tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85184660912851442032024-02-18T21:39:55.234-08:00The Paslay 3Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-7070357365413354102013-01-21T18:36:00.000-08:002013-01-21T18:36:19.164-08:00Getting into the Routine<br />
I feel like we needed a vacation from our two week Christmas "Sickcation." Ha! I think it took us a week after we got home to get back in the swing of things and get back into any sort of routine. I am not the most structured person to begin with, so throw me in vacation mode, and all routines and time structure goes OUT.THE.WINDOW. I mean, what are vacations for??:).<br />
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So, we are now back to our weekly "schedule." I will never be the mom who has their kids go to bed at 7 every night and naps at the same time every day. With Justin's job, we are out many nights, he gets home late, and it just doesn't work for us. However, we have gotten back in our routine. </div>
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Here are some pictures of what we've been up to the last couple of weeks. Will's big boy friends, Carson and Gavin, celebrated their 6th bdays at Chuck-E-Cheese, AKA Will's favorite place on earth. He loves these boys so much, and they are so sweet to always include Will in their running around and being rowdy. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aubrey Jane has discovered the cool, flashing lights</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josie is always trying to help out Aubrey or mom her. What a sweet girl:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will is really figuring out the games. It is amazing the difference in development we see every time we go there. He LOVED watching the big boys play this game. I think he stood there a good half hour. Ha.</td></tr>
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Of course after Chuck-E-Cheese in these sickie times, baths were in order. Will set his drink on the edge of the bath while we were undressing him, and Aubrey Jane quickly took the opportunity to steal it. When he tried to get it back, she quickly turned her back to him and kept on drinking- she didn't miss a beat. Justin and I were cracking up! This girl if feisty and finally learning to fend for herself against here big brother:). </div>
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We have plenty of laying around and playing time around the house. Will has LOVED this "new to him" sleeping bag. He took his nap in it a few days and even lets AJ "hide" in it with him on occasion.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will loves his "Sissy" and wants her to play with him as long as it doesn't involve ANY of his 30 "Cars" cars. Seriously, that boy is CRAZY about those cars and carries them around in his back pack ALL.THE.TIME.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I included this picture because I feel like 90% of the time both kids are awake together, I am playing referee. Will basically always wants AJ to share with him and really shares with her <strike>sometimes</strike> rarely. We are constantly working on it. <br />
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Justin is leading a couple men's groups called "Joshua's Men," so he is gone 2 Thursdays a month. We try and get out and about if he is gone all day and night, so the<strike> kids can have a change of scenery </strike>this mom doesn't totally lose my mind:). One night we went to Chick-Fil-A with our friends, and they were having a "Make Your Own Biscuit" night! How fun! Just another reason I LOVE the Chick</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, Will is taking a bite of the raw biscuit right as the picture was being taken. Sweet child</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I believe he ended up wearing more of the flour than got on his biscuit. Oh, boys. </td></tr>
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Will goes to MMO two days a week from 9-1, or for us more like 9:30-1. My life motto right now is "better late than never." It is so good for him to go. He is an introvert and would LOVE to stay home with his Momma all the time, but it is so good for him to be around other kids and away from the nest every so often. He no longer cries when I drop him off (usually) and always loves telling me what they did that day. <br />
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One of the things I like about MMO is I get to spend time with just Aubrey Jane. It is precious time, and I just love the girls getting to run around together. Here are some sweet pictures I have taken of our girl in the last couple weeks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aubrey is just NOW getting her SECOND tooth at 15 months. One of our days was filled with many "teething tears"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AJ loves her dolls and pushing them around, but when her brother is away, she is all about the cars and playing with them! You will often find her strolling around a couple cars or a toy gun. Love her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's quite the helper these days. She is all about the dishwasher. PS-the prescription bottle is filled with rice...not pills. Ha. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a girl on the go in her PJs- coffee and keys in hand:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is a bit blurry, but AJ has her 2 baby dolls she sleeps with every night in her hands. When she wakes up, she normally carries them around and situates them.</td></tr>
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In all of my spare time, I am attempting to learn how to sew. HA. We shall see how this goes. I have a sweet friend who is going to help me figure some things out. And, I have a few other friends who are trying to learn as well, so we are going to have a sewing party.....you know b/c that is how us young stay at home moms roll these days.....sewing parties...more on the sewing progress in blogs to come.<br />
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This weekend some of our friends came into town. We actually knew them when we were all in the singles group together at our church in AR. Yes, we go WAY back. When Justin and I were moving to Charlotte, we found out the Vasquezs went to the church Justin was going to be serving at. I cannot even tell you how good it is to have familiar faces around when EVERYTHING else is new and foreign. Will and McKenzie were about the same age and became such sweet friends. We so enjoyed spending some time with them as they were traveling through. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before swimming. AJ modeling her new swimsuit from Target. LOVE LOVE a baby in a swimsuit</td></tr>
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And lastly just because it is the sweetest picture ever.....my three LOVES. Sometimes I cannot even believe the blessings the Lord has given to me in my family. This picture absolutely melts my heart; I love all three so much. I am so grateful for such a sweet Daddy to my precious little ones. <br />
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Here is the second part of our story with my pregnancy with Aubrey Jane. I am writing it for a couple of reasons. First, it was a big part of our story with AJ, and I want to remember the details. Second, I want to communicate that you CAN have preeclampsia AFTER giving birth even if you have had NO symptoms the entire pregnancy---actually up to 6 weeks after giving birth. We did not know this and things got a bit scary because of it. Forgive me for being lengthy, but I am a details kind of girl:).</div>
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After 5 days in the NICU, our girl was ready to come home! We were able to spend most of our time at the hospital with Aubrey Jane those 5 days while Will spent some time getting spoiled by his Mimi (Justin's Mom). It was wonderful to have her there and to get visits from Will during those 5 days. Here are some pictures of Will and Aubrey after we brought her home. He was 22 months and really not sure about what to do with her. As you can see in one of the pics, he thought her head was an appropriate place to drive his cars. What a silly guy! </div>
