tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65039506867478381752024-03-05T22:43:18.584-05:00Veritable LifeWife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend.Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-8599410630394131522011-02-08T00:11:00.000-05:002011-02-08T00:11:58.296-05:00Abigail Kaydence, the life of a 5 year oldBeing 5 is so totally cool! Here is what you are up to.<br />
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You still talk like a New Yorker, your volume levels are Loud and Louder. The passion in your words, and the expressions of what you are needing to say, make it all worth every decibel above normal. You smile with your whole face. You love being talked to on your level, and when you talk...you expect the person/people you are talking to, to be paying attention. You eat slower than a turtle and are distracted by every moving thing at dinner. You take your time with things and don't like to be rushed. You are very particular about how things are placed, how clothes fit you, where Mommy puts things and what touches them. <br />
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You love to build things, you can build a tower out of cups, you can build a house out of marshmallows, you even built a building out of snow balls outside the other day. You enjoy putting puzzles together, playing Memory, PayDay, Monopoly. You are very creative and love making something out of nothing. You are an excellent student. You love K, and the different activities you do each day. I especially love when you come home and have a new song to sing with a cute little dance to go along with it (Hello Neighbor, Snowball fight, that silly Penguin one) It makes my day to see you so happy and excited to share with me. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scooter is your Buddy, he is your little baby that you will try to carry around with you. You are protective of him and worry anytime something is wrong with him, or he gets loose (which is often) and hyperventilate until Mommy chases him down. You will then not let him out of your sight for the next 24 hrs, and put him in a choke hold when anyone goes near a door. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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You really make Mommy and Daddy appreciate the little things with you. You do not show outward emotions, you are very stoic and strong like that. To get you to say I love you back to Mommy or Daddy is a very rare occasion. When you do say it, it is an amazing feeling. Not because you are repeating back words out of habit, but because for you to say it, you can tell you are really thinking about Loving us. I can almost see it in your eyes. You are very matter of fact with your words, you tell it like it is. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were at the dentist last Friday and on our way home you and Bella were talking about the importance of flossing. Bella said it is SOOOO important to floss, and then you said very matter of fact "Well flossing's not more important than not killing someone" What? Where did that come from? You just had to "one up" Bella and let her know that there are more important things to worry about besides flossing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Abigail you are such a sweet girl, you care so much about other people and will often worry about the ones you cannot help. You weigh 50lbs and love to show how strong you are. You make Mommy and Daddy stop and listen, you make us slow down, if even to just give you comfort in chaos. You my little lady, are one Incredible girl!</div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-26896119735410244072011-02-07T00:43:00.000-05:002011-02-07T00:43:20.164-05:00Sophia Rielle, life of a 2 year oldBeing 2 is tough! Here's what you are up to.<br />
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Potty training, which you have started on your own. Although Daddy thinks you're ready, Mommy does not. I think you are interested in parts of it, like how fast you can unravel a roll of toilet paper, and how many times you can flush the toilet before I catch you, or how quickly you can strip off all your clothes and diaper to proclaim to me (in the sweetest voice) that you want to pee on the potty! So there we sit, and wait...and wait. You have gone twice so far, but I think that was by coincidence. Yesterday, you stripped down, broke through the gate and went upstairs. You came back down a few minutes later and told Daddy that you pooped in Abby's room (Dayeee I poop Abby room) See Nick I told you she wasn't ready! <br />
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You will repeat almost anything, unless of course you are mad at someone asking you to say something. You will get on the phone and say "What up Dude" You sing songs, mainly lolli-lolli-lolli-POP, and Jingle Bells. You LOVE Go Diego Go, and Dora. The other night at dinner we were trying to get you to take a bite of the Homemade Chicken potpie, you kept pushing your bowl away saying "Yucky". I thought I would point out that Bella and Abby were eating like big girls, and you look at Daddy and say "Dayee eat big gurl"? We were all laughing so hard, which just made you say it even more. Now when you ask how Daddy eats, Sophie yells "like big Gurl"<br />
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Girlfriend, you have a Temper! When you are hurt, you don't just cry. You are MAD, only the person you go to for comfort can touch you. If anyone else even gets close, you growl and scream, and then start swinging, pinching, hitting, till they go away. Hard to believe that sweet little face can get so angry. <br />
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You love to climb on things. I have to flip our kitchen chairs onto the table everyday just so you won't drag them across the floor to whatever it is you want to get into. Some days it has been a drawer, one day it was the counter, one day it was the actual table where I found you trying to hang onto the light fixture above and swing. Yeah, they get put up now. Thank you very much! <br />
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You sleep with your bibi every night and for naps. You also now require 3 blankets to go to sleep. You have a favorite blankie, but really any 3 will do. For about 3 months now when you are laid down, you point to the back of your crib and say these 3 letters "a-b-a" Daddy and I tried to figure out what you were pointing to and thus figure out what you were saying, but we can't. We have no clue. We just decided to repeat the letters back to you a-b-a and that seems to suffice. We do however LOVE it, and it has become quite the routine to lay you down and make sure you say it before we walk out. <br />
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Sophia's words.<br />
Dook = Drink<br />
Yaya = Phone<br />
Buddy = Scooter<br />
Bibi = Pacifier<br />
Iggies = Toes<br />
JeeJoo = Julie E.<br />
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You weigh 24lbs, you love to be the center of attention. You have the most Beautiful Brown eyes, reminds me of my little sis (so does your temper) You are animated, enthusiastic, and full of energy. You gasp when you are trying hard to tell us something. You say Ahh or Uhh before you say anyones name "uhh mommy" We love everyday with you and what you will amaze us with. You are worth a million nights of going to bed exhausted. I love you sweet girl.Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-30547582492464475212011-02-01T14:34:00.000-05:002011-02-01T14:34:07.895-05:00Big GirlsI can't believe I have a 9 year old, a 5 year old, and a 2 year old. <br />
