until everyone started getting hungry and a few people headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Present opening was fun and breakfast was FANTASTIC. I ate too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xl4paMU4Go/Tu923p7TI9I/AAAAAAAAFMw/5CAZ9mVCkRE/s1600/IMG_6883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xl4paMU4Go/Tu923p7TI9I/AAAAAAAAFMw/5CAZ9mVCkRE/s640/IMG_6883.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Since everyone had coffee, James started calling his milk his "toffee." He'd hand out a few gifts (he was our elf) and then stop and say, "Where my toffee?" After a few sips, he'd get back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHGu85fwXMM/Tu929PXdbRI/AAAAAAAAFM4/7JRitceZCXM/s1600/IMG_6886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHGu85fwXMM/Tu929PXdbRI/AAAAAAAAFM4/7JRitceZCXM/s640/IMG_6886.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A radio flyer racer. It's sort of like a Big Wheels like we had when we were little but this thing makes all kinds of sounds! Can't wait to try it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4grb4GtKrjE/Tu93B0Z3vNI/AAAAAAAAFNA/Cn6xj3h-jYg/s1600/IMG_6888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4grb4GtKrjE/Tu93B0Z3vNI/AAAAAAAAFNA/Cn6xj3h-jYg/s640/IMG_6888.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;John got speakers for his iPod and my little music nut was OBSESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Two videos of dancing to the music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GEXxz5sZnY8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ubSwyS4nmv4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After breakfast and showers, we went to have Christmas with Eddie's family. It was also Mrs. Bobby's birthday so we had "birthday lunch" with them. Oh my word, we were STUFFED after this. But not too stuffed for birthday cake and chocolate pie, I guess. (James had NO desire to eat anything until the dessert came out. Then he was magically hungry again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Christmas with the Freshes was fun, too! James got this gift and I was SO tickled about it. Eddie told me I couldn't get him one. When I responded that HE vacuums at our house a lot of the time he told me that he wanted better for James. Ha! Little stinker! Can't argue with Grandmama and Kelly, though! James LOVES it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4ZitizTe4/Tu93F6d2vsI/AAAAAAAAFNI/C64F79tZ1tc/s1600/IMG_6889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hB4ZitizTe4/Tu93F6d2vsI/AAAAAAAAFNI/C64F79tZ1tc/s640/IMG_6889.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After all of the gift opening, James told me he was sleepy. When he admits it we know he is EXHAUSTED. Look what happened about three minutes later. He slept almost an hour being held. This NEVER happens anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbuwPCIKomI/Tu93J6Bc53I/AAAAAAAAFNQ/XDLLaAhNCHU/s1600/IMG_6891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbuwPCIKomI/Tu93J6Bc53I/AAAAAAAAFNQ/XDLLaAhNCHU/s640/IMG_6891.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We had a great "Christmas" weekend! We're so thankful that everyone was sweet enough to be flexible about when we could celebrate. We may do things differently next year, but it's worked out fine this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;More parties and gift buying this week and then the REAL Christmas next weekend! James really is starting to "get" the gifts and Santa and that it's Jesus' birthday. I can't wait for Christmas morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7726250115608477302?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7726250115608477302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7726250115608477302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7726250115608477302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7726250115608477302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-part-2.html' title='Christmas, Part 2...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xl4paMU4Go/Tu923p7TI9I/AAAAAAAAFMw/5CAZ9mVCkRE/s72-c/IMG_6883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-5131621089170478510</id><published>2011-12-17T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:30:24.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decorations 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've had my Christmas decorations out since the beginning of December and I am &lt;em&gt;just now&lt;/em&gt; getting around to actually taking pictures of them. Guess I've been a little busy with two parties at my house and a wild toddler/hurricane running through! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You're going to laugh, but I have nowhere &lt;em&gt;near&lt;/em&gt; all of my Christmas decorations out. About halfway through the decorating process my 31-week pregnant body asked me if I was crazy since my 33-week pregnant body will be packing them up. I decorated our den, dining room, and foyer,&amp;nbsp;James has a tree up in his room (forgot to take a picture of it), and my stoop has topiaries on it with a wreath on the front door and that is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't get out my Advent wreath this year, I didn't put out any of my Christmas cookbooks, and I didn't&amp;nbsp;get out all of the Christmas ornaments. It is plenty, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have a *few* more things that I need to take pictures of and add, but here are a few pictures of our decorations this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8je-KRLWuM/TuwikiI8kFI/AAAAAAAAFLY/EfLS0hHA1gs/s1600/IMG_6853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8je-KRLWuM/TuwikiI8kFI/AAAAAAAAFLY/EfLS0hHA1gs/s640/IMG_6853.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My basket with ornaments that are safe for little hands and James' BIG stack of Christmas books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShNr6EEWxt8/Tuwis4jH-HI/AAAAAAAAFLg/qUc3GqStYXo/s1600/IMG_6854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShNr6EEWxt8/Tuwis4jH-HI/AAAAAAAAFLg/qUc3GqStYXo/s640/IMG_6854.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhbnPlukdek/Tuwixtzrr6I/AAAAAAAAFLo/CED7fCrAwy8/s1600/IMG_6857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhbnPlukdek/Tuwixtzrr6I/AAAAAAAAFLo/CED7fCrAwy8/s640/IMG_6857.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Probably my favorite decorations! Almost all Willow House! The hurricanes came from my outlet section on my website. The bowl in the middle is from the Villa collection. The metal ornaments are also in my online store - they're called the Holiday Hanging Trio. I just bought ornaments from Hobby Lobby to fill it all up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTExkLmUXOw/Tuwi3e2TqeI/AAAAAAAAFLw/8TqsPgiPlP4/s1600/IMG_6859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTExkLmUXOw/Tuwi3e2TqeI/AAAAAAAAFLw/8TqsPgiPlP4/s640/IMG_6859.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;More Willow House. My Jolly Holiday Table Runner and a hurricane filled with more green and red! I do usually have the table runner stretched across the table, but we had company on Sunday and I wanted to use placemats instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3er4I55QrI/TuwmmNqDp8I/AAAAAAAAFL4/x36qqvGFDLs/s1600/IMG_6860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3er4I55QrI/TuwmmNqDp8I/AAAAAAAAFL4/x36qqvGFDLs/s640/IMG_6860.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My china cabinet doesn't have much, but I love my Christmas china from M. Bagwell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-innrEDSTFNQ/Tuwms47djZI/AAAAAAAAFMA/wWIyQq85nbA/s1600/IMG_6861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-innrEDSTFNQ/Tuwms47djZI/AAAAAAAAFMA/wWIyQq85nbA/s640/IMG_6861.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In my foyer we've hung a Willow House mirror and I just tied one of our door buckets (Willow House!) on top of it and filled it with some greenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70uzvxu-pG8/TuwmxYVIRkI/AAAAAAAAFMI/7T_ZA4fR2XA/s1600/IMG_6875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70uzvxu-pG8/TuwmxYVIRkI/AAAAAAAAFMI/7T_ZA4fR2XA/s640/IMG_6875.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I used mesh on my tree for the first time this year and I LOVE it. I think I'll use more next year now that I'm brave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEd2fUhyfbg/Tuwm1GxMOTI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/l9qSLD6a2gw/s1600/IMG_6876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEd2fUhyfbg/Tuwm1GxMOTI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/l9qSLD6a2gw/s640/IMG_6876.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Candles, real frasier fir cuttings (I could NOT find garland anywhere for the second year in a row!), Willow House stockings, James' Little People nativity, and my Santa gourd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRhkbm-4UV4/Tuwm6YKOjYI/AAAAAAAAFMY/0bOxxzQoWcM/s1600/IMG_6878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRhkbm-4UV4/Tuwm6YKOjYI/AAAAAAAAFMY/0bOxxzQoWcM/s640/IMG_6878.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Baby Brother has one, too...unmonogrammed for now and waiting in his bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfGpRX0sR2U/Tuwm_HMfsVI/AAAAAAAAFMg/c0MbtZlEJws/s1600/IMG_6879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfGpRX0sR2U/Tuwm_HMfsVI/AAAAAAAAFMg/c0MbtZlEJws/s640/IMG_6879.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My nativity that Sonny brought back from Israel several years ago. I didn't put all of my nativities out this year and I actually missed taking a picture of one that is out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That's all for now! Maybe I'll get around to adding a few more pictures soon! Thanks for visiting our home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-5131621089170478510?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/5131621089170478510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=5131621089170478510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5131621089170478510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5131621089170478510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-decorations-2011.html' title='Christmas Decorations 2011'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8je-KRLWuM/TuwikiI8kFI/AAAAAAAAFLY/EfLS0hHA1gs/s72-c/IMG_6853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-4078100022416179407</id><published>2011-12-15T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:44:16.