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To back track just a bit, while in the hospital recovering from my C-section, my back really started hurting. My C-section really wasn't too bad; I was up walking to the NICU the day after and really wasn't in a lot of pain. Because I wanted to be as aware as possible with AJ in the NICU, I decided to quit taking the pain pills pretty early on and stick to the high dose of NSAIDS (Advil type medicine) they had me on to relieve the pain a bit. I didn't want to be loopy at all. We have a super funny story about how I nearly fell asleep and out of the wheel chair the first time I really got to meet Will in the NICU--seriously like a drunk person. I didn't want a repeat performance:). Anyway, as I would complain to the nurses, I showed them exactly where I was hurting-- both sides of my back about half way up. One joked with me and asked if I was nervous that it was my kidneys. I laughed and told her it had crossed my mind; she quickly told me that wasn't possible, and it was just muscular. Before the doctor medically discharged me, he told me it was probably just muscular from the C-section and to just stay on my steady dose of NSAIDS. <br />
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As the days progressed the csection was getting better and better, but my back was getting SO. MUCH. WORSE. I think I have a pretty high pain tolerance and tried to just carry on, but it was terrible. Nothing seemed to make the pain go away, and I really started to worry the anesthesiologist had somehow messed up my spinal block, and I would forever be in chronic pain due to nerve damage:). The excitement of taking Aubrey home was somewhat clouded by how much pain I was in. <br />
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We brought AJ home Tuesday, and by Wednesday my mother in law and I decided it was time to go and figure out what in the world was going on with my back. I was the last appointment of the day at 4:30 with the doctor who had preformed my C-section--yes, the one who was fresh out of residency. My blood pressure was elevated- like 150/95. When they rechecked it my bottom number went down a bit, and the top number being high was attributed to me being in pain. After examining me, my doctor decided it was just muscular again and prescribed me some muscle relaxers. I mentioned I was the last appt of the day because I feel like it was one of the ways I somewhat fell through the cracks of the medical system. My doctor was rushed trying to get out, as I heard her talking to the nurses in the hallway about her evening plans:). They did do a pee test, and I did have protein in my urine, which is a symptom of preeclampsia and a side effect of having a baby:). I feel like had I been with the same doctor the whole pregnancy, they would have been a bit more cautious with my history. But, without that relationship and her really looking at my history, all my symptoms could be explained away as something minor.<br />
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At this point, I was in so much pain I started to ask my nurse friends and doctor friends some questions, texting all my best friends for prayers, and basically lived in the fetal position--you know when not taking care of a new born:). One of my nurse friends told me high doses of NSAIDS can cause ulcers which can cause pain in the back. I IMMEDIATELY quit taking them and switched to Tylenol Wednesday night. Thursday I actually felt some relief. My muscle relaxers didn't seem to make much of a difference, but I could definitely tell the pain wasn't as sharp. I really thought I had been developing an ulcer and stopping the NSAIDS was the answer.<br />
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Justin's youngest brother and dad got in Thursday evening. By Friday I was back in so much pain- so much for the ulcer theory. I have a blood pressure cuff at home because of my preeclampsia with Will and decided I should take it Friday about 6ish. When I did, it was around 165/110. I immediately knew that was bad. I called the doctor's office and got an after hour's nurse. She talked to me and told me I should be fine to wait until Monday, and that I should go to the ER only if my bp got up to 180/120. I felt somewhat relieved and got off the phone. As the night progressed, I started to wonder if something more was going on. I called again and asked if there was anyway she could talk to the doctor on call to see if I could get the blood pressure medicine I used when I had Will prescribed to get me through the weekend. I also told her again I had a history of preeclampsia. I had to specifically ask the nurse to do this, and she sounded a bit hesitant to call the doctor. I definitely learned you have to be your own advocate.<br />
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After about 10 minutes, she called me back and told me the doctor on call from my office wanted me to go to the ER immediately and that I would be seen as soon as I got there. So, with tears I packed a bag, changed quickly, said good bye to my kiddos, and headed off to the ER. Again, God was SO good that this happened after Justin's mom, dad, and brother were all in Charlotte. We got to the ER and were immediately taken into a triage room where my bp was taken and quite a bit of blood work was drawn. At this opint my bp was 180/120. The ER doctor was so nice and thought we were dealing with a slight case of preeclampsia, if that, and we would hopefully be able to go home that night. Within the hour, he came back with some results that surprised him immensely. All my labs had come back as he thought besides my kidney function test. My creatnin level during pregnancy was around .5, which is where is should be, but the labwork indicated my new levels were 4.3. He was extremely surprised because I looked and acted pretty normal. He said I was very sick and would be admitted immediately with Acute Kidney Failure. <br />
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So, with that announcement, an IV was put in as well as a catheter.....umm..not much warning on that one, and I was wheeled to the high risk OB part of the hospital. Justin and I joke that we got to see all OB areas in the hospital. From there, I was placed on Magnesium Sulfate to make sure I didn't have seizures from the preeclampsia and a kidney doctor was called down since my kidney function was so poor and that is not the general way preeclampsia works. <br />
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After a few tests, it was determined I did have preeclampsia that was made worse due to the amount of NSAIDS I had been taking. NSAIDS are filtered through the kidneys, and it can clog up the kidneys if they aren't working well. As my doctor brother said, "It was the perfect storm for my kidneys to tank." Because my kidneys weren't filtering well, my magnesium sulfate levels got too high, and they had to quit giving it to me to allow my body to process it out. My doctor joked that it was like I had mag patch on since it was just staying in my system on its own. Magnesium makes you feel like you have the flu and just very icky. Because of that and my kidney function, we had to leave Aubrey at home with Justin's family. Basically, the remedy for me to get better was to keep me on the mag to make sure I didn't have seizures while my body worked through the preeclampsia and to flush fluids in me to try and help my kidneys get all the bad stuff out....at least I think that is why they had me pumped full of a saline drip for 3 days and measured every drop of pee that came out of me:).<br />