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To get all the 3 girls in one location, all somewhat looking at the camera, no one crying...was HARD! I think I have about 65 others that were lacking one of the requirements above.Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-28493882464146041332011-02-01T14:25:00.000-05:002011-02-01T14:25:38.703-05:00I need to be betterIt is so easy to log on here and type out the things I want to remember, but I don't. Why? So many things going on, not enough time, I would rather read the few blogs of others that I follow, I have 3 busy little girls, Sophia bangs on my computer if I even try to get on here during her waking hours, I need to wash my hair...see I am busy! <br />
But, I have decided now that I will make a better effort, and because I just typed that out, it's official. :)Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-89079250979933322592010-06-27T21:55:00.000-04:002010-06-27T21:55:54.806-04:00And the party pictures.Abby chose to have her Birthday party at a water park. We decided that was a GREAT idea, since last years party was a pool party at our house...whew that was some work.<br />
What was really cool was that you could rent the water park after they closed and the only people there were the ones you invited, plus 2 lifeguards on duty to watch the kids.<br />
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Abby on the slide when we first got there.<br />
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We were all forced under the pavilion for the Thunder and Lightning to pass so we opened gifts and had our cupcakes while the storm passed. I love Abby's face here, I wish I knew what she was opening...but Nick had the camera and didn't catch that part.<br />
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Ok, Bella's gift to Abby was complete with an empty water bottle that Bella had drank earlier than day, not sure why that was so funny, but it was. Don't believe me...check out Bellas face in the background, that was the beginning of a full on laugh attack.<br />
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This picture is interesting to me cause 1: I look really tan. 2: I look really skinny. 3: My boobs look huge. and I can put this here cause Nick and my BFF Heather are the only ones who see this blog. Ha.<br />
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Just a silly Bella smile.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then me and this girl, may have gone down the *kiddie* water slide together and had a little crash at the bottom and we may or may not have both lost our bottoms a little bit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But that's just a maybe, so we will assume that we didn't do such a thing!</div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-60860523200974558762010-06-14T15:49:00.000-04:002010-06-14T15:49:32.532-04:00Abigail's 5th BirthdayOk I think I finally have caught up on Birthday's...this is actually from this year :)<br />
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For my Abby girl,<br />
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The days pass before us and seem to go by so quickly, yet each day you make me find the time to see the beauty in who you are. When you were a baby I would imagine what you would look like, what you would act like, the personality you would have, who would you favor, would you be social, or would you be shy.<br />
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You are a beautiful little lady of which I could never imagine life without. You take a little bit to warm up to people you are not familiar with but once you do...watch out! You are full of life and OH SO LOUD, you make sure you have the attention of the person you are speaking to or showing something to. You have a very strong Jersey accent when you are passionate about what you are saying. You will break out in uncontrollable belly laughs that will have those around you laughing too. You love to cook, clean and help Mommy do things around the house. You love playing with your sisters and giving Bella and Sophia hugs. You love your Scoota boy and will carry him around the house sometimes (to his dislike) like he is your baby. You are a Daddy's girl for sure, when he walks in the door you are his from that moment till bed time. You ask me 1,356 times a day what time he will be home from work. You often ask (every night) why we have to have to go sleep every single day, but truth be told you would never make it all night even if you tried.<br />
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Happy 5th Birthday to my sweet, zesty little girl.<br />
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Love, MomJoanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-29103608720412768642010-06-14T15:30:00.000-04:002010-06-14T15:30:30.846-04:00Family<div>2009 was a year of many trials, many tears, many laughs and sweet cuddles, lots of emotions, plenty of illnesses, hospital stays, sleepless nights, an abundance of giggles and laughs, and always the comfort of each other which I am MOST thankful for.<br />
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<div>I was looking forward to a year of less of a few of those and that has been true so far. It has made us stronger as a family and made us appreciate one another, made us grow together, made us depend on the other for support, for love, and assurance.</div><br />
<div>Nick was my rock this past year and I am so Thankful we had the chance to grow together and connect in a way we never have before. I am Thankful he is my husband, Thankful he is my confidant, he can make me laugh, he is patient, he can put a smile on my face just by looking at me, Thankful he is the most wonderful father to our beautiful daughters, Thankful he understands me, is a hard worker, dedicated and driven, Thankful for who he is, and Thankful he completes who I am. </div><br />
<div>Our girls are growing into beautiful little ladies, and maturing in ways that amaze me. They make me laugh each day and my heart grows with love in amounts I could have never imagined.</div><br />
<div>I am so blessed to have my family.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Such a joy to be around, a love bug...not a cuddle bug, but definitely a love bug. Just the best little girl, so laid back, calm, peaceful. You have given us the easiest year. We kept thinking at some point you would certainly start to give us trouble, but nope. You are wonderful Sophia Rielle. You brought in your 1 year at 21lbs, a head full of bright red hair, beautiful brown eyes, and the biggest smile that could make your heart melt in a second. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are so thankful that you are ours.</span>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-79113386862360453852010-01-30T02:06:00.001-05:002010-06-14T15:33:13.220-04:00Isabella 8th BirthdaySo apparently you can't have started a post last year and forgotten (slacker) to publish it and have it be dumped into that days post. This was actually started in Isabella's 8th Birthday last year on December 19th.<br />