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>James' Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;James had his very first "performance" today at school. His class, along with the other three classes (it's a teensy school) sang a few songs for parents at the end of the day today. He was SO excited about singing and has been practicing for us at home for a while. We weren't sure what songs he'd be singing, and actually thought his class would only be up there during Jingle Bells. Surprisingly, he did really well for a two-year-old. His class sat down at the front (they did better that way during practice) and while he never sang one. single. word., he DID dance at the very end. I was proud that he stayed up there the whole time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDhSAwhYPPc/TuqeKW6tr9I/AAAAAAAAFKo/S-mp0LgtaL4/s1600/IMG_6862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDhSAwhYPPc/TuqeKW6tr9I/AAAAAAAAFKo/S-mp0LgtaL4/s640/IMG_6862.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IafSvy15HFs/TuqeOPWaunI/AAAAAAAAFKw/bMaPgnEQ8xU/s1600/IMG_6866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IafSvy15HFs/TuqeOPWaunI/AAAAAAAAFKw/bMaPgnEQ8xU/s640/IMG_6866.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8b-6KHh6wJQ/TuqeUPO54pI/AAAAAAAAFK4/VrV71xNFrLM/s1600/IMG_6867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8b-6KHh6wJQ/TuqeUPO54pI/AAAAAAAAFK4/VrV71xNFrLM/s640/IMG_6867.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doing the motions to "Away in a Manger"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfrQ4p6ghqQ/TuqeX2pf-EI/AAAAAAAAFLA/g4VWpZBdKBs/s1600/IMG_6869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfrQ4p6ghqQ/TuqeX2pf-EI/AAAAAAAAFLA/g4VWpZBdKBs/s640/IMG_6869.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXnYs05_HlE/TuqedBw5zFI/AAAAAAAAFLI/wIYjPf1p_0c/s1600/IMG_6871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXnYs05_HlE/TuqedBw5zFI/AAAAAAAAFLI/wIYjPf1p_0c/s640/IMG_6871.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Santa stopped by at the very end! (He wasn't the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Santa...he had on TENNIS SHOES! Ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And two videos of the day. It's TINY and Eddie couldn't figure out how to zoom on my iPhone, but he's the third from the right sitting down. My apologies to the mother in front who chose to sing and dance along. :)&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SAUgqTN3i6g" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t2dzDsmhhGc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After the Christmas program, James loaded up with Mama and me (I'd enlisted her help) to run errands and go to the hospital for what is *hopefully* our final blood draw for a while. James slept in the car while we ran around town for a few things and while we ate lunch and then we went in to the lab. I had the GREAT idea to take the stroller with us and let me just say that for my toddler who RUNS all the time (away from me!), it was a lifesaver. He wasn't the most perfect child while we were there, but he was sure close! We needed EIGHT vials of blood today to test for all the different things and he was a CHAMP. The man doing the blood draw was excellent and I wish I knew his name because I'd brag on him to the higher ups at the hospital. We've always (the four times we've been) had good experiences with the people in the Same Day Services lab (except that they're not super excited to see a kid coming in). Today, James sat sweetly in my lap and talked to the three people working on him. He squirmed a little bit when the needle went in, but the man got a vein on the very first try! Woohoo! James was praised by everyone and we ate cookies when we got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Cw0EWMDbs/TuqiLVPWKaI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/5Hkvhb8UlpI/s1600/arm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Cw0EWMDbs/TuqiLVPWKaI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/5Hkvhb8UlpI/s640/arm.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Showing off his red bandage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-4078100022416179407?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/4078100022416179407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=4078100022416179407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4078100022416179407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4078100022416179407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/james-christmas-program.html' title='James&apos; Christmas Program'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDhSAwhYPPc/TuqeKW6tr9I/AAAAAAAAFKo/S-mp0LgtaL4/s72-c/IMG_6862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-1353666228545411018</id><published>2011-12-14T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:05:07.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergy Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's been&amp;nbsp;a while since I've updated about James' allergy issues. We just weren't really sure where we stood on things. After the possible reaction to cashews back in May, we had bloodwork done that came back clear. I wasn't convinced that we weren't dealing with a nut allergy, though, so we've steered clear since then. At school and at church James is labeled as a child with a nut allergy. We've not offered peanut butter or anything else containing nuts at home. He &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; have Reese's Pieces at his birthday party when another parent (unaware of the issues) opened a package for him. He had several before I realized what he was doing. (And while it is NOT FUNNY at all, the parent turned completely white and looked sick when he realized! I felt horrible!) (His nose and forehead turned red and swelled a teensy bit, but we had been outside all day long and he's been known to react to outside allergens as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So...we had an appointment with an allergist today. I have to say that I'd asked another parent about this doctor and a mutual friend of ours didn't like him (according to the friend I asked) but we were very impressed! We were only in the waiting room long enough to fill out paperwork and then we were moved to a room in the back where the nurse asked lots and lots and lots of questions about our home, his diet, our allergies, etc. After she finished she moved us to another room. We might have been there waiting on the doctor for 10 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When he came in he went through a lot of the same questions. We discussed the three reactions we've seen (two were definitely on the same day as nuts, one was not) as well as how sick he's been since August. He listened to his chest and back, looked in his nose and ears, and declared that he definitely has inflammation in his nose. James has been rubbing and rubbing his nose for about a week but it hasn't been runny so I've not given him anything for it. The doctor thinks we are definitely dealing with some seasonal stuff. He gave us a four week trial of Singulair to take at night. We'll go back in four weeks to see how that's worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He then talked to us about the food allergies. I showed him the pictures on my blog of the first reaction and he said he really, really doesn't think it's outdoor allergens. He's definitely leaning toward a nut allergy. :( He ordered more bloodwork because he said that often times when you do bloodwork right after a reaction it gives a false negative. So...more bloodwork at the hospital testing for LOTS of things. Everything from cashews and peanuts to dust mites and cockroaches. (YUCK!!!!) If the nut allergies come back negative again then he'll do a skin test for those. If not, then we'll know it's a nut allergy and go from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eddie and I were both impressed with the doctor but I definitely am hoping that we don't fall into the weekly or even monthly visits to the allergist. Please pray that these tests will show NO food allergies and just the regular old seasonal stuff. I sure would love for him to live without the really super dangerous allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-1353666228545411018?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/1353666228545411018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=1353666228545411018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1353666228545411018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/1353666228545411018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/allergy-update.html' title='Allergy Update...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-4444870522330621298</id><published>2011-12-13T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:23:24.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...31 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: Baby Brother is about 16 inches long now, and weighs about 3.3 pounds (three navel oranges). He’s also apparently about to head into a growth spurt. I can’t wait to see how much he really weighs. James was 8 pounds, 2 ounces when he was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +8 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m in them! I’m out of most everything else, save sweaters that are open in the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! Lots and lots and lots of it. He enjoys sitting right on top of my bladder all.the.time. He is still super low, although I can tell his legs have grown because I feel punches and/or kicks up almost in my ribs now. He wiggles all the time now! I can almost be guaranteed a show right when I lay down to go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: I’m back to feeling a little puny about food. Nothing sounds good to me anymore. My favorite thing right now is a Brown Sugar Cinnamon PopTart with peanut butter. Healthy, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I’m waking up with leg cramps, I have to potty all the time, my back and lower tummy are sore and achy. I told Eddie last night that I have officially hit the uncomfortable stage. I am so glad that we only have one weekend of spending the night away from home between now and his due date. I am uncomfortable in my own bed so I know it wouldn’t be fun trying to sleep somewhere else. (I’ve hit the part of pregnancy where it’s hard to sit up but I still have to sit up to roll over in the middle of the night. It’s a process and probably looks similar to a turtle who has been flipped over on its back.