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We were there from Friday to Monday evening. I came home still technically in kidney failure, but as the kidney doctor said, it would just take time for mine to heal. He was fully confident that everything would bounce back in several months, and they did just as he said. Praise the Lord! Dr. Booth, my OB doctor (not the one who delivered AJ), said she had never seen preeclampsia work this way in her 14 years of practice, and I had about a 1 in 450,000 chances of this happening. Lovely.<br />
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There are some neat details that God worked out in all of this. I want to list them out, so we can remember His faithfulness in the small things.<br />
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1. Justin's whole family was here to watch sweet Will and newborn Aubrey Jane. They were able to run back and forth and get pumped milk. Mimi and Drew tag teamed Will, and Pop was playing mom to a newborn. I know Pop and AJ will always have a special bond because of those several days. Justin was able to be with me at the hospital, and we both knew our children were very well taken care of.<br />
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2. The OB doctor on call Friday night was a seasoned doctor who was my doctor the appt I had a preeclamsia scare. She was very thorough then and was on the cautious side of things. Dr. Booth was very on top of things and was extremely comforting and knowledgeable. She took over as my Dr. from that point forward and took care of things. She said that anyone would have missed my diagnosis as my previous Dr. had that Wednesday because it is just so unusual. That did make us feel a bit better about it:).<br />
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3. My nurse friend told me to STOP taking the NSAIDS, which I did Wednesday night. I went into the ER Friday night and my kidneys were in failure. This was without me taking those pills for a day and a half. I truly believe it could have been SO much worse had I not stopped taking that medicine the minute I did. <br />
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4. The kidney doctor that we saw was ABSOLUTELY wonderful. He answered my millions of questions and was so kind. Dr. Booth said he was the one nephrologist she would have wanted to be on call that weekend as well. I saw Dr. Woolwine for a few months after we went home as my kidneys were still healing, and he referred me to his wife to be my general Dr. I have had some thyroid issues, and his wife, Dr. Amy Woolwine, has been SO wonderful. Cannot emphasize how much caring doctors can impact a patient.<br />
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5. Our sweet friend Suzy from church was a nurse in the NICU when AJ was in there, and then she was my nurse one of the nights I was in the high risk section. We had only been in Charlotte about 2 months, so we didn't know a lot of people. Suzy was a familiar face and was so encouraging. I was so grateful God placed her smiling face in both of those places.<br />
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6. Our new church family and Sunday school class totally took care of our needs as far as meals and prayer goes. We were checked on often and felt very loved. <br />
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We were beyond grateful that God took care of our children and our needs in so many ways. It is always good to look back and remember God's faithfulness in life's situations. Here are a few pictures of Aubrey Jane as she hung out with her Pop for a few days:).<br />
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I got to come home on Halloween night. No trick or treating went on in our home. Ha. Here is a picture of the kids in their Halloween gear. Will never really wore his costume Halloween night, but this is what he was supposed to be. Unfortunately, this is the only picture of Will the dinosaur, which Aubrey is in since she was still in my belly when I took it.<br />
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Whew!!! So, that is the story of my preeclampsia AFTER having Aubrey Jane. It is not that common, but it DOES happen, and it can be very dangerous when it does since no one is really looking for it anymore. I am beyond grateful we caught it when we did. I learned some valuable lessons through it. I really learned you have to be your own advocate with medical issues. Doctors are just like everyone else and mistakes and oversights occur. My brother is in his residency, and I in no way want to be disrespectful towards doctors. I truly have the upmost respect for them, and I have seen all the sacrifices my brother and sister-in-law have made in their journey. I just think it is wise to be on top of your health and be aware of what is going on:). The Lord gives us wisdom and discernment, and I believe we are to pray that He would help us use those things in all of life's situations. </div>
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With all that said, Aubrey Jane is our last biological child:). I have about a 60-75% chance of this happening again with another baby. We are BEYOND blessed that my preeclampsia occurred at 35 weeks with Will and after I had Aubrey. In many cases, it happens earlier in the pregnancy and the only solution is deliver the baby. We feel like through doctor's advice and prayer, the Lord made it pretty clear we were done. Justin and I are currently in the process of praying about when and how God wants to use us in adopting a child. We are not set on a timeframe or ANY details, but we both do feel a strong call to adopt sometime in our future; we just have NO IDEA what that will look like. </div>
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Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-90646108003431111022013-01-09T22:21:00.002-08:002013-01-09T22:21:55.032-08:00Aubrey Jane's Birth StoryAs I want to make this into a book for our family, I figure the birth of our beautiful daughter should be included. Will was a difficult baby, and by difficult I mean he cried ALL the TIME, so Justin and I's theory was to get the baby having over with as fast as possible. I mean why put off more misery of the first year??? Oh, how naive we were. Ha. It sounded like a good idea at the time:). <br />
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So, when Will was 13 months old, we found out we were pregnant!!! We were beyond excited when we found out we were having a baby girl--over the moon! Boys are very dominant in Justin's family, so we just assumed we were going to have all boys. I can still remember the surprise and excitement we both felt when the ultrasound technician told us we were having a girl; it is truly a moment I will never forget. I have always wanted to have a boy first and then a girl. My mom's name was Jane, so I had wanted that to be Aubrey's middle name. Aubrey doesn't have any significance besides I just loved the name, so that is how we came up with our sweet Aubrey Jane's name. <br />
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As if chasing an 18 month old around wasn't enough for this pregnant momma, we moved from Memphis to Charlotte, NC when I was 29 weeks pregnant. Wow. What a whirlwind that was. I would not recommend it, but God was faithful and totally took care of all the details. I had preeclampsia with Will at 35 weeks, so I was very quick to find a new doctor. My pregnancy overall was great! I had a little preeclampsia scare at 34 weeks, but after some testing, everything checked out perfectly. I had a C-section with Will man, so we decided it would be best to schedule another c section at 39 weeks. It was so wonderful to have that time to get Aubrey Jane's room ready, pack the night before we left, clean the house and just to feel prepared for our sweet girl.<br />