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I can't believe I just put 8 on there. I really feel like I am getting a little scared of this whole getting older thing, and I am not talking about me. I mean, each year there are more challenges, things that get easier, harder, make me pick and choose my battles, make me stop and think...wait, where did she hear THAT from, dig deeper...back off. So many choices.<br />
My straight A student, little girl of so many words and questions, so much love and attitude all given in the same day. The one who can still crawl in my lap and know I will hold her till she wants down. At 58lbs and coming to my shoulders you sure are growing sweet Angel.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess the slacker in me is getting what I deserve, cause I thought by starting a post on the same day I wanted that post to be would be sufficient, even though I never actually ever published it...or finished it either, but that doesn't matter. Just knowing I could start it, come back to it later and finish it would work good, but not so much. The Mocha post was started in Sept of last year :)</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok, so on to Christmas. We had snow on Christmas, which I know alot of people wish for. It wasn't much, but enough to make it beautiful and white outside. The girls were really into it this year. I think this will be the last year Bella believes in Santa. We had a whole discussion a few months ago when we were busted with the Tooth Fairy and bella said "hmmmm what else can I ask you about that's not real" then came the Santa question, we were honest, told her the whole Santa/Saint Nick story and explained everything. Sometime between then and Christmas she forgot all about it. I told Nick at one point I thought she was trying to trick us. It was like we never had "the talk", just vanished.</span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We tried to talk her out of it... for weeks. Every week on Mocha Monday Bella would beg, plead, cry, whine, get on her knees and say how much she would love it and how good it must be. How she would drink the whole thing and how happy it would make her...sooooo we caved. Nick and knew she would not like it, we tried telling her that...she does not exactly have a taste for things new should I say, she likes what she is used to and not really willing to try different. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The drink was bought, (not on a Monday) and she HATED it. Nick said she had to drink the whole thing since she begged so hard for it for so long, the look on her face said it all. She was not impressed and then questioned why people drink that stuff. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So here is my tribute to Mocha Monday!!</span>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-828640136714808712009-11-02T11:41:00.003-05:002009-11-02T11:53:38.146-05:00Halloween 09<div style="text-align: center;">It was such a perfect night, clear, beautiful, crisp weather. Sophia was not at all up to going out, so Soph stayed home with Nick and passed out candy to all the <i>polite, kind, sweet </i>children.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMsgr8sf4xLn-u9ILOCNVFOK1BAmR4C_PH6G1OkuEevuSVwoF-8-jmhMcRZJv0xYBmHr-98zzzSs6kgLKKOCQ_E_W6c8xfi5qAhoQvc5cCBqvS21aaKpAsCvbyI8IZqyvuzyb2RTzjjgGl/s320/10-8-09+104.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399549759155287602" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipixB8aOjUWPPxl0vRCZcewIQxk91Iv-_lEO1Wub3LrG6i0hdJfSXCSY8hbAxlTo2IP4UxmXwIt0qXh0jcagsbDMkw2FEF6FnWcYzncgb2kRzA46RAJx5oScTVI-2UxsfzUf0hBz-X1f_n/s320/10-8-09+132.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399549761224335634" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7VpOJxo8sqsI2DzGGhbXNJ7EGI_vRzpnp5RDkRWCYAV_1cQHj3gHg6HZOqsR7UFYA17CbLJoV0lKLcVwkaPH5KFm2qSrAJR-7_OybuyEAkIF7PUkSoNz2JG-jozo3DXp_USBJklbvp4b/s320/10-8-09+113.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399549766019158706" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVAOIPVeBGeMbfo-p7zGQjg49oMwTScJ1VjFHq14KrI_O-m3EEa82kQxWTDsY8s3FFnHHIiGjsB8vNm43nL1_0Kaxfd_zVYs8TukVz0Eo9Bmh1Ge04MAxE7DkF42teZ2isN_tlPDUfdCo/s320/10-8-09+116.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399549776268123122" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet little Fairies.</div></div></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-58479726047579584432009-10-14T10:48:00.003-04:002009-10-14T11:25:03.783-04:00Freezing in OctoberOh, it is so cold here right now. The high today is 49. This is so weird to me to be cold at this time of year. I knew it was going to be getting cold soon, but I feel like we totally skipped the fall weather, or maybe this is fall weather :) not sure about that one. I have been reading that this will be a very cold and snowy winter. The girls will love that for sure. I got out all the scarves, gloves, hats, snow boots etc. from last year. Unfortunately, they no longer fit who they are supposed to fit, so a winter shopping trip is in our very near future. <div><br /></div><div>I had the craziest, busiest day yesterday and had some thoughts that totally caught me off guard. I was non stop yesterday from the time my feet hit the floor. I was hope for maybe 30min total the entire day till 8pm and when I laid down last night thinking of how tired I was, I missed Sophia like crazy. I didn't get to hold her but for a few min, in between passing her off to other people (Mops, mimi, laying her down for a nap so I could run back out the door to take Abby to the doctor) and I was so sad that I didn't play with her at all yesterday, didn't get to see if she could take 5 steps instead of 4, didn't get to kiss her as much as usual, didn't cuddle with her, didn't lay on the floor while she climbed all over me. I know this is not the normal day for us, so not like it will be happening again soon, but still. I really truly missed her. SO much so, that I got my tired, exhausted, aching body out of bed and walked into her room so I could see her sleeping so peacefully one last time before I closed my own eyes. I was really surprised I felt this way after only a day of crazy chaos. I did vow to really and truly revel in her squishy, sweet babyness since this will be our last baby, so maybe missing a day of her set that off. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have been busy making the girls Halloween costumes and they will be ready soon. I am so excited to have accomplished this and before the deadline. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bella is doing so awesome in school and I am so proud of her, she is working so hard and it is showing in all her work. Our parent/teacher conference was awesome and she has all A's and 1 B. She loves Math, and Reading the most. She loves going to school and really looks up to the Teachers and staff there. I could not be more proud or happy for her. I think how fortunate we are to not be dealing with any issues with school work right now, or her hating to go to school, or just not applying herself how she should. I know there are many children who struggle with this and for that I am thankful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Abby is still Abby. She has good days, bad days. She is my little strong minded, my way or no way child. She likes to put together puzzles, play hide and seek, her favorite number is 4 cause that's how old she is and will tell you in a minute, she also thinks she needs 4 of everything. Abby showed her very strong willed self off at the bust stop this morning. 