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: It’s taking me a lot longer to fall asleep now. And usually I wake up a few times in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Deli meat. And blue cheese. And yes, I know it’s okay to eat pasteurized blue cheese, but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it yet. (I also know that to miss blue cheese is WEIRD but my favorite restaurant salads have it on there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: Our two dates this past weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-4444870522330621298?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/4444870522330621298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=4444870522330621298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4444870522330621298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4444870522330621298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-brother31-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...31 Weeks!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-273970892080725118</id><published>2011-12-12T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:43:33.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We had a FUN weekend but it absolutely FLEW by. Don't they all? Especially this time of the year? Especially with children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Friday afternoon, James and I loaded up in the car and drove south to meet Grandmama and Granddaddy. James was having a spend-the-night with Grandmama and Granddaddy on Friday night and staying with them almost all day Saturday while Eddie and I had a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I got home from dropping James off, Eddie and I went to a local steakhouse/asian place that we like a lot. We realized we hadn't ever been there by ourselves! We've always either had James or another couple with us! The food was just so-so, which is a little unusual, but we had a fun time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday morning we spent our time cleaning the house and working in the yard. We needed to get it shaped up a little for company on Sunday afternoon. We didn't have a ton of time, as we needed to get showers so we could meet some friends for lunch and the &lt;em&gt;highlight&lt;/em&gt; of the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I convinced Eddie a month or so ago to go to Macon with me to see some friends' little girl dance in the Nutcracker at the Grand Opera House. Mwahahahaha. :) He was actually (while not totally excited about it) okay with doing it since we'd be with the friends and since we'd be able to see Lauren dance. She was SO cute. We met them beforehand at Ingleside Village Pizza and had lunch. Delish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Nutcracker was great! We had seats in the balcony (I picked those because I felt like we'd be able to see better AND I wanted aisle seats.) and could see everything. I made sure that Eddie read the story in the program before it started since I knew that otherwise he'd be going, "Ummm...what?!?!" He still felt that way a little bit, I think. He kept leaning over to me and saying, "So, is she dreaming this? This is still the dream?" Ha! He did live through it, though! I have to admit that I haven't seen the Nutcracker since about the third grade when a friend was in the Atlanta Ballet's performance of it, and since I've seen lots and lots of musicals and plays since then I kept wanting them to talk or sing. :) We enjoyed it, though! (Eddie did say we won't be making this a yearly tradition!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday night we picked James up from Grandmama and Granddaddy and awaited the tantrum that usually follows. Fortunately, he stayed awake the whole way home (and made me sit with him in the back and hold his hand since I couldn't hold him) and going to bed was made easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday morning we had my dad's entire extended family over at our house for Christmas lunch. I think I counted 19 people in attendance. An aunt and uncle were not there and we were missing several cousins, but overall it was a great turnout! We enjoyed having it at our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After the Hasty family left we had Christmas with Dad and Laura. It was certainly different this year since we hadn't spent the night with them, but I think we enjoyed it just the same! James got a Hot Potato game from Anna and Lance and kept us entertained for a LONG time as he laughed hysterically at it! :) Pretty sure the rest of us were just as excited about our own gifts. :) It was&amp;nbsp;a fun visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had a great day until everyone left. Once Eddie laid down with James he started feeling bad and was a sick puppy for several hours last night. Hopefully it was just something he ate and not a stomach virus. James and I have our fingers (and toes) crossed that we won't be fortunate enough to share those germs. Yuck. He got up and went to work this morning, though, so hopefully he's feeling&amp;nbsp;much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We have another two rounds of Christmas this coming weekend before the real deal on the 25th. I'm excited about all of it but I have to admit that this transition to Christmas at our own house is &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;. I know we'll get traditions going and get all the kinks worked out, but in the meantime, it's &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;. Ha! I'm sure we're not the first to feel this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-273970892080725118?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/273970892080725118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=273970892080725118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/273970892080725118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/273970892080725118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-3514198019439681865</id><published>2011-12-08T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:16:46.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Poor Baby Brother. We've not spent nearly as much time this pregnancy agonizing over decisions that need to be made like we did with James. Part of the reason that we haven't is that we have almost everything that we need. I do have a wishlist of a few items I'd just &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; to have...and then there are things that were in James' nursery that are now in James' big boy room that I need to replace (trashcan, sound machine, etc.)...but most of the things that we need we already have. BUT...I'm re-doing the nursery itself and I have not put much thought into it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mom and I met in Albany yesterday at our favorite fabric store and I must've made 100 laps around the place. I pulled and cut everything that I even remotely liked. Today, I went to Hobby Lobby while James was at school and pulled and cut even more fabric. I am drowning in fabrics and I can't make up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The result is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAGIzMRxdKs/TuEVb_VpoII/AAAAAAAAFJQ/Yp-f0fiEXBU/s1600/fabric5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAGIzMRxdKs/TuEVb_VpoII/AAAAAAAAFJQ/Yp-f0fiEXBU/s640/fabric5.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A &lt;strike&gt;mess&lt;/strike&gt; hodge-podge of prints, solids, and stripes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YL0BZFd1VA8/TuEVghmSgqI/AAAAAAAAFJY/sWxkXhkhFy0/s1600/fabric1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YL0BZFd1VA8/TuEVghmSgqI/AAAAAAAAFJY/sWxkXhkhFy0/s640/fabric1.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The cowboy pile. The red AND blue prints are exactly alike except for the background color. I like the idea of cowboy, but I don't want to overdo a theme. I don't want his room to look like Longhorn. Tasteful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgSPgaZkQu8/TuEVwdD4tfI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/4VkPvr4mDhg/s1600/961037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgSPgaZkQu8/TuEVwdD4tfI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/4VkPvr4mDhg/s400/961037.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A better picture of the red. The Hobby Lobby girl scares me. She only cut a piece that was about an inch wide. She did NOT like that I was asking for so many pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVgsmkwuya4/TuEV0J-rh-I/AAAAAAAAFKI/dd51XUelWF4/s1600/Cowboy-Rodeo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVgsmkwuya4/TuEV0J-rh-I/AAAAAAAAFKI/dd51XUelWF4/s400/Cowboy-Rodeo.png" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And a cowboy idea that I saw on Polka Tot Designs. They have the cutest stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DA8exWQg8_Q/TuEVm5I55uI/AAAAAAAAFJg/-PHQowDx2Y0/s1600/fabric2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DA8exWQg8_Q/TuEVm5I55uI/AAAAAAAAFJg/-PHQowDx2Y0/s320/fabric2.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is another combination I like but I'm not sure Eddie is sold on it. It is definitely LITTLE boy. It wouldn't grow with him. So I'm sort of stuck on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taKKcoLF0mo/TuEVx5NsENI/AAAAAAAAFKA/9vNLywyGFwc/s1600/Ben.