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That morning went perfectly! I had actually started having contractions the night before we went in to have the C-section, so I was glad to at least know what they felt like, as I didn't have any with Will. I think I had just enough to know I didn't like them:). The nurse told me that morning I would probably have been in that afternoon ready to have our baby girl. My C-section went right on schedule and our beautiful baby girl arrived crying her little head off. Side note, I was the doctor's FIRST solo csection, as she had just gotten out of residency not too long before I came along. I guess that is what you get when you move to a new place in your 3rd trimester. After they finished sewing me up and checking Aubrey out, we got to introduce Aubrey Jane to her big brother and her Mimi (Justin's mom). She nursed great immediately, and I was so relieved because that was quite the challenge we had with Will.<br />
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UNFORTUNATELY, as the day progressed Justin and I could both tell something was wrong. Aubrey was breathing fast and almost grunted at times. We knew some warning signs because of Will, and we actually voiced our concerns to the nurses several times. The pediatrician checked her out that evening and gave us the green light that she was A-Okay. That night was terrible. She wouldn't nurse, she cried a lot, and I was just knew things weren't right. Around 4am they came in for their check, and Aubrey had a little fever. About 45 minutes after taking her to check her out, the pediatrician came in to tell us her blood oxygen was too low, and she was being admitted to the NICU. Break my heart. I had a good cry- I mean ugly, bawl your eyes out, need a moment cry:). Justin and I prayed, I put on my big girl pants, and decided it was time to put that trust in God into action:). But, oh boy, that nurse that came in to check on me after that doctor left probably thought she was dealing with a crazy person. I mean, really, what are the chances of having 2 babies go to the NICU for completely different reasons??!<br />
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The Lord is always so good with timing, and allowed me to have some pretty sobering perspective as we went to visit Aubrey and saw many other babies in the NICU fighting to make it. Our girl was full term and healthy. The Lord was beyond good to us, and I got a little slap in the face with that reality.<br />
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Here are some pictures of our sweet one while in the NICU.<br />
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We were able to stay in our room at the hospital until Aubrey was discharged. It was so nice to be able to leave the hospital with our daughter! Unfortunately, our story of my pregnancy didn't end there, but that will be for another blog post. We are so beyond blessed by our sweet little one. We could not be more in love with our Aubrey Jane Paslay. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we are finally getting to take Aubrey Jane home. Cannot believe how tiny she was!!</td></tr>
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<br />Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-76110042797843160392013-01-06T19:53:00.000-08:002013-01-06T19:53:24.437-08:00 Well, after a LONG, LONG time of not blogging, I have decided to give it another go. I was visiting with some friends while home for Christmas and looked at their AMAZING blog book with all their pictures and memories of their sweet kiddos. I want to have that for my family; what a treasure that will be in the years to come. So, here is my New Year's Resolution.....I am going to blog again! Hopefully, next year at this time I will be making my 2013 blog book to put on my coffee table. <br />
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Christmas this year was so much fun! Will man is all about presents and was so excited about everything he got. With his birthday and Christmas so close together, he had a hard time understanding the present receiving was over after Christmas day. Aubrey Jane didn't really understand why she was opening presents, but this girl adds some serious sweetness and fun to everything. She is such a blessing to our family!!<br />
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We loved being home in AR to spend time with family. Justin's brothers always add a lot of fun with everything we do! Here is a brother dog pile on Will. If you know our little man, you will appreciate what he is doing to Tim's eye lashes. Boy takes advantage anytime there is to give some eyelash love. Ha!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Unfortunately</strong></span>, this Christmas could also go down as one of the SICKEST we have ever seen. AJ and I woke up Christmas morning with a BBBBAAADDDD upper respiratory infection that would soon spread through both families like the plague. Poor kids are still reeling from its effects. Also, my little nephew Davis brought a stomach bug that got everyone the fever/cough virus didn't claim. My step-mom is the lone survivor on my side that didn't catch either bug. There was enough throw up at the Sloneker house to last the year, that is for sure!!! Either way, we were so grateful for time with family! We are spread out in North Carolina, Oklahoma, and CHINA. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will loved playing with his cousin Maycee while there. Here they are hiding for hide and go seek.</td></tr>
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We also got to attend Uncle Drew's Fayetteville basketball game!! Will was so excited to go watch him play and to yell, "Go DREW BEAR!!" <br />
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We had a blessed Christmas that is for sure!!! We are beyond grateful for the gift of Jesus Christ and the reason we truly celebrate. <br />
<br />Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-1853148576455802892011-05-20T11:08:00.001-07:002011-05-20T11:40:11.581-07:00Six Years Ago Today......I don't know where the time has gone! Six years ago Justin and I were getting ready to say "I do" and commit our lives to one another. Wow, it has really flown by! We were laughing recently about how much we've grown up together. We met when I was just a freshman at the U of A, and he was a junior. We were SO young! God has been so good to us in the six years of our marriage, and I am grateful everyday that He gave such a Godly, handsome, sweet, thoughtful man to me to be my groom. So, in honor of our anniversary, here's some pics from that perfect day!<br />
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(The pics are in such a random order b/c I can't for the life of me figure out how to upload them in the right order) <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun times at the reception</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sweet family</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before the wedding- it was a BEAUTIFUL day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The end of the perfect night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture makes me laugh! It really sums up our personalities. I am giggling at Justin who is worried I may try and smash the cake in his face and has warned me sternly that it wouldn't be well received:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin surprised me by putting my Mom's engagement ring on my bouquet, so she could be "with me" that day. </td></tr>
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</tbody></table>It's so fun to go back and reminisce through pictures and videos. I look forward to many, many more happy years of marriage to my love! Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-44812484263989175402011-03-03T13:09:00.000-08:002011-03-03T13:09:26.623-08:00GREAT PRODUCT. great deal.Some girls have naturally beautiful, do whatever they want it to hair. I am NOT one of those girls! I have a lot of fine hair that does not hold curl to save my life. I curl my hair, think it looks <strike>really</strike> good, and then literally 30 minutes later, it is all flat and blah. If you're a mom, you know that our time is precious, so I have just gone with the 5 minute straightener routine....old faithful:). This leads me to the newest and BEST find I have come across in a while.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The REMINGTON Curling Wand from Target for $25.00</span><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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When I coached dance at SWJH, the girls always used the wands when they got ready in the morning to make PERFECT curls in just minutes. I would see them later in the day, and their hair would still be bouncing with perfect curls. Not good when you're jealous of a 13 year old's hair:) Unfortunately, they used a kind that was $150.00. No, thank you. So, when I saw this in Target, I jumped at the opportunity hoping for the best. <br />