30 something degrees outside 7am standing on the street corner with neighbors, Abby decides to take off the white jacket I gave her, throw it on the wet ground and proceed to stand there and scream about how cold she is while wearing a Miami Dolphins cheerleading outfit (and not the Midwest possibly warm version) I am talking the tank top/skirt version, while holding an umbrella and refusing to put the jacket back on. How hard is it to behave for 4min while we walk Bella to the bus stop. We have been talking and praying for the homeless adults and children lately at night and Abby is especially concerned for them. Asking how they eat, where they sleep, why they don't have a house, etc. So yesterday Abby decides she will ask Santa to bring her a Dora tent, with a blanket and pillow and she will give it to the kids who sleep outside so they can have a house. Then she goes "dat work mama right? Dose kids will weally like that huh?" She is so sweet and caring, when you catch her at the right time :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Sophia is taking steps, and she has 2 teeth that are starting to come in...finally. Bella and Abby both got their first teeth at 6m and Soph just wants to take it at her own pace. She is all over the place, crawling, pulling up, taking a few steps before falling back, or sometimes forward. I was hoping she would not walk for a while longer and would stay little forever and ever, but I know that is not happening, plus with her bug sisters walking all around her, I knew it would be no time before she figured it out. Still taking 2 naps for the most part of a normal day. Sleeping through the night most of the time. Eating like crazy and just being happy and smiley and giving lots of kisses and raspberries to most people. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-48084770565172304742009-09-21T09:14:00.003-04:002009-09-21T09:26:37.535-04:00Family...<div>It is so hard to find any pictures of us all together.</div><div><div>The days pass quickly, the months fly by and the years seem to pass with the blink of an eye.</div><div>I know all too soon, our girls will be young ladies, they will be independent and on their own and Nick and I will look back and wonder where the time went.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OLyOOqAZKifO3fDoSLS1AgupSZ7Zm1NlNcKkTdixhjj1Jqd9FvLVuCx9v5P7SjHfyWi0iWjgMI63OUskRPxvwgrDrYWi38EW5ZAhNZml0v7hb0V7G095e_w5PT5hqPb2SO_z5XHqgyQE/s1600-h/IMG_0776.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OLyOOqAZKifO3fDoSLS1AgupSZ7Zm1NlNcKkTdixhjj1Jqd9FvLVuCx9v5P7SjHfyWi0iWjgMI63OUskRPxvwgrDrYWi38EW5ZAhNZml0v7hb0V7G095e_w5PT5hqPb2SO_z5XHqgyQE/s320/IMG_0776.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383910266953546866" /></a>They will be strong women, who stand up for who and what they believe in.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v-fa3wnfC5FZuofya8y3tvIxV53Z7rgQp4JAqWUUDo4outqvLrGqSeQYwNkGnjUjvDaVKZrVRH5SIChD4ocl15kHQm6Bb2UDpQReYEOaocwfG6b0s9k1dnbKofmWOX4mHSsTtXSZB2vl/s1600-h/IMG_0899.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2v-fa3wnfC5FZuofya8y3tvIxV53Z7rgQp4JAqWUUDo4outqvLrGqSeQYwNkGnjUjvDaVKZrVRH5SIChD4ocl15kHQm6Bb2UDpQReYEOaocwfG6b0s9k1dnbKofmWOX4mHSsTtXSZB2vl/s320/IMG_0899.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383910252733138914" /></a>We will give them every bit of knowledge we have and teach them to learn from every mistake made.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxlLFi8ASTAamgpH_qbn57hnPX1Ak-iQ7BL-uuZMuoYru5xcybVEUYBKkXoUSRsspdDAt9Sdlu0K2oEbRGrRaV-D2XrFFoavpWtgskyPweGO3a9kw4R8WmCCZgl0khQX6Wi-C8qSibMAn/s1600-h/IMG_1161.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxlLFi8ASTAamgpH_qbn57hnPX1Ak-iQ7BL-uuZMuoYru5xcybVEUYBKkXoUSRsspdDAt9Sdlu0K2oEbRGrRaV-D2XrFFoavpWtgskyPweGO3a9kw4R8WmCCZgl0khQX6Wi-C8qSibMAn/s320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383910238342018850" /></a>They will have learned to love each other and will have close relationships with one another.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOnhTFW5cnx-G-Q6AT-W9XV7XqO7wUygZwPVW7C7DRllEGLGrrwv42WrVx3LsJAoh8Mh36hDY1S80YbxNX6fKEA8v8oN58QajIeooU2hX7PK-8arBrMlAZ1W_DwufG6arh-p-4sMEPOze/s1600-h/IMG_1128.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOnhTFW5cnx-G-Q6AT-W9XV7XqO7wUygZwPVW7C7DRllEGLGrrwv42WrVx3LsJAoh8Mh36hDY1S80YbxNX6fKEA8v8oN58QajIeooU2hX7PK-8arBrMlAZ1W_DwufG6arh-p-4sMEPOze/s1600-h/IMG_1128.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOnhTFW5cnx-G-Q6AT-W9XV7XqO7wUygZwPVW7C7DRllEGLGrrwv42WrVx3LsJAoh8Mh36hDY1S80YbxNX6fKEA8v8oN58QajIeooU2hX7PK-8arBrMlAZ1W_DwufG6arh-p-4sMEPOze/s320/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383910216670542866" /></a>They will not be afraid to love and be loved.<br /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRbABlodZteAHSVvKCZU8xbUnAbT0aXLsNjObQQHVdGss3-poTGj6wgxtpZtgdCICBqRqcG6jHo26X0pjI3tReZ5dSe6Kj3qgLD3-hFuD-rh0vBx5i-ClzMGs__WPs-Tyyjx4pkIh6nPq/s320/9-16-09+002.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383910199169871218" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Best of all, Nick and I will have taught them, raised them, loved them. </div></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-50745538125669604972009-09-07T11:43:00.006-04:002009-09-07T12:00:03.105-04:00Abby and the great Soccer adventure.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seeing Abby play soccer is so fun for Nick and I. The best part is she is wearing shorts and a shirt, which never...and I mean never happens. She looks so freakin cute in her shorts and shin guards and her hair pulled back. She plays her little heart out. She runs after the ball and focuses so hard on getting it through the goal.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't you just see the determination in her eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The focus of this girl, I tell ya!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUFC6_P6V0FzL3N2hdWq_h0VRr7JyolmXl7WBgOtWRTrj4icXEMOAMXmihcl75zxdWj_PXJmjE2M0peoOMUrTi894KUa5wljVpGGlGiXFZt717rIBHVkMr51gNR4xk3L3mQGeDI0DD7HQ/s320/IMG_1119.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378753606688364482" /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Abby wants to be a chicken, Abby wants to be a duck...quack, quack, quack...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZRAzxFELTco4DfSjO2u1JtdgPfnyc_rXVOzaTxMzpPaj_kBMmkuab_gUi6A9rI0H4w28t5clFhdr7I3P7EypE0uLnBLSsGnhVu63uiGt9o3kQXFaV63tkih1FZ1f9hXtdndWDHwxXXMw/s320/IMG_1117.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378753599524985842" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, now were getting there baby. Go Abby go!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLyX0rekOdjwRQ-2igx_n9srGfquGtCvdquemrmL9xUpE70zODciJ7x5ZRyhi1Acf10uEn9_gH-eSQHkBK1VJriKeLUMxswUZCCnkNkiRA-VhuUJQEgIaGHlu5wiZnyLNs709RMi20fBg/s320/IMG_1109.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378753573055668642" /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">You amaze us everyday Abby, and we could not be more proud of you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyo1G4TAEVlO_K-sD5i_NJKDg_FQRiYv7y_-mYXnuLZSSVxmCaiHLH9Zw21K_gfT0_1wimPyCeAkhK5QfcOWuVWEu_tLW-efxjaNpGNUCQ2aEzbZL3L9Ue8IzM0NmTlxtv4bhe-JZQIMk/s320/IMG_1116.