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taKKcoLF0mo/TuEVx5NsENI/AAAAAAAAFKA/9vNLywyGFwc/s400/Ben.png" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Another from Polka Tot Designs using the above (or very similar) fabrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And then, just a few more that I like but probably don't stand a chance against Eddie's opinion. I love the blue/green combination especially in sort of a preppy way. Like a man's dress shirt or tie. Is that weird, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Rwwhqjnac/TuEVrw02RZI/AAAAAAAAFJo/2xZEiF-lJCI/s1600/fabric3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Rwwhqjnac/TuEVrw02RZI/AAAAAAAAFJo/2xZEiF-lJCI/s640/fabric3.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZwUB6ZgaKE/TuEVvb_2buI/AAAAAAAAFJw/5jL4ottg7Pk/s1600/fabric4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZwUB6ZgaKE/TuEVvb_2buI/AAAAAAAAFJw/5jL4ottg7Pk/s640/fabric4.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KkUJmPUApI/TuEV1AmrYlI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/8Kvyc1FVpHU/s1600/yhst-66449193699466_2183_11599826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KkUJmPUApI/TuEV1AmrYlI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/8Kvyc1FVpHU/s640/yhst-66449193699466_2183_11599826.jpg" width="504px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wde5AuviLgQ/TuEV1onAUSI/AAAAAAAAFKY/FRMbJMHv1W0/s1600/yhst-66449193699466_2187_21236821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wde5AuviLgQ/TuEV1onAUSI/AAAAAAAAFKY/FRMbJMHv1W0/s640/yhst-66449193699466_2187_21236821.jpg" width="594px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIUz6qiHMoY/TuEV2didxeI/AAAAAAAAFKg/lr839CxfGCg/s1600/yhst-66449193699466_2183_20044734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIUz6qiHMoY/TuEV2didxeI/AAAAAAAAFKg/lr839CxfGCg/s640/yhst-66449193699466_2183_20044734.jpg" width="544px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Alright, who wants to come over and design the nursery for me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-3514198019439681865?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/3514198019439681865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=3514198019439681865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3514198019439681865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/3514198019439681865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-brothers-room.html' title='Baby Brother&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAGIzMRxdKs/TuEVb_VpoII/AAAAAAAAFJQ/Yp-f0fiEXBU/s72-c/fabric5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-7831098416704479079</id><published>2011-12-07T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:35:05.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother...30 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;*** I feel like I should put a disclaimer here that there is a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of pregnancy talk here. Nothing gross, just a lot of pregnancy &lt;em&gt;stuff.&lt;/em&gt; Carry on if you feel like it! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSjKeVSa8hU/TuERPjnSMaI/AAAAAAAAFJI/-JH2d5hcfYU/s1600/30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSjKeVSa8hU/TuERPjnSMaI/AAAAAAAAFJI/-JH2d5hcfYU/s640/30.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I had a great check-up today! I can't believe I'm going every two weeks now. Time is just flying by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My glucose test from two weeks ago was fine. I think she said it was 83 which is fine. Anywhere between 70-125 is normal (I think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I mentioned that I'd been having nose bleeds. They haven't been terrible but I did have an embarrassing time when we were out shopping after seeing Santa on Sunday. We just rushed to the bathroom quickly. Dr. W. said that sometimes low platelets can cause nosebleeds but that mine were fine two weeks ago. She said she'd be glad to order more testing but I declined. They're not THAT bad. More than likely it's just broken capillaries inside my nose since pregnancy causes you to grow so many more of that. That, combined with whack-o temperature changes and dry air have probably caused them to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I asked if she could feel to see how he's positioned. I've mentioned before that he doesn't feel like he's in my ribs at all. I told Mama not too long ago that I am convinced he's breech. Well...he is. :) She barely touched the top of my belly and said, "Oh! That feels like his head!" Ha! She seemed surprised! She said his head is right up under my ribs so more than likely all of the pain and discomfort that I'm feeling (like I'm carrying him low) is just a result of his little feet and legs doing all their kicking down instead of up. I couldn't &lt;em&gt;breathe&lt;/em&gt; with James and that hasn't been an issue at all this time. The symptoms I'm feeling this time are that my stomach might rip open - it literally feels like it might some days - and an early waddle. :) She mentioned that often the &lt;em&gt;higher&lt;/em&gt; the baby is the &lt;em&gt;lower &lt;/em&gt;he feels. Weird. Not sure why. She said he has PLENTY of time to flip before he's born (Eddie was a breech baby - yikes!) and that if he doesn't she'll flip him manually by pushing on my stomach to turn him (an aversion). (Although, I'm not sure whether I'd rather take the aversion route - which can be dangerous to the baby - or the c-section route. Let's pray this little boy turns!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Everything else looked fine. My blood pressure was 122/70 and Baby Brother's heartrate was 153. My weight still looks fine and I'm measuring fine. He's growing and healthy and all is well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then she showed me how to turn the apps off on my iPhone. Ha! I really like her a lot. She is WAY laid back which helps me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I drove to Albany today to pick up my other baby from Mama and to go to the fabric store there. I think I brought back 20 swatches to test out. Options, options! With James I knew &lt;em&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;what I wanted...I don't even know what COLORS I want with this boy. No name, no nursery, no nothing. Poor second child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here's the other pregnancy stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: Baby Brother is about 15.7 inches long now, and weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +7 pounds (By the way, I looked to see how much I’d gained with James at this point because with him I just felt HUGE and I’d gained 17 pounds by now. Ha! I WAS huge! I wasn’t chasing anyone around then, though, so I’m sure that has something to do with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m in them! I’m out of most everything else, save sweaters that are open in the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! Lots and lots and lots of it. He enjoys sitting right on top of my bladder all.the.time. He is still super low, although I can tell his legs have grown because I feel punches and/or kicks up almost in my ribs now. He wiggles all the time now! I can almost be guaranteed a show right when I lay down to go to bed. Monday night he was wiggling so much that from the time I got in bed until I fell asleep I got up three times to go to the bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: Still feeling really, really good food-wise. I am still really craving sugars but trying to eat enough protein that I'm not crashing-and-burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I’m waking up with leg cramps, I have to potty all the time, my back and lower tummy are sore and achy. I think I probably wouldn’t be feeling quite this pregnant this early if I wasn’t hauling a toddler around all the time. He’s walking a lot, but I still have to heave him into the car and up on high things. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: Still ok. I’m actually falling asleep and staying asleep all night long, usually. Hope I don’t regret saying that! Someone has decided that our bed is more fun to sleep in, though, and he keeps me awake more than pregnancy does. It is taking me longer and longer to actually fall asleep, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Deli meat. And blue cheese. And yes, I know it’s okay to eat pasteurized blue cheese, but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it yet. (I also know that to miss blue cheese is WEIRD but my favorite restaurant salads have it on there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: All of our Christmas fun! The decorations are up, the elf has been to visit, and we’ve seen Santa! James and I have also been reading a lot of Christmas books and watching lots of Christmas movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-7831098416704479079?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/7831098416704479079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=7831098416704479079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7831098416704479079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/7831098416704479079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-brother30-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother...30 Weeks'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSjKeVSa8hU/TuERPjnSMaI/AAAAAAAAFJI/-JH2d5hcfYU/s72-c/30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-6643560221923037426</id><published>2011-12-06T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:40:20.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>November Books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;*** My 30 week appointment (30 weeks, y'all!!!) is tomorrow so I'll post then about Baby Brother! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm a little embarrassed to tell you that the only book I finished in November was Nora Roberts' &lt;u&gt;Carnal Innocence&lt;/u&gt;. It's not her typical trashy read, though. (I mean, it might've been a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;trashy, but not nearly as some I've read.) I found it on my bookshelf one day when I was in need of a non-thinking book (I'm reading a few nonfictions right now) and decided to try it. (Bess, I think you might've loaned it to me...in college?!?! Want it back?