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Yes, Please:).Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-44507616568548370842011-01-26T20:32:00.001-08:002011-01-30T18:35:02.040-08:00Fake Smiles, Fake Tears, and Snow Days.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSh2KKNRbH7_2hJ3l2_O2zwcaCpVfcnfcMJdjPCFLzbrk6fR94PRxsgXkZvTGamlFoxlS3tNi3_VEfT_2BMqasRXgNxSeSCtKyFGWp3fVxwBCpZg3smdO-6J-HJZ7ZLsNyV5cH3crOUeq6/s1600/DSC01489.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSh2KKNRbH7_2hJ3l2_O2zwcaCpVfcnfcMJdjPCFLzbrk6fR94PRxsgXkZvTGamlFoxlS3tNi3_VEfT_2BMqasRXgNxSeSCtKyFGWp3fVxwBCpZg3smdO-6J-HJZ7ZLsNyV5cH3crOUeq6/s400/DSC01489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566723973577477634" border="0" /></a>Our sweet Will is getting bigger and SMARTER. He knows what he wants, and he is quickly figuring out how he THINKS he is going to get it. In a matter of minutes Will was fake cheesing for the camera to making horrifically sad faces because he didn't get his way. Will only made these faces if he knew we were watching. HILARIOUS. I probably encouraged it by taking pictures, but I just couldn't resist.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOW5qzSckIk4QNDgIbT-7s9qOAm3z6r4wvPsVr7FO_1OcsB5VUusdifS29J1g1TT3afCALFQzZvEKBKB8SVxARc9sCr8BsI73tDGMhdiPVme_aJNy9vgwkhBH_FSqlN0IyKt5ZRVMmtdW/s1600/DSC01497.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOW5qzSckIk4QNDgIbT-7s9qOAm3z6r4wvPsVr7FO_1OcsB5VUusdifS29J1g1TT3afCALFQzZvEKBKB8SVxARc9sCr8BsI73tDGMhdiPVme_aJNy9vgwkhBH_FSqlN0IyKt5ZRVMmtdW/s400/DSC01497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566722976157070962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here's the sweet, fake smile:).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, how I love this sweet, little face. I must say, I enjoy his fake smiling MUCH more than the whining and crying we got just a few minutes later.<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know what set him off. He isn't talking quite yet, so his form of telling us what he wants is crying and whining........Here is the face we see, but ONLY if he knows we're watching.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7aqWv6eJjHxLEXTS8WIP36jKGKrT-UnPWi98Q9KtjMezTZ3-wgKKztu4xvA8ct98bZZ0USSfiabMtJwaT99ewu3EKMnCBG1sNnLJt39EIOs_i4dJAM-hKEfqxeCyj-qSzAGPbHUI25F4/s1600/DSC01533.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7aqWv6eJjHxLEXTS8WIP36jKGKrT-UnPWi98Q9KtjMezTZ3-wgKKztu4xvA8ct98bZZ0USSfiabMtJwaT99ewu3EKMnCBG1sNnLJt39EIOs_i4dJAM-hKEfqxeCyj-qSzAGPbHUI25F4/s400/DSC01533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566721328818118450" border="0" /></a><br />Could life be any harder for this guy?! This picture makes me laugh E.V.E.R.Y time I look at it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeb0qUKPP0BegvhnAwZjUQr_s2RkGAJFpasM7cFgdBemVPHbWmQDCZdiicstm3hyXGH22goqCorcdoQyPSFrU72M3LX8Y7bi0kYNCdwHcZakXYWAJYPgP9DQ8viabQadAhXj0KI53gVkwR/s1600/DSC01524.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeb0qUKPP0BegvhnAwZjUQr_s2RkGAJFpasM7cFgdBemVPHbWmQDCZdiicstm3hyXGH22goqCorcdoQyPSFrU72M3LX8Y7bi0kYNCdwHcZakXYWAJYPgP9DQ8viabQadAhXj0KI53gVkwR/s400/DSC01524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720281803265858" border="0" /></a><br />Will is an outdoor-loving baby. I can't wait for it to be warm so we can actually spend some time outside. He LOVED the snow we got the other day. We didn't last long outside because he didn't have the proper snow gear, but he was TICKED when I brought him inside. I mean full on tantrum.<br /><br />Here he is just admiring the snow. What a pretty boy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW8OZhgzaMuvKdi_XwD7H3-yMhn2qdJRtaz1mLI0zfFKyV3BV0ymN8Oq6U-zjgW1zf1tHXV87szOyybNNB8oq09466z24T6KPPKckPfwEyfyrfH11jFvEijq6jl9f_nNntUnpu5kmHDBS/s1600/DSC01555.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglW8OZhgzaMuvKdi_XwD7H3-yMhn2qdJRtaz1mLI0zfFKyV3BV0ymN8Oq6U-zjgW1zf1tHXV87szOyybNNB8oq09466z24T6KPPKckPfwEyfyrfH11jFvEijq6jl9f_nNntUnpu5kmHDBS/s400/DSC01555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720277554781938" border="0" /></a><br />Most of the pictures I took were of his back because he was on the move. He didn't want me to help him walk or get him to stop. Independence, here we come.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgch41hmE2LXdVFP8Xrx5ocJ4LAgWRUm8Lni7570-wh3GUxeduuK8t349PbImq9krffTjl0av8dwTFVAgZv9S-eCvf7IMJ1DC-qdcU9SRDcpsxkJOPfCTrZI55FrXFQ7SV7BiaW2HvD0lTl/s1600/DSC01558.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgch41hmE2LXdVFP8Xrx5ocJ4LAgWRUm8Lni7570-wh3GUxeduuK8t349PbImq9krffTjl0av8dwTFVAgZv9S-eCvf7IMJ1DC-qdcU9SRDcpsxkJOPfCTrZI55FrXFQ7SV7BiaW2HvD0lTl/s400/DSC01558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720274037983938" border="0" /></a><br />The gloves kept falling off- one of the reasons we went in, but that didn't stop this boy. Does it get any cuter??<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4e-Mijk3zfBI1Kd-QYYGoscW52X6Iv3FeNytdp9UOs1RzL6dvPu5zVwUZsiOhPzUEztXe92SWKOUOB38CKq10MIYrSrKUKYWzqNcfLc1rtjQF5URvie6KOwZxStWZ_X9Yk133LnHi46V6/s1600/DSC01552.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4e-Mijk3zfBI1Kd-QYYGoscW52X6Iv3FeNytdp9UOs1RzL6dvPu5zVwUZsiOhPzUEztXe92SWKOUOB38CKq10MIYrSrKUKYWzqNcfLc1rtjQF5URvie6KOwZxStWZ_X9Yk133LnHi46V6/s400/DSC01552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566719442877592482" border="0" /></a>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-44028071199855077392011-01-23T12:57:00.001-08:002011-01-23T13:43:00.118-08:00Becoming Uncomfortable......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q3Ac9664u7ozPXAaKl82eivSJBfWVBH1pZD7y2xN6Dq9V7uV_diInAnO-f0L094x5utJmyD91obixywsNPXjNxJKIJosVcurER1wQjSFYxol-IP3Amfj47SPLUfkHkPRCpb7Ak2s85_j/s1600/410nESpftWL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q3Ac9664u7ozPXAaKl82eivSJBfWVBH1pZD7y2xN6Dq9V7uV_diInAnO-f0L094x5utJmyD91obixywsNPXjNxJKIJosVcurER1wQjSFYxol-IP3Amfj47SPLUfkHkPRCpb7Ak2s85_j/s400/410nESpftWL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565488502237395090" border="0" /></a>Justin and I came to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bellevue </span> just as the church was about to start reading the NIV Chronological Bible together. I have to tell you, it was one of the aspects about Bellevue that has excited me the most. Not only is the church reading the Bible together, but everything that is happening is surrounding this reading. Brother Steve, the pastor, is preaching from a segment of the previous week's reading, life groups, or small groups, are doing inductive Bible studies, and journals are provided for individual daily journaling. I have been so, so blessed the last two Sundays as the word of God is preached from what I have read in the last week. What a blessing to know a body of believers are all on the same page gleaning different truths from the Bible. There is an excitement in the room and a truly anointed time of encouragement and worship.