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378753584645130290" /><div>She takes many breaks for a drink, but she needs the sugar while she is running for 1 hour non stop, so we don't say anything about that to her, and her coach understands she needs it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Now I would not say she is without her moments of not paying attention, because clearly she is, but at 4, I think she has done incredible. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-37505649640930695652009-09-06T23:14:00.004-04:002009-09-21T09:14:49.207-04:00Isabella at 3 years old<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXM2uD6zZpzPo8jIJiekYpuyz2cS97KJNQsaQI5Vz1Vwk-SkulP89aOjO-9zy70DHWIK40I0z4tH-5gPODFAQJ8dt9sSZPet9jr9gdlC7FfwVcMLEik5iQKlk5nt3fAEdWAlpB2myMFyxn/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXM2uD6zZpzPo8jIJiekYpuyz2cS97KJNQsaQI5Vz1Vwk-SkulP89aOjO-9zy70DHWIK40I0z4tH-5gPODFAQJ8dt9sSZPet9jr9gdlC7FfwVcMLEik5iQKlk5nt3fAEdWAlpB2myMFyxn/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378758178972604802" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1Y0vlBdXV4TB5SZnzUv7HZ4-fjgWVnSJpxNO-zlvfaWyRo9ashZDVs7Vv51EQ0rEW-s7IAdOh2LJ0OMGG13hyphenhyphen-Ofp4gqIIgsrCaYpJ_EnHEgDu802mKnrCuyfSBMWf_TNsING6GhWGPS/s1600-h/IMG_2097.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1Y0vlBdXV4TB5SZnzUv7HZ4-fjgWVnSJpxNO-zlvfaWyRo9ashZDVs7Vv51EQ0rEW-s7IAdOh2LJ0OMGG13hyphenhyphen-Ofp4gqIIgsrCaYpJ_EnHEgDu802mKnrCuyfSBMWf_TNsING6GhWGPS/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378758170557979186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPaJieB9zpgQpwgmQUwAlXDbPjppBjVwzuSHSp4r4GI8xPkRi2UZDTjoRvlHH1xmScx0lIK6GAMXONXc8hnblIiygBM0zYSE8ga6D4RkraIm9tmK5trspSCKDN-GW3xZKsU6ZLUuD3Oft/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPaJieB9zpgQpwgmQUwAlXDbPjppBjVwzuSHSp4r4GI8xPkRi2UZDTjoRvlHH1xmScx0lIK6GAMXONXc8hnblIiygBM0zYSE8ga6D4RkraIm9tmK5trspSCKDN-GW3xZKsU6ZLUuD3Oft/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378758158503997650" /></a><br />Having a moment of looking back at when you were 3. So cute and fun.Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-92112025811697954572009-08-28T09:43:00.005-04:002009-09-06T23:11:22.489-04:00Sophia 8 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWc6T4fAK1949tt8PekOGU5lfIQzuG_Y2NC4qG-XYH8Ys3-uIbvmXkuh02zuuFYXUTtpijW5X7ruR11kZdv6jIlNLa-4EiKY8Rd53vN07Aji8jC-nYBipDdn3t5-OMOCrfyqxo8FMoLX7c/s1600-h/IMG_1072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWc6T4fAK1949tt8PekOGU5lfIQzuG_Y2NC4qG-XYH8Ys3-uIbvmXkuh02zuuFYXUTtpijW5X7ruR11kZdv6jIlNLa-4EiKY8Rd53vN07Aji8jC-nYBipDdn3t5-OMOCrfyqxo8FMoLX7c/s320/IMG_1072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378557158785083522" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>What a sweet baby you are. 20lbs 27in long and the fattest little thighs I have seen. You have started to army crawl, you are hesitant to go from sitting to crawling as I think you feel you will tip over and face plant on the rug...which has happened so the feeling is valid. You say "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">daddadadadadadada</span>" but no sign of mama yet. You babble and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">squeal</span>. You love peek a boo, patty cake, and "Sophie come out and play with me" You will flail those little arms at any sign of that song. </div><div>You are sleeping through the night and have been for some time now. You take 2 naps, one about 2 to 3 hours after you wake up and then another in the later afternoon for about 45min. You are a creature of comfort and love routine. You will only sleep in your crib and on 2 occasions have you fallen asleep elsewhere. Daddy says you fell asleep on his chest once a few months ago, but until I see proof we will count the 2 times you slept on the floor in the middle of playing. You have not been much of a sleeper on other people. You like and want your own space when sleeping and I can't blame you *ahem <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bella</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">abby</span>, you hear that...mommy want her own space*</div><div>You smile at everyone especially men. You have a thing for their voices I would like to believe. You are so much fun and I am thankful everyday to have you as our daughter, to be blessed with such an easy going little girl, that just loves to have someone look at her and smile.</div><div>I love you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">soph</span>, pebbles, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nana</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fifi</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1maXdH_7T3iqzPKwcaADe6ckaaBEt9bEIHcukLFPREMLwecYbwQGlATncnSkVup83hqSX21OAqbOGl22MqX9y0192yQN22JoWXNwMmmg01Zd30YOSl9uJZmWaMYdo-1tAy6ShqLz6kRLT/s320/IMG_1070.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378557147702642258" /></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-65174426929693264832009-08-28T09:23:00.003-04:002009-09-06T22:52:17.116-04:00Happy Birthday yaya!!I wish I was there to wish you a Happy Birthday in person, to give you a card and gift with my hands, to hug you super tight...cause I know you like that best haha. Being far away is so hard when Birthday's and Holidays come around. I would want nothing more than to be there with you today to celebratate your 28th. <div>I love you Yaya.</div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-56963413647573624052009-08-21T10:41:00.006-04:002009-09-06T22:50:23.571-04:00Abby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9ZZfHldhvcNXz6uKIFlLau21VzsUrV_upyfSKBGRsHmWzsP2w1n1uUzVeRjIX5lHj7UhWg7XIW1QcFXy7OTsKNmlG4k-JOGcY-wA6LfCsiyVHb-UPQirlpT1PmywHhOBYcLnsRxdMd-P/s1600-h/IMG_1085.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9ZZfHldhvcNXz6uKIFlLau21VzsUrV_upyfSKBGRsHmWzsP2w1n1uUzVeRjIX5lHj7UhWg7XIW1QcFXy7OTsKNmlG4k-JOGcY-wA6LfCsiyVHb-UPQirlpT1PmywHhOBYcLnsRxdMd-P/s320/IMG_1085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378552358975094402" /></a><br />Oh the dealings with Abby just don't seem to get any easier.<div><br /></div><div>Woke up on August 1st and was sick, throwing up and blood sugar dropping quickly. I called the Doctor and they said to head to the hospital. We got there and started her on IV fluids and gave her sugars. Her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ketones</span> were high and sugar was low. Her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">heart rate</span> was fast and her body was done fighting. They decided to admit us and watch her over night, which seems to be what always happens. She is not stable enough to bring home. We stayed for 2 days and during that time she had an X-ray, lots of blood drawn to try to pinpoint the reason it keeps happening. No luck on any test results. She had some rather frightening rectal bleeding while we were there that no one could find a reason for. A week later, all blood results are within normal ranges for the most part.