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The book was actually a murder mystery with a little romance mixed in. It's set in Mississippi and at first I thought the "accents" and the Southern good 'ol boy routine were going to drive me crazy. I got past them, though, and really enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm still working on a few of the same that I've been dragging through the past few months. I have just not had time to read! James keeps me SO busy during the day and at night I'm exhausted. I think I'm forgetting how pregnant I actually am. (I had to be reminded I'm in the THIRD trimester.) Hopefully I'll have a better update at the end of December. :) Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-6643560221923037426?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/6643560221923037426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=6643560221923037426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6643560221923037426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6643560221923037426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/november-books.html' title='November Books...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-5042493223942182544</id><published>2011-12-05T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:16:44.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh my heavens, what a FUN weekend! This was our last weekend where we had no other obligations on our calendar...and I left it that way on purpose. We had lots of fun Christmas traditions to get started on and I couldn't WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Saturday morning our Elf on the Shelf, George (so named because James wanted to name Baby Brother "George"), was here!!! This is, if you can believe it, the THIRD year that George has been our elf, but since James wouldn't have gotten it before this year, Santa asked if George could please continue his work in the North Pole. OF COURSE, we permitted him to stay there but we are thrilled to have him here this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;George pulled out all the stops on Saturday morning. We had a breakfast casserole, doughnuts, and hot chocolate waiting for us when we woke up (bright and early!) and he even brought everyone a gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMx4rL43tm8/Ttw9lCINPkI/AAAAAAAAFHY/kffybIQGTUM/s1600/IMG_6808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMx4rL43tm8/Ttw9lCINPkI/AAAAAAAAFHY/kffybIQGTUM/s640/IMG_6808.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCdsyekLWD8/Ttw9sVsPKnI/AAAAAAAAFHg/CH6Mqeitrmc/s1600/IMG_6809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCdsyekLWD8/Ttw9sVsPKnI/AAAAAAAAFHg/CH6Mqeitrmc/s640/IMG_6809.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-V-kjOX93I/Ttw9w3Jb7hI/AAAAAAAAFHo/WnaaCFy4SCg/s1600/IMG_6810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v-V-kjOX93I/Ttw9w3Jb7hI/AAAAAAAAFHo/WnaaCFy4SCg/s640/IMG_6810.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He put out my Christmas china and I was thrilled for an excuse to use it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6N9nk_FOEIA/Ttw91nkU--I/AAAAAAAAFHw/m0RNYJp45ZI/s1600/IMG_6811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6N9nk_FOEIA/Ttw91nkU--I/AAAAAAAAFHw/m0RNYJp45ZI/s640/IMG_6811.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The customary North Pole gift is, of course, Christmas tree ornaments. James got three new ornaments - a Santa pirate, a pirate ship, and a UGA snowman. George brought me a camera ornament and a popcorn ornament and Daddy got a toolbox ornament. All very cute on our tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_sj8SoY3y0/Ttw96-LQiBI/AAAAAAAAFH4/9apHVtg0CYY/s1600/IMG_6812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_sj8SoY3y0/Ttw96-LQiBI/AAAAAAAAFH4/9apHVtg0CYY/s640/IMG_6812.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;James got a few other goodies from George to thank him for being sweet and to remind him to listen and mind! George brought reindeer antlers, a snowman apron, an elf that can be played with (George will lose his magic if we touch him), and a microphone. I'm not sure how George knew, but the microphone has been the BIGGEST hit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8j8YovAz9A/Ttw9-vAK37I/AAAAAAAAFIA/D4E5YPwdhcw/s1600/IMG_6813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8j8YovAz9A/Ttw9-vAK37I/AAAAAAAAFIA/D4E5YPwdhcw/s640/IMG_6813.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm still pretty sure James doesn't understand, but he DID get very excited to look for our elf Sunday morning. It was SO cute. (And George came a little early on Friday night and set our table before James went to bed. I wish I had his reaction to that on video. He yelled "Happy Day!" over and over. Ha! Sweet boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday after church we made our annual trip to Bass Pro to see Santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGuqQK7dCEQ/TtxBTSNXS9I/AAAAAAAAFIg/iCO4vA-HU78/s1600/IMG_1616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="502px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGuqQK7dCEQ/TtxBTSNXS9I/AAAAAAAAFIg/iCO4vA-HU78/s640/IMG_1616.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2010:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPdOl7eMOyk/TtxBUqin7SI/AAAAAAAAFIo/jBpV6DWW1y8/s1600/IMG_4765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPdOl7eMOyk/TtxBUqin7SI/AAAAAAAAFIo/jBpV6DWW1y8/s640/IMG_4765.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;James was SO EXCITED about sitting with "Ho Ho" this year. He kept saying, "I sit Ho Ho's wap." I assumed he'd get up there and not do it or burst into tears but he was SO BRAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WTe1GJ1f-Y/Ttw-D_ubgJI/AAAAAAAAFII/BIzsj7iCJD8/s1600/IMG_6838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WTe1GJ1f-Y/Ttw-D_ubgJI/AAAAAAAAFII/BIzsj7iCJD8/s640/IMG_6838.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After he chatted with Santa for a while he walked off and asked to see the boats and the fish like it was all no big deal. :) Later, we saw Santa (another one) at Dillard's and he chatted with Santa like they were best buds! SO funny! I am thrilled he wasn't scared this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He was, however, scared of this bear when Eddie plopped him down in front of it. This picture was after a minute of explaining that the bear wasn't real (yes, I know it is but that was easier than saying it was dead!). He still wasn't thrilled to be there and wanted to be picked up quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKer_0m84A/Ttw-IOVMOnI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/BltFoKMd5_U/s1600/IMG_6843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKer_0m84A/Ttw-IOVMOnI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/BltFoKMd5_U/s640/IMG_6843.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And looking at the fish!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9OD4lh0iZQ/Ttw-LusG9II/AAAAAAAAFIY/HSHwjv9xxNc/s1600/IMG_6848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9OD4lh0iZQ/Ttw-LusG9II/AAAAAAAAFIY/HSHwjv9xxNc/s640/IMG_6848.JPG" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Big boy was SO sweet this weekend. He was on his best behavior (most of the time) and was just a joy to be around. I told him over and over how proud I was of him and I hope we have more days like we had this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As a funny sidenote, on Sunday night Eddie laid down with James (bedtime ritual) and asked that I come wake him up at 9:00. When I walked in Eddie was snoring away and James looked up at me and just grinned. Ha! Poor thing was having to try to fall asleep to the sound of his daddy sawing logs! Bet this happens every night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hope y'all had great weekends as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-5042493223942182544?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/5042493223942182544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=5042493223942182544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5042493223942182544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/5042493223942182544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cMx4rL43tm8/Ttw9lCINPkI/AAAAAAAAFHY/kffybIQGTUM/s72-c/IMG_6808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2421402321084696405</id><published>2011-12-02T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:33:06.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>My 101 in 1001...November 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I started this list on November 1, 2010 and will give ongoing updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Those that have a &lt;strike&gt;strike-through mark&lt;/strike&gt; are complete. Those in &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; I'm working on or they are on-going goals. These have to be completely by July 28, 2013 (so those of you who have said how worn out you get by looking at this, it's all about the baby steps! I still have almost two years!). I know that it may get annoying that I post this (almost) once a month, but I think it's a good way for me to evaluate what I need to be working on. Skip if you wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1. Try a new recipe (and blog it!) at least once a month. (Most recipes can be found in the recipes tab.) (I obviously need to work harder at this. I AM making a new recipe tomorrow night.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. Take a sewing class.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3. Buy an embroidery machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4. Take a photography class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. Buy a new car!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6. Keep up with our Shutterfly photo albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7. Join MOPs or another "Mommy Group."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;8. Go on another girls' trip to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;9. Enjoy a "me-night-out" at least once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;10. Go see a movie by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;11. Go to two states I've never visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;12. Take more pictures with me in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. Buy a Cricut or Silhouette.