<br /><br />Today's message was about Learning to Listen to God's Voice, and it couldn't have been more appropriate for the season of life we are in. In Genesis, Abram is called by God to go to Canaan- to leave everything he knew and loved and enter the place God had called him to. Abram listened to God and because of this, he was blessed. It was a great reminder of how to listen for God's prompting in our lives and the consequences of not being in tune to what the Lord is saying. Brother Steve said something today, and it really hit me upside the head. He said that God is not concerned with making us comfortable in life; His concern is that we are in His will and furthering the kingdom. <br /><br />Just yesterday I was having a nice little pity party for myself- how I missed our family, our friends, how I missed just knowing people when I walk into a place. It was a pretty good pity party if I do say so myself. Oh, how I was put in my place today-- in a good way :). I am so grateful that God speaks through pastors to illuminate truths that I so often overlook. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Genesis 12:1-3 "The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's household and to to the land I will show you. 'I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.'"</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Justin and I do feel that God moved us to Bellevue and that we are being obedient in following His will, but it also made me realize that we have moved 5 hours south of where we're from. We still have a great place to live, safety, warmth...you get the point. Last week we had missionaries from Turkey who came to speak at the college and singles ministry who are risking everything to spread the gospel. I am still comfortable; they are not. I have my safety and freedom; they do not. I have been challenged and broken about what we're going to do to become <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">uncomfortable</span> for the gospel. Scary and exciting. Who am I going to bless with the blessings that God has given me? My head is swimming, and I am beyond ready to see all the great things God is going to do in the Year of the Bible!Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-56393585864881403662011-01-21T18:45:00.000-08:002011-01-21T20:49:03.826-08:00A Little Bit of Catching UP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisDff-mgOCvIjLEb4qh4OuPJ6_vs1ih6728alVSA7NpZvUQF_zmKZkvgU-Iug2CGad_AzCm2dmzMc7FvMNlV0Fg3E-HTj8TJ4CZEEQ_zsW43ovPTpHvQIrOLmEGYVxHwKc6ypSYYgZea4/s1600/DSC01247.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisDff-mgOCvIjLEb4qh4OuPJ6_vs1ih6728alVSA7NpZvUQF_zmKZkvgU-Iug2CGad_AzCm2dmzMc7FvMNlV0Fg3E-HTj8TJ4CZEEQ_zsW43ovPTpHvQIrOLmEGYVxHwKc6ypSYYgZea4/s400/DSC01247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564852139938509714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> have A LOT of catching up to do! MANY changes have occurred since the last time this loser blogger updated back in AUGUST. I am going to be brief about everything because there is just sooooo much. This also may be random:) Hopefully when I start blogging regularly, it will be easier to organize everything!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">After</span> much prayer, God called the Paslay family to Memphis to serve at Bellevue Baptist. We are finally feeling settled and are starting to get plugged in. I can't wait to share what God is doing here in Memphis.<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> took the picture above with Will the night before we left for Memphis. Justin took a lot of time to create the mural, so I wanted to make sure we got a picture of our sweet Will under it. Justin and I were having a hard time deciding between 2 different names for Will- William James or Luke Thomas; we were stuck. One Sunday a pastor named Vance Pittman, who was a guest speaker at CPH, opened his sermon with his favorite quotation from a philosopher named William James. Justin and I immediately looked at each other when he read it and just knew that was our son's name. The quotation was perfect for the way we feel and pray for Will. It is our prayer for Will that he will live his life for the Lord and will do AMAZING things in HIS name. That what he does for the Lord will far out last his own life. This mural is what I miss most about our home. I am VERY grateful for how the Lord has provided a place to live in this move, but I will be glad when we sell our home and get settled into one here!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">About </span>a week and a half after we moved to Memphis, we celebrated Will's first birthday. Justin's parents and brother as well as my sister and brother and sister-in-law were able to make their first trip to Memphis. It was a great time, and we were sooooo grateful our family took the time to come for the big day. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEICGYEYS-U3cbrYJ52zpwn16GYsgLuQcA41INxMSaLZiBdkdai6PU793Y9NS8VkDNtxgnSI-hNTaEbuAxYKODDIMVbO1VcLhSJmjkT4PKzzJwc3Ysu3Vh9Zvv01oNKgoRNrcdoex0BHlk/s1600/DSC01268.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEICGYEYS-U3cbrYJ52zpwn16GYsgLuQcA41INxMSaLZiBdkdai6PU793Y9NS8VkDNtxgnSI-hNTaEbuAxYKODDIMVbO1VcLhSJmjkT4PKzzJwc3Ysu3Vh9Zvv01oNKgoRNrcdoex0BHlk/s400/DSC01268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564849328503784066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Will</span> got many great presents and was sooooo curious about everything he opened. He is getting to be so fun!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zhuFnFLiKGL0VD8CyUZqauX8Bhr6ccUgALyvISy9yxvxpXMoZRLjAn2BRU0_jffSTGzsOiWHgL20lF-1IPfCF31XfJDPVmsgUPkrVl0IU2FD9_fE0doVlRQOxtq4Bv0J7rsJrAHINUZd/s1600/DSC01273.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zhuFnFLiKGL0VD8CyUZqauX8Bhr6ccUgALyvISy9yxvxpXMoZRLjAn2BRU0_jffSTGzsOiWHgL20lF-1IPfCF31XfJDPVmsgUPkrVl0IU2FD9_fE0doVlRQOxtq4Bv0J7rsJrAHINUZd/s400/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564848102691484338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I </span>had to include this picture of how Will drinks a bottle. We have had SO much trouble with Will drinking anything, so we have really catered to what he wants to get him to drink. I will blog another time about our journey with Will's drinking issues. He likes to watch Elmo, or anything like that, while sitting there. AND, he will play with your eye lashes. Will doesn't have a comfort blanky or lovie; he has eye lashes. Weird and cute at the same time:) Thanks, Aunt Chelsea, for offering your eye lashes for this bottle!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwh-N1ePl30_vUH0ZYwZHUYY5AdKDp_KqcgqmP64vXv3-uOmYt_Sji2qv2-3mGwJnfX4u2oEfH6XXoeBea1iOoIKXyrx7sjw9waY_TCX-ja4yKMeLtp1ZxBE2bo9VQMA1dZtHtNRtLjIyE/s1600/DSC01263.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwh-N1ePl30_vUH0ZYwZHUYY5AdKDp_KqcgqmP64vXv3-uOmYt_Sji2qv2-3mGwJnfX4u2oEfH6XXoeBea1iOoIKXyrx7sjw9waY_TCX-ja4yKMeLtp1ZxBE2bo9VQMA1dZtHtNRtLjIyE/s400/DSC01263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564846738859452802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here </span>is the man rocking his new tennis shoes from Uncle Drew checking out another cool toy he received.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6whj4_sZ0oeKgE6H2vZ012gl2IqiwxF6LhA4ljehgqhTfTQM552faJpZWULuuzOPnxmm_fB2OwOP1Tl6H_dO9OBafFsaonZiGiWLjrSAQsDzik_vQnXQ77Oy_6wna560J5wyJWARZqkl/s1600/DSC01274.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6whj4_sZ0oeKgE6H2vZ012gl2IqiwxF6LhA4ljehgqhTfTQM552faJpZWULuuzOPnxmm_fB2OwOP1Tl6H_dO9OBafFsaonZiGiWLjrSAQsDzik_vQnXQ77Oy_6wna560J5wyJWARZqkl/s400/DSC01274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564845998489706130" border="0" /></a>All the LOOT. We are so GRATEFUL Will is loved by so many:)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18T15ZkFRBJjiL05hFTzFeKM8ieF0uYfts5VPLEaYFtBIqvzmBIMHVGwJewu_vvzQp5-m7aDzXKFoLF-SBCFl3jUgkXKJVyPQYZ9dwN2KleIQv0yIQ1ChO7cgkk7SDWTCKTFaUbKz-p95/s1600/DSC01272.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18T15ZkFRBJjiL05hFTzFeKM8ieF0uYfts5VPLEaYFtBIqvzmBIMHVGwJewu_vvzQp5-m7aDzXKFoLF-SBCFl3jUgkXKJVyPQYZ9dwN2KleIQv0yIQ1ChO7cgkk7SDWTCKTFaUbKz-p95/s400/DSC01272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564845356527323570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mimi</span>, Pop, and Uncle Drew on the birthday. For some reason I don't have a group picture OR a picture of Justin, Will, and I. I guess we will have more birthdays! I'm pretty sure his Aunt Chelsea has some I can get.