</div><div>Then on August 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>, Abby came downstairs and collapsed on the kitchen floor. She was not responding to me and when she would try to open her eyes, they would roll back in her head. I took her blood sugar and it was 38. I moved her to the couch and immediately went into the kitchen to find anything with sugar in it. Abby was awake but not moving or talking to me at this point, so I gave her a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Popsicle</span> and a piece of candy to suck on and a glass of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Gatorade</span>. I put a call in to the Doctor in which they called back within minutes. The Doctor expressed her concerns with this happening so closely and seems to be getting worse. She wanted to call some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Endo</span> docs and see what they wanted to do and call me back. While I was waiting, I got her blood sugar up to 50. At this point she began to throw up. In between throwing up I was still giving sugars to try to maintain her. </div><div>The Doctor called back again and said a team of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Endocrinologist</span> were waiting for her at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Children's</span> hospital and to head there. </div><div>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Endo</span> docs basically said our best chance at treating this is to do preventative measures. I got 2 machines to test her with at home. Her blood <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ketones</span>, and her blood sugars. We also have to give her 5Tbs or raw corn starch at night before bed. We found the best way to do this is to mix it with Chocolate milk. We have narrowed it down to the part of her body failing her. While she is sleeping her body tries to maintain her blood sugars by grabbing onto her stored sugars and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">carbs</span> from previous meals. Well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Abby's</span> body does not store any...so it starts breaking down other things it is not supposed to. Which in turn makes her body produce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ketones</span>, after so many produce her body goes into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ketoacidosis</span>. Well the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Ketoacidosis</span> makes her throw up. So all this time we were thinking she was getting a virus and it was making her throw up and drop her blood sugars, when actually she is dropping those sugars at night and by the time she is waking up she is already in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Ketoacidosis</span> phase and that is making her throw up. So we had it all backwards. </div><div>Now that we better understand what her body is doing, we are doing our best to prevent it from happening. The Raw corn starch releases slow amounts of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">carbs</span> into her body through the night and allows her to maintain a semi steady stream of blood sugar. This has proven to be effective so far. We have had only 2 days of low blood sugar and 2 days of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ketones</span> in her blood in the last 11 days or so. </div><div>For me though, I don't feel like it is good enough. I want to know what is causing it, and what long term effects it will have, and how long it will last. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Endo</span> docs said there is 500 metabolic disorders it can be and testing can for all these can be exhausting. Their biggest concern is Abby slipping into a coma while she is sleeping from low blood sugar and us not knowing.</div><div>Abby has since started losing her hair, she has 3 balding spots on the top of her head and no one can tell us why. I just feel in my heart there is something more that is being over looked or missed.</div><div>I just wish we had a better answer.</div><div><br /></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-61754202341732787902009-08-16T08:20:00.003-04:002009-08-16T10:34:55.093-04:00My Best Friend...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigce3xwDUNuMRHUsZC-sBEp7vppAKwYhnWE4AS3KMPFRv0d1m_ypfFHIPBOWxO0YtZ1WZb1Hy5UC32AaGU-nVFn7sYhlbHOM1MH2d5jIHtCJ7XyriRiTKeee39FbGoahGUbr1MC7g7oqkQ/s1600-h/Picture+2266.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigce3xwDUNuMRHUsZC-sBEp7vppAKwYhnWE4AS3KMPFRv0d1m_ypfFHIPBOWxO0YtZ1WZb1Hy5UC32AaGU-nVFn7sYhlbHOM1MH2d5jIHtCJ7XyriRiTKeee39FbGoahGUbr1MC7g7oqkQ/s320/Picture+2266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370569800860570210" /></a><div>Is getting married!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am beyond thrilled for her, maybe even a little too much so. She asked me to be her Maid of honor and I am so excited. I am sad I am so far away from her right now though, I want to be there for all the little events, trying on dresses, looking at venues etc. I wish I could be there to see her beautiful face when she finds the perfect dress and just knows it, that moment will stay with you forever, I want to calm her through the frustrating things that will pop up throughout this planning period (that you are dreading). I would want nothing more than to be right next to her and support her and give her everything she needs. </div><div>What an exciting time this is.</div><div>Most importantly I would tell her all the details will fall into place and although it may seem like forever away it will be here before she knows it and , the most important part of this whole thing is marrying the man of your dreams. Going to bed every night and knowing you are with your Best Friend (I know I am not numero uno anymore and that is ok with me), sharing your day, your dreams, and knowing he will be there and do anything for you. Spending your days forever with the one you love is a feeling that can never be taken from you. </div><div>The path to a dream is paved with sacrifices and lined with determination, and although it has many stumbling blocks along the way and, may go in more than one direction, it is marked with Faith. It is traveled by belief and courage, persistence and hard work. It is conquered with a willingness to face challenges and take chances, to fail and try again, and again. Along the way, you may have to confront doubts, setbacks, and unfairness. But when the path comes to an end, you will find that there is no greater joy than making your dreams comes true. </div><div>Heather, My heart is filled with such love for you and David it is crazy. He treats you like I would wish he would, he gives you what I would hope and pray for you to have, he loves you like I would want you to be loved. You have changed so much since being with David and I can honestly say it is all good changes. My eyes fill with tears even as I write this cause I am so incredibly happy and proud of you (and cause I'm emotional). I love you so much, and wish nothing but wonderful things for you. You have been there for me for everything, and I know I could call you at anytime and say I needed you and you would be there, even from far away. I know you also know I would do the same for you.</div><div>I miss you!! </div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-52189548192220465662009-07-15T23:03:00.003-04:002009-07-15T23:38:28.772-04:00Another tripI just returned from a very long and much needed trip to FL. The girls and I packed up the car and just left...all decided within a couple hours.