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;14. Get a new pair of "good" jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;15. Buy a new cellphone.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;16. Learn to decorate cookies and/or cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;17. Go to Callaway Gardens to see the Christmas lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;18. Continue working on our family trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;19. Read 10 nonfiction books (and blog about them!).&lt;/strike&gt; (Extras will fall under the next category.) (See the Books tab if you're interested in what I've read.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(1.) &lt;u&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/u&gt; by Jeannette Walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(2.) &lt;u&gt;The Purpose of Christmas&lt;/u&gt; by Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(3.) &lt;u&gt;Decision Points&lt;/u&gt; by George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(4.) &lt;u&gt;In the Garden with Billy: Lessons about Life, Love, and Tomatoes&lt;/u&gt; by Renea Winchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(5.) &lt;u&gt;Reshaping It All&lt;/u&gt; by Candace Cameron Bure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(6.) &lt;u&gt;Better Photo Basics: The Absolute Beginner's Guide to Taking Photos Like a Pro&lt;/u&gt; by Jim Miotke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(7.) &lt;u&gt;The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels&lt;/u&gt; by Ree Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(8.) &lt;u&gt;Bossypants&lt;/u&gt; by Tina Fey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(9.) &lt;u&gt;Life Lessons with Max Lucado: The Book of Genesis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(10.) &lt;u&gt;The Potty Boot Camp: Basic Training for Toddlers&lt;/u&gt; by Suzanne Riffel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;20. Read 101 fiction books (or extra nonfiction) (and blog about them!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(1.) &lt;u&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/u&gt; by Sara Gruen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(2.) &lt;u&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/u&gt; by A.A. Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(3.) &lt;u&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/u&gt; by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(4.)&lt;u&gt; Pop Goes the Weasel&lt;/u&gt; by James Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(5.) &lt;u&gt;Ape House&lt;/u&gt; by Sara Gruen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(6.) &lt;u&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/u&gt; by Colleen McCullough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(7.) &lt;u&gt;The Mockingbirds&lt;/u&gt; by Daisy Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(8.) &lt;u&gt;Rules of Deception&lt;/u&gt; by Christopher Reich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(9.) &lt;u&gt;The Secret of the Old Mill&lt;/u&gt; by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(10.) &lt;u&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/u&gt; by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(11.) &lt;u&gt;The Missing Chums&lt;/u&gt; by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(12.) &lt;u&gt;London Bridges&lt;/u&gt; by James Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(13.) &lt;u&gt;Hunting for Hidden Gold&lt;/u&gt; by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(14.) &lt;u&gt;The Shore Road Mystery&lt;/u&gt; by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(15.) &lt;u&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/u&gt; by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(16.) &lt;u&gt;The Lincoln Lawyer&lt;/u&gt; by Michael Connelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(17.) &lt;u&gt;Potty Training Boys the Easy Way - Helping Your Son Learn Quickly, Even if He's a Late Starter&lt;/u&gt; by Caroline Fertleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(18.) &lt;u&gt;The Art of Racing in the Rain&lt;/u&gt; by Garth Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(19.) Hardy Boys #7 by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(20.) Hardy Boys #8 by Franklin W. Dixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(21.) &lt;u&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/u&gt; by Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(22.) &lt;u&gt;Jaws&lt;/u&gt; by Peter Benchley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(23.) &lt;u&gt;Living Dead in Dallas&lt;/u&gt; by Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(24.) &lt;u&gt;Club Dead&lt;/u&gt; by Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(25.) &lt;u&gt;Sweet Valley Confidential&lt;/u&gt; by Francine Paschal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(26.) &lt;u&gt;The Secret of Redgate Farm&lt;/u&gt; by Carolyn Keene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(27.) &lt;u&gt;The Thirteenth Tale&lt;/u&gt; by Diane Setterfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(28.) &lt;u&gt;Sarah's Key&lt;/u&gt; by Tatiana de Rosney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(29.) &lt;u&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/u&gt; by Steig Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(30.) &lt;u&gt;Carnal Innocence&lt;/u&gt; by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;21. Read 10 "Classics." (Extras will be included for the above.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(1.) &lt;u&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/u&gt; by J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;22. Write more for myself...even if I don't ever share it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;23. Join a book club.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;24. Begin working on my masters. (Have I lost my mind?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;25. Learn more sign language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;26. Write snail mail letters to my friends - one friend a month. Who wants to be my pen pal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;27. Learn to crochet or knit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;28. Draft a will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;29. Keep up my teaching certification.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;30. Make attending Sunday School and Church a priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;31. Transfer our church memberships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;32. Do a Bible Study with Eddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;33. Complete the Beth Moore "Revelation" study with my small group.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;34. Tithe 10% of my Willow House earnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;35. Memorize two new Bible verses every month. (I'm going to be starting fresh in January.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;36. Read the Old Testament all the way through. (I've read the New Testament more than once but I get bogged down in the Old!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Genesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;37. Complete Beth Moore's "Daniel" study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;38. Buy a Bible timeline book.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;39. Get over my "no Christmas before Thanksgiving" rule and start listening to Christmas music in November. It makes me happy! Decorate the house the Friday, Saturday, and Sunday after Thanksgiving. (And this year the Monday, Tuesday, etc.!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For Others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;40. Send out Christmas Cards (on time!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;2010&lt;/strike&gt;, 2011, 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;41. Take meals to friends who have babies, are ill, or have a death in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* I took a meal to Eddie's co-worker and his wife, who broke her leg in March '11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Took a meal to a friend who just had back surgery in November '11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;42. Volunteer at the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Spring Bible School - March '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Vacation Bible School - July '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;43. Volunteer at an elementary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;44. Throw a party/shower for friends or family members at least five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* The Perry's shower with the Lunch Bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Co-hosted a shower for Kate in February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Shelley and Samantha's Sip 'N See in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;45. Volunteer to teach (children's) Sunday School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;46. Send Birthday cards to friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;47. Sponsor a Compassion child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;48. Help another family buy Christmas gifts for their children.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We will probably do this every year. I love it and want to use it as a learning tool for when the boys are bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;49. Bake homemade Christmas goodies for friends and family at the beginning of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;50. Deliver teacher goodies to school at least once a school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Marriage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;51. Go on a planned date once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We've gotten better at this as I've learned to send James off for weekends when we have big things going on. We do what needs to be done, but we've also snuck in a date or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;52. Pray for my marriage daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;53. Take a "just us" trip for more than a weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;54. Go on a 5 year anniversary trip back to the Caribbean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;55. Go away for a weekend together.