<div>Our life has been anything BUT normal since moving here. Starting with my pregnancy, moving at 32 weeks. The complications that arose from that, starting with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sophia's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NICU</span>, trouble breathing, blood sugars, high CBC, 2 days of antibiotics, heart murmur. Then on to me, stroke in my eye, incision coming open. After returning home being very ill, having to go back in for IV fluids, then being dropped off on Christmas day alone at an ER while Nick came home with the 3 girls, blood pressure sky high, I was given pain med after pain med, my sister talking me though everything they were doing and ordering. Then being given a combination of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">meds</span> to take the next week together, only to find out later (after not waking for 2 days) that those 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meds</span> should never be taken together and could be lethal. </div><div>April this year Abby got sick and had to be hospitalized and was diagnosed recently with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ketotic</span> hypoglycemia, I am thankful it was not some of the more permanent things they were discussing, but none the less something that still needs to be monitored carefully, and could potentially be very dangerous.</div><div>Bella has had some very private things happen and she is now in counseling. Things that have rocked our family so hard we are unsure some days how to cope.</div><div>Sophia needs her eye surgery, which hopefully will be simple.</div><div>2 Fridays ago our dog scooter got sick, he was acting all funny and crying and not eating. I took him to the vet and they did some x-rays and see all these masses in his intestines that she believed to be cloth. He needed emergency surgery now and would not live 12 to 24 more hours. She gave us the option to put him to sleep, heavily sedate him and let him die at home or do this surgery. They surgery quote went up to 1900.00 dollars. Then he needed after care at an Animal Hospital which was going to be anywhere from 600 to 900 dollars. Just insane. We obviously did the surgery, we had the money and Scooter is not just a dog to us, but a family member. The girls would be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">devastated</span> if anything happened to him. So they do they surgery and he ate a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">freakin</span> bib...a whole bib...he chewed it and everything. Guess I now know where that one went. The cloth was acting as a barrier in his intestines not letting anything pass. He only weighs 7lbs so there was no way that thing was going anywhere. The worse part was she saved it for me to see...puke.</div><div>Nick goes to work the next Monday and was fired. Need I even say more. We uplifted our whole family for this company, the hell we have been through since living here. Nick had given every ounce of his being to this company. He on several occasions put this company ahead of our own family. He gave his heart and soul into everything he did. Our family and this Company Nick protected, their best interest was always put ahead and thought of before decisions were made. Then to fire him? Going on 9 years. Moving our family here, the sacrifices, personal and financial we made. The stress and pressure our marriage has endured since moving here are insurmountable. What our little girls have been through is not even fair. How could anyone treat someone like this. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Seriously</span>? I would not wish what we have been dealt on my worse enemy. The things we have been tested with.</div><div>SO I left, I packed up the girls and started driving on Tuesday June 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> and got to FL on Wed July 1st. I just had to get out of this house, out of this city. </div><div>Nick stayed behind with his mom. He had lots of things to take care of, and running away is not really his forte like mine is apparently :) While we were gone his mom fell in our laundry room and broke her wrist in 2 places I guess and needs surgery...tomorrow actually. Will this end.</div><div>I got back this Sunday July 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span> in the wee house of the morning. </div><div>The girls were incredible on our little journey, they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">really</span> were the best little travelers I could have ever asked for. </div><div>Now I am home and trying to get back to our new normal. Whatever that may be, I guess we will figure it out. We are going to be OK and we are not moving back to FL, we are holding on tight and trying our best to hold it together.</div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-27340599621601953662009-06-25T23:17:00.002-04:002009-07-15T23:03:08.801-04:00Sophias eye surgery scheduled.For July 17th, it should be a simple procedure. They are probing her eye and cutting away scar tissue and cartlidge. If there is a problem and it is still not draining properly they will put a little tube in place that will run through her and eye and out her nose allowing drainage for 6 weeks to 6 months. I hope and pray she will have the simpler part of this procedure, for all things in my life right now that need to be normal I need this to go smoothly. For her own recovery she needs this.Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-16884727074697876102009-06-22T09:59:00.003-04:002009-06-26T13:08:49.347-04:00Happy 4th Birthday Abby<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3K0-yJX6-Q_or3rKkwNCZn13wfS2oWSF33iBtBcoeyOHta_dgSCnCA32STSs_xfV7KNc0nR-Ui2wKxyP4q96klgxiQ05WbJ-kAtH50ImrpO-RPeQF6hQ5Dex87YGvwPRxDye52k_4AXU/s320/IMG_0617.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351674136133535858" />Oh sweet Abby girl. I can't believe how the time has flown since the day you were born. What a little lady you have become, and such a sparkly one too. The things you say and do every day are so entertaining. Your sense of humor, your jokes, and that contagious laugh you have...oh how I love that laugh, so hearty and deep.<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwqvie05F-NikXTL9IJojebaRh8gYBKalMQLgaMn_m1F03u73MqmDVdUbofTOriQlZPbDXS8xT54AuWngfuMF8s762S_l4zuwhXNiMCF3nK9_JMl60JZIR4_vuspfebgvWKO3OJFw5OF7/s320/IMG_0623.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351674145233787442" />You amaze me and daddy everyday.</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62scPDUAYZ3qfp3_LtASGlbEf2bzMAvnsbJYoGkLGQ-G3Xwn4p5T0SsgmopH1LZP5Aqqxpg018HQrKuCIhoeyqmLDqu8ZVgmyK3dhH8-IzgiD99j-jKV7WAoMZ3J49jxpoJWiazaB2qPl/s320/IMG_0644.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351674153449261986" /><div style="text-align: center;">We love you sweet baby!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvCZwh0JNzhuORg6Rn0R31qss6m2M0FPPU5NNGo9vhDa0qbM1IyfFM6jyo2IGiCTMmGkCR23xmxMDGcD143uiPRnkcSaxNtVRVFzd4qJTCFOx9-1Q-soihBxPqVdxRFuB6yt_s8lLq__i/s320/IMG_0634.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351674137371120610" /></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-6801109126176526052009-06-21T18:41:00.004-04:002009-06-23T15:02:44.669-04:00Happy Fathers Day!