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* Went to Atlanta for our shopping trip - one night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;* St. Simons in June '11 - two nights away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;56. Encourage Eddie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;57. Turn off the TV and computer at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;58. Eat dinner at the kitchen table.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;59. Read &lt;u&gt;The Love Dare&lt;/u&gt; together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;60. Start exercising together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;61. Be intentional about becoming a Proverbs 31 woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;62. Pray for James daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;63. Read to him daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;64. Put James in preschool.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;65. Pray out loud with James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;66. Take James to the library once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;67. Start a savings plan for college.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;68. Take James to the zoo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;69. Take James to Disney World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;70. Start our at-home preschool time each day. (Fell off the wagon once sickness with Baby Brother started in. Need to re-start!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;71. Go to Burt's Pumpkin Patch. (Another one I'm re-thinking. We liked the one we visited this year!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;72. Begin to teach James about spending, savings, and tithing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;73. Begin the Jesse Tree Devotions at Advent each year.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Health...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;74. Complete Couch-to-5K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;75. Run in a 5K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;76. Get back to wedding weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;77. Drink 2 thermoses of water daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;78. Take my vitamins daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;79. Go&amp;nbsp;to the dentist twice a year. (I'm horrified that I haven't done this. The thought has made me want to be sick, though. Morning sickness + disgusting toothpaste flavor = yuck.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;80. Go to the eye doctor once a year. &lt;strike&gt;2011&lt;/strike&gt; 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;81. Start cooking with more fresh fruits and veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;82. Eat fewer processed foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;83. Floss every night for a month.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;84. Get a massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;85. Do Jillian Michael's 30-Day Shred for THIRTY DAYS! (At least 3x per week!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;86. Do yoga once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Wallet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;87. Organize and use my coupons at every grocery trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;88. Set up our budget and stick to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;89. Continue menu planning each week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For My Home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;90. Paint the dining room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;91. Curtains in the kitchen, den, dining room, and master bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;92. Rugs in the kitchen, &lt;strike&gt;den&lt;/strike&gt;, dining room, and &lt;strike&gt;foyer&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;93. Complete my weekly cleaning list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;94. Hang pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;95. Recycle! Set up recycling bins in the garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;96. Organize office.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;97. Organize garage and PARK IN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;98. Complete the swingset building project.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;99. Decorate another Christmas tree in our dining room at Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;100. Frame and hang more pictures of our grandparents and great-grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;101. 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Enjoy! ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, I guess it's only appropriate that James FINALLY learned to say "thank you" in the month of Thanksgiving. I taught him sign language as a baby and he was EXCELLENT at it. He signed up a STORM...but he didn't speak. He babbled, but he didn't speak real words. Finally, about three months ago he just started talking up a storm. I spoke the "code" a long time ago but no one else did, of course. So grandparents were thrilled when they could actually understand him! (He still speaks two-year-old, I'm not saying he's going to be making speeches anytime soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well...the last of the words that he knew to say in sign language was "thank you." You have to put your hand to your mouth to say it and people always thought he was blowing them a kiss. I gave up trying to explain a long time ago and just let them think he was flirting. On Wednesday night, though, I said, "Say 'thank!'" and he did! Then I said, "Say 'you!'" and he did that, too! We got him to put it together and he was so pleased with himself. So here, for the first time for the public, is James actually &lt;em&gt;saying&lt;/em&gt;, "Thank you!" Now I need to get "Yes, sir!" on tape. It's very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h5DBlcQLNbs" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-6656362467940364559?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/6656362467940364559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=6656362467940364559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6656362467940364559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/6656362467940364559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h5DBlcQLNbs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-2094789443347968920</id><published>2011-11-30T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:04:33.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Sweet Little Prayers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We have been working with James on prayers. We say the blessing, we pray on the way to school for our friends and a good day, and Eddie does bedtime prayers when they're trying to fall asleep. So far, they've been pretty "generic" prayers. You know, the "God is Great" kind at the table, etc. He doesn't get it yet, but he knows the routine and he's consistent at reminding us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On the way to school two weeks ago we started our prayer and thanked God for our friends and teachers and prayed that he'd have a good day and be sweet and helpful while he was there. I wrapped up and said, "Amen," and he said, "Mo, Amen?" (Translation: More prayers?) So I let &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; tell me who/what to pray for. It was the SWEETEST thing and I can't wait for more of this. I'd apparently left out things and people he thought needed prayers or we'd forgotten to say thank you for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was quite a moment as I realized that that's all God wants, just those little child-like thank yous while we're talking to Him. The lessons I have learned as a mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Since then, I've witnessed even more times where HE leads me in what to pray. It's the most precious thing! This morning, I overheard him say the blessing while he was alone at the kitchen table eating breakfast. The faith of a child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-2094789443347968920?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/2094789443347968920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=2094789443347968920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2094789443347968920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/2094789443347968920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweet-little-prayers.html' title='Sweet Little Prayers...'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-4965582798191386618</id><published>2011-11-29T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:48:42.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Brother'/><title type='text'>Baby Brother at 29 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK68CrxC9H0/TtRFTZfIDlI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/mPqpb_XTScE/s1600/29weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK68CrxC9H0/TtRFTZfIDlI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/mPqpb_XTScE/s640/29weeks.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Size of the Baby: Baby Brother now weighs about 2.5 pounds and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel. His muscles and lungs are continuing to mature, and his head is growing bigger to make room for his developing brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Total Weight Loss/Gain: +7 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maternity Clothes: I’m in them! I’m out of most everything else, save sweaters that are open in the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gender: Another boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Movement: Yes! Lots and lots and lots of it. He enjoys sitting right on top of my bladder all.the.time. It was confirmed last week that he is super low and that’s causing some pain. He wiggles all the time now, though! Over the weekend I’m not sure he slept at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cravings: Still feeling really, really good food-wise. I am still really craving sugars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Symptoms: I’m waking up with leg cramps, I have to potty all the time, my back and lower tummy are sore and achy. I think I probably wouldn’t be feeling quite this pregnant this early if I wasn’t hauling a toddler around all the time. He’s walking a lot, but I still have to heave him into the car and up on high things. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sleep: Still ok. I’m actually falling asleep and staying asleep all night long, usually. Hope I don’t regret saying that! Someone has decided that our bed is more fun to sleep in, though, and he keeps me awake more than pregnancy does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I Miss: Deli meat. And blue cheese. And yes, I know it’s okay to eat pasteurized blue cheese, but I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it yet. (I also know that to miss blue cheese is WEIRD but my favorite restaurant salads have it on there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Best Moment This Week: I have been looking forward to Week 29 since we found out we were expecting again. I visited a baby in the hospital a year and a half ago that was born at 29 weeks. Although I don’t want him to come anytime soon, I feel a little safer now that I’ve made it this far. I know that sounds silly, but I’ve been waiting and waiting! (Now if things will just SLOW DOWN. With James I was ready for him to get here, this time around it is flying by so quickly!) I also really enjoyed our Thanksgiving trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5007319343043812330-4965582798191386618?l=laurenandeddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/feeds/4965582798191386618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5007319343043812330&amp;postID=4965582798191386618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4965582798191386618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5007319343043812330/posts/default/4965582798191386618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenandeddie.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-brother-at-29-weeks.html' title='Baby Brother at 29 Weeks'/><author><name>Lauren &amp;amp; Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09761829833232522912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTJIMuVaCrY/TcHFR4osakI/AAAAAAAAECw/Vs90Hf9g_J4/s220/224001_10100415966361920_4904038_61590320_6423643_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK68CrxC9H0/TtRFTZfIDlI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/mPqpb_XTScE/s72-c/29weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5007319343043812330.post-1028799685168848389</id><published>2011-11-28T17:03:00.061-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:27:45.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well...there is a LOT to say about our busy week! I don't have TONS of pictures, but I'll share what I have. I do have several from &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; Thanksgiving to share as well.&amp;nbsp;James had a great time and was (for the most part) a well-behaved boy while we were out of town. (Upon returning, however, he's been &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; grumpy. I've had to remind him over and over that Santa doesn't bring toys to little boys who aren't sweet. I sort of thought I might lose my mind over a nap battle this afternoon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Monday, November 21:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James and I went to Tifton to deliver Willow House. It was a super quick trip (we were home before 5:30!) but we had fun while we were there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfoJyD48gkc/TtQ7bWZJy7I/AAAAAAAAFGY/lKzzQ6quAp4/s1600/hat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfoJyD48gkc/TtQ7bWZJy7I/AAAAAAAAFGY/lKzzQ6quAp4/s640/hat.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;First stop: Grandmama and Granddaddy's to drop off Scout. A friend of Granddaddy's made James this hat and he LOVES it. He calls it his "Go Dawgs hat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbfXkn61n1A/TtQ7WtVnt3I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/bqffmz2PRi0/s1600/annacate.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbfXkn61n1A/TtQ7WtVnt3I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/bqffmz2PRi0/s640/annacate.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We stopped by to let James meet Miss Anna Cate for the first time. She's just over a month old and she's tiny but he makes her look big! He LOVED holding her in his "wap." He is very, very excited about a baby at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ob8M9JkXqhU/TtQ7fCYCinI/AAAAAAAAFGg/JFiqb41PAoc/s1600/pkg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ob8M9JkXqhU/TtQ7fCYCinI/AAAAAAAAFGg/JFiqb41PAoc/s640/pkg.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEI_1LWxTmY/TtQ7isxGUBI/AAAAAAAAFGo/7QszgqJ6Gwc/s1600/pillow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEI_1LWxTmY/TtQ7isxGUBI/AAAAAAAAFGo/7QszgqJ6Gwc/s640/pillow.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When we got home James had a package in the mailbox from Mrs. Meredith! He liked his reindeer pillow, but he LOVED the candy cane she put in the package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tuesday, November 22, 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had a doctor's appointment (already blogged about it last week) and Cacky came up to stay with James while I was there. Afterwards, we had lunch at Olive Garden and went to Hobby Lobby. We enjoyed spending the day with Cacky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wednesday, November 23, 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We planned to go to Atlanta tonight but delayed our plans and I'm SO glad that we did. It gave us one more night in our own beds and I was able to pack AND clean instead of just rushing around before Eddie got home from work. To occupy James, I put Santa's Surprise on TV. He LOVED it. This is a big, big tradition in our family. John had the VHS at Dad's house when we were little and he literally wore it out. I think it's really one of those cheap-o $5 movies you can pick up wherever, but it will be one we'll watch forever! (Excuse the mis-matched jammies at 4pm. I must've washed six loads of laundry Wednesday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuSWrkyBA4Y/TtQ7lrspVyI/AAAAAAAAFGw/JPPARK3JSKA/s1600/santa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuSWrkyBA4Y/TtQ7lrspVyI/AAAAAAAAFGw/JPPARK3JSKA/s640/santa.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thursday, November 24, 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We got up early Thursday morning to head to Atlanta. Of course, we mis-calculated our departure time by 35 minutes. We weren't able to leave until 9:35 and we arrived right around 11:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had a snack lunch and then walked next door to see the "baby doats." (Translation: Baby goats.) This was the first of about 200 trips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anna, Lance, and John were also at Dad and Laura's (John lives there, he just isn't always home when we're there) and we played a little wiffle ball before it was time for the Smith family to arrive. Hilarious. I think I shocked everyone (myself included) by actually hitting most of the balls pitched to me. I was a little bit tickled about it. (I only wish it was on video so that my mother-in-law could see it...she'll never believe me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBNHfXlT4k/TtP7R5TypiI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/kOycIxiiA6U/s1600/AnnaJames.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCBNHfXlT4k/TtP7R5TypiI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/kOycIxiiA6U/s640/AnnaJames.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ry9YO_cNarg/TtP7cVW2GWI/AAAAAAAAFFo/4k9fa9kv6Nw/s1600/batting.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ry9YO_cNarg/TtP7cVW2GWI/AAAAAAAAFFo/4k9fa9kv6Nw/s640/batting.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8kDvmhwR4iY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KloZECIOHOA/TtP7jdHmkpI/AAAAAAAAFFw/Svf4Sl_53R0/s1600/tractor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KloZECIOHOA/TtP7jdHmkpI/AAAAAAAAFFw/Svf4Sl_53R0/s640/tractor.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6n3DxJmGf0/TtP7mPbHs2I/AAAAAAAAFF4/d11OEdT8NDU/s1600/yeow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6n3DxJmGf0/TtP7mPbHs2I/AAAAAAAAFF4/d11OEdT8NDU/s640/yeow.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The Smith family arrived around 2 for lunch+dinner. Linner? We had a fun time visiting with them. We missed two this year and had a few extra non-family members come. I enjoyed talking and laughing with everyone and not chasing my child around. He was well taken care of, as you might imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When we wrapped Thanksgiving "linner" up, YaYa took James for a walk/nap and the rest of us vegged in front of the tv for the remainder of the evening. The boys slept off and on for several hours while football played in the background. I think they enjoyed themselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;James wanted everyone to wear an apron while we watched TV. Because we're suckers, we all did what he said. Poor Lance was given the girliest of all aprons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSgkjNxsVvY/TtQFk--ARMI/AAAAAAAAFGA/K88XWSAsk58/s1600/annalance.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSgkjNxsVvY/TtQFk--ARMI/AAAAAAAAFGA/K88XWSAsk58/s640/annalance.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Clgt4hdwXY/TtQFn_QaHpI/AAAAAAAAFGI/McPCqBYCIxo/s1600/apron.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="