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfyrgqBIDonEEYR_kknUAWC1nGyGaL1crTV9LwtPP5sVtSwn69pXFVIJggVJKS-OgC2KBlr-x4UdLxmnmeLag5prwZksI3T__jCW11A2Z54akSXTM32BwI9cCywAjm1TMsAyxGW0qoMZ3/s1600-h/IMG_0343.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfyrgqBIDonEEYR_kknUAWC1nGyGaL1crTV9LwtPP5sVtSwn69pXFVIJggVJKS-OgC2KBlr-x4UdLxmnmeLag5prwZksI3T__jCW11A2Z54akSXTM32BwI9cCywAjm1TMsAyxGW0qoMZ3/s320/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350598467824737442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">To the most amazing, dedicated, loving, caring father anyone could ask for.</div><div><br /></div><div>You amaze me every day. The girls have your heart and their hearts are yours. I can't wait to see how your relationships strengthen as you grow together with our daughters. I know they will run to you when Mommy says no, kinda like they do now. I know they will want your protection at times and at other times I am sure they will think you are too strict and need to lighten up. They will probably not like either of us at some point in teen hood, but will always remember when you used to fly them to bed, the tickle monster, the synopsis on sports for each season, the never ending hugs and kisses, the little jokes we have, and the dates every month with special one on one daddy time. These are memories you are instilling in them, memories they will always have, moments of happiness. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4383Y9Ie-CbDZ1y1i5P1SQq4Nmxp2kDGc79FPJKAVWvv3qeZzmcfkHfNRIZnfYa-K95msQofMvi8IUu6u9MXHg0H5OdOs6QkmkBHIMIFTnouabVyoBLYe5ErGTg-S4XXSbiEdcUReRAv/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350598461420782370" />Thank you, for being the father you are, the daddy-o, the play time super-hero. We love you.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVQmiogRmLdw0rxZFE_2yAsrmaFIgSSAphfxF4gvH5ZkgLK8pQYOJKu6DPshDNX48m40jeTkjYdJA_YJSooSjdyFoSbRT7PZ5VVuhYQBWBjmW7OSEGElGgdxJdOR-DgjhD3eKb3cUFH21/s320/03-20-2009+119.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350598456314487218" /></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503950686747838175.post-41845185372577329862009-06-20T22:53:00.008-04:002009-06-23T14:43:51.038-04:00Memorial weekend trip to Atlanta...<div style="text-align: center;">Oh what fun we had.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kliY0uDaWKzqY7tGchxTh4z6pOdIzgrFLq5Pdiw3FYN-QAbA0FDpbmkFC6b1MkVpYM7IfWr3-IeqRjRE9CeOaseZM7Hox72gYgu0a31OOi5JnGBSQUmp9ElbulAwhqlVMiBnmLnfw0Yk/s320/IMG_0534.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350588182965026258" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>It started out with an 8hr and 45 min car ride by myself to get there. It was pure bliss, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">seriously</span> just me, Nicks car and an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ipod</span>. Wonderful. I have never taken off on my own this far and was a little apprehensive at first. This was a huge deal for me to do, it took <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">alot</span> of talking myself in to. Nick and I have always been together when we have traveled, and he has always been the one behind the wheel. I hate driving in unfamiliar places, and navigating my way around traffic in places I am not confident, now I am so confident, knowing I could drive a long distance by myself and actually find my way and not be scared.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span>, so my actual purpose of driving to Atlanta was my cousin Patrick's wedding. My little sis Cris, and my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">BFF</span> Heather were also meeting me there. They were driving up from FL and I was driving down from MO. Talk about excited, I was like a little kid in a candy store.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthHsT6Ug7kQIQxEefOPDGTpOPk84tffvRaYiSo5VuBnTsWJfYXmIh65PYLlad9YyskpslrkdvtakDTu9EIk-Og4ni-l0lnoPHnpb21aKlTY0TJJHF_dTSbzvenWtugOOxD7QS-mlcwbYo/s320/IMG_0467.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350588163953744994" /></div><div>We all woke up very tired Saturday morning...not naming any names...but some of us didn't want to wake up at all *ahem* </div><div>We had breakfast and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IHOP</span>, which was not the easiest to find. We had the best server that any of us admittedly have ever had, he was so much fun, and I even asked if he could come home with me...jokingly of course, and he responded maybe a little to seriously with a yeah.</div><div>After breakfast we took a ride over to Urgent care, and deciding heather was in fact going to live, so we continued our day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday night we planned for dinner and drinks at Bahama Breeze, where I ate way too much. So yummy. My cousins met up with us and had some drinks and talked.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QB7JdfernOS8tRK3wvu52PIQ9pTfUAtSku8wdatHTnGUkuZ4AfCwqym1nE8sbhpoNrq6ZF4wZLDD1FbQPchbUj3CgRZzBOgd6l4TgSl8u5ksorSmok8S_X4Hdf5qplnDrVNSStWvutTp/s320/IMG_0473.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350588171166210578" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEQQ6hQYvUctZSNhbX7E9dEooN0424padoNCsgCQb2GHfBmLb_9U8HElpwVFhtAUa5uufUnmh5BQkxYvarDpiSZ5wTPoC8h8rP_uf-5kI0EhCCcihGoWVelTzuYGCk42CSEkY_B_AH0S9/s320/IMG_0478.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350591401787927106" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>There was this *older* lady that was hilarious. She had no reservations about getting out on the dance floor. She was a little tipsy. She was very energetic. She was a little annoying to other guests, and was the topic of quite a few laughs...except Heather, she felt sorry for her. Anyway, here she is in the pink. At some point she got a hold of someones Boa and was wrapping it around random peoples necks and doing a semi dance for them...picture that.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRH2nbSPKlOGFbgJJ8FYUjwBUkzhopQe1JDfTMO5ZD7e_nmsZe6Ggrc6SphDllKQwDHh8SjYzNgsDou85ezf8f0B46VobTwG03GycXhD2kYyx_Dpa_NJw7STF0-i75uiYDjjoDQwAKjxUU/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350591412924062162" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sunday was the wedding. It was in the afternoon and was a tad bit hot, reception following. The people making/preparing the food were a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tidge</span> questionable, so Heather, Cris and I skipped on that one, with a long ride of travel ahead of us for the next day, a stomach bug was the last thing we needed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX6A4hqHds1VXf92HctMDjOyeSsarXLrJgQYmh5AJdkK1coTDekNgDjZOCPDKPxokdJuifwwbc-tbMh4ojdvMFW_frj1hZf9jpqjTo4aW9U4wXC_BM_JidNcUjsWgd7B_i6ZkpqRdXlS1/s320/IMG_0518.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350591418880541234" /><div style="text-align: left;">All in all a fantastic trip. I miss my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">BFF</span> Heather, that was the first time we have seen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">each other</span> in 8 months. Hopefully with her Brothers wedding and our trip were planning for Thanksgiving we will get together sooner. </div></div></div>Joanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07166346976444402119noreply@blogger.com2