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">.SWITCHING TO CHRISTMAS. <br /><br />Although</span> this is technically Will's second Christmas, it was Will's first Christmas home with us. We had a blast. Will was a little under the weather with a stomach bug, but he did great!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDtIbIzEbPnI8ec-8dVkt9q5WhisymZD73a6lulwsUQ6LFF5omgMMFA7hZPrRTvRwhDdOmUoyaAhAaznu8S6OagcP3IPvRghPooLwTQ4ayPrhLDH6NR9kaJjrO0ZWnqQzHBMIvk_U7t9n/s1600/DSC01284.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDtIbIzEbPnI8ec-8dVkt9q5WhisymZD73a6lulwsUQ6LFF5omgMMFA7hZPrRTvRwhDdOmUoyaAhAaznu8S6OagcP3IPvRghPooLwTQ4ayPrhLDH6NR9kaJjrO0ZWnqQzHBMIvk_U7t9n/s400/DSC01284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564844544856787378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Daddy</span> and Will on Christmas Eve at my parent's house. Will didn't have a shirt on b/c he had thrown up on his earlier, and Mom of the Year here didn't have an extra. He didn't mind showing off his cutie bod!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-QfX2Lq15YtsONjEaBH0JJq4Z0xtZVPJJhqeA7ovW3fht7EuWPohea_B4GsHIpnGdZ1W344EspzdG1If7W721__L9F1-cqZId_kmu9TpJCYrMaqOIQPkYuTVJJTz_TLvxafiCDQm0Oymd/s1600/DSC01283.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRErF0jHQxkjTxpk6zaLM7NRMj3ijqxQwGGu8YLCBA9r_p4NWFVbq7uj5IusrvSEgf28SNaMyMHIg_5QtUpYIUBYytVBK-gXCH8DJBaSTvzFgV9L-yX5sgmSnbE26bLMa7xdUVqmJ82k2/s1600/DSC01280.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRErF0jHQxkjTxpk6zaLM7NRMj3ijqxQwGGu8YLCBA9r_p4NWFVbq7uj5IusrvSEgf28SNaMyMHIg_5QtUpYIUBYytVBK-gXCH8DJBaSTvzFgV9L-yX5sgmSnbE26bLMa7xdUVqmJ82k2/s400/DSC01280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564842761763516930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uncle Charles</span> and Will playing. They are only 4 years apart, and I know they are going to be best buddies. Here was the first time they were legitimately playing. It was sweet.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5KOZGVqS-sy1DNG-WMdED3_bjkQCvNhqG8AaKRmM_wibSW4x_Fs09m2ysdjgztYrriTaoylm1hWoxosBhVXAUgANzYEUjwoCzxJ3Q6tplQ11Ts0Btm6f5kYfBxFic6YC_JHA2VCTQg1K/s1600/DSC01287.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5KOZGVqS-sy1DNG-WMdED3_bjkQCvNhqG8AaKRmM_wibSW4x_Fs09m2ysdjgztYrriTaoylm1hWoxosBhVXAUgANzYEUjwoCzxJ3Q6tplQ11Ts0Btm6f5kYfBxFic6YC_JHA2VCTQg1K/s400/DSC01287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564841845189118370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Will </span>and I opening presents on Christmas Eve. This was BEFORE he lost his shirt:)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNgLHRxkRbuup_09MltKlI82PEaMC4YiBKThNwO2e76cNir8bjlg4KUc139SvkEaCfFygUCCC6C-w94FuqW_yY1_4VGQdthNNibK9RWITswzI_vwbqCQTulM_vkuKDaIij8DrLapGTc1n/s1600/DSC01296.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNgLHRxkRbuup_09MltKlI82PEaMC4YiBKThNwO2e76cNir8bjlg4KUc139SvkEaCfFygUCCC6C-w94FuqW_yY1_4VGQdthNNibK9RWITswzI_vwbqCQTulM_vkuKDaIij8DrLapGTc1n/s400/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564840977287763570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">MIMI,</span> Justin's mom, <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>showing Will all his great Christmas presents Christmas morning.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRN7GWaC7DeIxxv4mz21R20fi3WKMikknb5_uqVvFzxI44PjHApECEe6cghDBnWMdMoKHDrcdDgm5KY0xCseLLXu-WTidXpw2sbfVy5w-3gnTLx1bWkO_FuAGwuw6b7JuOC1pO9LIgWx4b/s1600/DSC01322.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRN7GWaC7DeIxxv4mz21R20fi3WKMikknb5_uqVvFzxI44PjHApECEe6cghDBnWMdMoKHDrcdDgm5KY0xCseLLXu-WTidXpw2sbfVy5w-3gnTLx1bWkO_FuAGwuw6b7JuOC1pO9LIgWx4b/s400/DSC01322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564840123124416498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">What</span> do you do with your brand new Elmo??? Of course, put it in your mouth to test it out:)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">.AND NOW RANDOM.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmptRlVsn97itpgaNy57jw8tKZxZvogRwluCtlNAwTRJQ8qblPWL6lPI7GOXLiz5YbAZ00Yp5-OH54ClVgqcsQOW1ZFICndqvrjXYB0XTFpHOPYUCi821YqY3u2Zy2lNlTvlToFY739sK_/s1600/DSC01344.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmptRlVsn97itpgaNy57jw8tKZxZvogRwluCtlNAwTRJQ8qblPWL6lPI7GOXLiz5YbAZ00Yp5-OH54ClVgqcsQOW1ZFICndqvrjXYB0XTFpHOPYUCi821YqY3u2Zy2lNlTvlToFY739sK_/s400/DSC01344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564839456244716386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I </span>took this picture of Will the other day, and I LOVE it. I know he has a funny little face going on, but I think he looks so much like his Daddy in the eyes here. He is just the sweetest little thing. I am LOVING staying home with him and am so grateful for the opportunity! He is my little buddy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk09Jye9xzOmYtb8BsisoSdOeDNTmtyTsLoSs9-4_A8O3ow83ol3zXKugYgXmTImJD7KNF_pLufrud-n9egW2F1TcGXGBhlnNfArSromR-MiyR1ANjuvo-KOAF2g_CQh5-Ct4lblJgVuo4/s1600/DSC01448.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk09Jye9xzOmYtb8BsisoSdOeDNTmtyTsLoSs9-4_A8O3ow83ol3zXKugYgXmTImJD7KNF_pLufrud-n9egW2F1TcGXGBhlnNfArSromR-MiyR1ANjuvo-KOAF2g_CQh5-Ct4lblJgVuo4/s400/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564839021284758066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lastly,</span> to confuse everyone I have met at Bellevue, and so that no one, including my son, will recognize me, I dyed my hair brown. Ha. That was not my intention; I was just really ready for a change, but that has been the result. I finally feel like I'm looking at myself now and like the change! We'll see how long it lasts.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well, </span>that is just a QUICK update on some of the big events the Paslay family has had since moving. I am going to really try and stay on top of blogging now that we are away from family and many friends. AND because I am a SAHM (stay at home mom) and I should...I said should.....have time to get blogging accomplished. Ha!<br /></div><br /><br /></div>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-21993139525499654932010-08-04T08:15:00.000-07:002010-08-05T12:16:10.349-07:00Our First Solo Road Trip.......oh, my!Well, it's official. Will and I successfully made our first road trip together. The funny thing is this was my first long road trip to make totally by myself as well. I know- I am 26, and that just sounds crazy that I've never driven longer than 2 hours on my own, but it is true! Why I decided to try it out with a 7 month old I'm not sure. I think it was pretty successful. I didn't get lost, and we both made it there and back in one piece. Will traveled like a rock star both ways until about the last hour. I will try and block those couple of hours from my memory forever:). Let's just say, we won't be doing that again for a LONG time!<br /><br /><br />However, the trip was TOTALLY worth it! We went to Lincoln, NE to see my mom's side of the family. My aunt and uncle, grandparents, and cousins all live there. Joe, Mandi, and their little boy Gabe will soon be moving to Florida, so this was one of the last times we would see them for a while. Also, my cousin Katie and her husband <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ren</span> came into town from KC, where they are both attending medical school. Will hadn't met any of them yet, so it was really important to me that everyone got to meet my little bundle of joy! Justin wasn't able to get off work, and I knew once school started back up, life would be completely crazy. Hence the fact that we made the trip by ourselves.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Mandi's son, Gabe and Will "playing" for the first time. I LOVE Gabe's face here! He wasn't too happy with Will taking his toys, but by the end of the weekend, Gabe was giving Will all kinds of love. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtECJKrX5W-uW44G2XYe7rfCc7YMFQUE2aKIJ-xdNcfdFIYPNDgXz2OVWuUpBNEQ4DUATCAreckKSFPC0IDKDSqK_xYpbRqDcqHuqvr0QdC4bNLtxNejt6xy0I-K4wDAAbnFJigg6J42z/s1600/DSCN0118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501641358248772242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtECJKrX5W-uW44G2XYe7rfCc7YMFQUE2aKIJ-xdNcfdFIYPNDgXz2OVWuUpBNEQ4DUATCAreckKSFPC0IDKDSqK_xYpbRqDcqHuqvr0QdC4bNLtxNejt6xy0I-K4wDAAbnFJigg6J42z/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Will got to meet his Great Grandma for the first time. He was so sweet and calmly hung out on her lap.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QhM0MH1cVRSYqjFQiX4GCxrf_Ds2TyoGbWj8QQoYR48PV8-64McxVLiZry1sjGXjw3yrZHSCs3mEmrOUFxEIk5vjuXNSumndSXHkOIlB4Z4kzXwmVzxafdbTfyNC98Yg3G7_onLnzRa1/s1600/DSCN0132.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501641353636311810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QhM0MH1cVRSYqjFQiX4GCxrf_Ds2TyoGbWj8QQoYR48PV8-64McxVLiZry1sjGXjw3yrZHSCs3mEmrOUFxEIk5vjuXNSumndSXHkOIlB4Z4kzXwmVzxafdbTfyNC98Yg3G7_onLnzRa1/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">I have always been so grateful for the relationship we have with our cousins. We can go so long without seeing each other, and when we get together, it feels like we haven't missed a beat. Mandi (middle of the pic) and I are the middle siblings, and we are both teachers and have little boys. Del and Katie are both the oldest siblings, are in medical school, and feel strongly about medical missions. We have always joked about how similar our life paths and goals have been! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfi64j1LxCZnRL2AElK84ed2YQZW0kNq17wy3wMze066dYWzR2FPeExRjnW_WF5NixmePcxeJ-gJm6Y5ROIH-kLjtP7grsJwH7vXBLPY3FHWX-_IV60tFlR4sEZaAW6U1jzp5Pb-AS6SMj/s1600/DSCN0150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501634051738850850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfi64j1LxCZnRL2AElK84ed2YQZW0kNq17wy3wMze066dYWzR2FPeExRjnW_WF5NixmePcxeJ-gJm6Y5ROIH-kLjtP7grsJwH7vXBLPY3FHWX-_IV60tFlR4sEZaAW6U1jzp5Pb-AS6SMj/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Gabe is SO busy, and this picture captures that. He is pushing Will and Grandma around the room. Too cute!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqw3NvhGKhw8NqMkvds8_uakHo4p7OWDMRregSsHogrgMdMkHz8-ve7AW3e-t6NMNDwBU3WbZLxrMn4zcu_LUlZUxosKpvHVzGYO15hKOxu5fesdt8Ej6KakAiRUNBjUz3CTrSDlV5zrJ/s1600/DSCN0143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501634042298260594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqw3NvhGKhw8NqMkvds8_uakHo4p7OWDMRregSsHogrgMdMkHz8-ve7AW3e-t6NMNDwBU3WbZLxrMn4zcu_LUlZUxosKpvHVzGYO15hKOxu5fesdt8Ej6KakAiRUNBjUz3CTrSDlV5zrJ/s320/DSCN0143.JPG" /></a><br />Grandma and her two Great Grandsons<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNFgnPw_ZJSnP_Z3HvSkqHZs4fDM-HWP3K2CwVcNyG4UKAOhG_B33ozUKFce_TJ5GqNYu3hBXksLqRZpwa8bNgDh6uXieQeq5BqSLiP0fJalfGUrxTccbX75SkiUebG_UD5DJB2Tjt_FH/s1600/DSCN0142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501633139149380818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNFgnPw_ZJSnP_Z3HvSkqHZs4fDM-HWP3K2CwVcNyG4UKAOhG_B33ozUKFce_TJ5GqNYu3hBXksLqRZpwa8bNgDh6uXieQeq5BqSLiP0fJalfGUrxTccbX75SkiUebG_UD5DJB2Tjt_FH/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Will meeting Grandpa for the first time. Will LOVES getting noses, and Grandpa's was no exception to this. Grandpa suffered a stroke last summer, and has had some very serious complications from it. I'm so glad Will was able to meet and hang out with his Great Grandpa.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffWL9hCgacWu2eqGOjO7qfE5-b2dVHCmIkJ2pteW5_IE06rTCQMNJ_e80v4iIgAmy3V1HSZgysxl0jyWFr6Hjs36wWdeC-4km3lGJzAg-2pXK3wYQzDbpSD6UuUEk1esgrKnV3qBMD0hZ/s1600/DSCN0240.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501633128857860834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffWL9hCgacWu2eqGOjO7qfE5-b2dVHCmIkJ2pteW5_IE06rTCQMNJ_e80v4iIgAmy3V1HSZgysxl0jyWFr6Hjs36wWdeC-4km3lGJzAg-2pXK3wYQzDbpSD6UuUEk1esgrKnV3qBMD0hZ/s320/DSCN0240.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Saturday night we headed over to Omaha to celebrate Joe's birthday with my Aunt Mary's side of the family. Aunt Mary is one of 14 siblings, which means they have a lot of family! Now, I have a total of 8 cousins on both sides of my family, so I was shocked when an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">impromptu</span> birthday party with family consisted of 30 people. It was great, though! They sure do know how to have a good time. We stayed up WAY too late, and around 1 am we had a fabulous dance party. I LOVE to dance for fun. I am not good, as most of my moves look like modified cheer moves, but if the music is pumping, I will be dancing. I think we, being my two cousins and one of theirs, danced a good hour and a half.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here Katie and I are learning the "Hoe Down, Throw Down" dance. It only took us listening to that dumb song about 20 times to get it semi down. Ha. We were told by our teacher, Sam, that we didn't pick it up very quickly. Katie is obviously not doing the right move here. Ha!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvmpsdDvyNHZFBG8mGXqV5AzbREm4rzMOf5FlRiIAp1EIrPDh_TYDQJ0JaI4gnwaCQqWMilje-SWI5baDsQirkirffetjlP5tpzmwmTubcNJ39U7QfKia_92hyphenhyphenG3JqWV_NwK9aE0duJJ8/s1600/DSCN0213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501633120089056882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvmpsdDvyNHZFBG8mGXqV5AzbREm4rzMOf5FlRiIAp1EIrPDh_TYDQJ0JaI4gnwaCQqWMilje-SWI5baDsQirkirffetjlP5tpzmwmTubcNJ39U7QfKia_92hyphenhyphenG3JqWV_NwK9aE0duJJ8/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We went swimming before the night got started. Will LOVED it and looked SO, SO sweet in his outfit!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHDxi9Ue8LrAKnVcLop1BZ5M0dV7GOpwH9c3iBpCPoeJH1AS3qbxU6iHsfsQ-78s4BMQWwZ0Pok0vpXBLRvh5GEYC4u_Pu2hYkW9z2YaL1TsRJ74FzjADMh_HidvT9_BpGDysQMf8Mciq/s1600/DSCN0172.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501620206894772514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHDxi9Ue8LrAKnVcLop1BZ5M0dV7GOpwH9c3iBpCPoeJH1AS3qbxU6iHsfsQ-78s4BMQWwZ0Pok0vpXBLRvh5GEYC4u_Pu2hYkW9z2YaL1TsRJ74FzjADMh_HidvT9_BpGDysQMf8Mciq/s400/DSCN0172.JPG" /></a><br /><br />After our great weekend trip to see family, it was time to head home. Will was posed and ready in his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">car seat</span> for our long drive home. This is how Will rides in his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">car seat</span> most of the time. He is totally relaxed and chilled! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMO_wsPdSj7vQ2LEaX68SdtI9-RpcVXh8JkoqI2NsHm4VT8GdM-OWy_GviBjQMGbvfl9PUYyPJszzgfJ0PHeNIOwsPQtF26NGiktomvhyphenhyphenH7xgAQZizkwM-juNuyoNNOGCnqbg67m8qjiw/s1600/DSCN0168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501620200791430642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMO_wsPdSj7vQ2LEaX68SdtI9-RpcVXh8JkoqI2NsHm4VT8GdM-OWy_GviBjQMGbvfl9PUYyPJszzgfJ0PHeNIOwsPQtF26NGiktomvhyphenhyphenH7xgAQZizkwM-juNuyoNNOGCnqbg67m8qjiw/s400/DSCN0168.JPG" /></a><br />Will was SO excited <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> we took a break during the trip home. He may have been crying previously, but he was all smiles when I went in the back to talk and play with him on breaks. I could just eat that little face up. I love that I can tell Will is smiling by only looking at his eyes; they just light up. My in-laws always say Will smiles all over his face. I can't help but agree. Oh, how grateful I am that the Lord has entrusted this little guy into our care. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYRe6I7iW6AJkZeu0rysaiFhBOEO-ngDeBqjymogiYYPdhLhahUAbBvXarfDAo6BzqGUN4ChvsuLKQZ8FzMi8LEDOjRzwe26K6xR92zRxkU0fbqf1Q_YfoNDyPVUYBduoTmoGElH6S-L0/s1600/will+smile.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501619494029310674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYRe6I7iW6AJkZeu0rysaiFhBOEO-ngDeBqjymogiYYPdhLhahUAbBvXarfDAo6BzqGUN4ChvsuLKQZ8FzMi8LEDOjRzwe26K6xR92zRxkU0fbqf1Q_YfoNDyPVUYBduoTmoGElH6S-L0/s400/will+smile.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-11340901494459704272010-07-01T09:06:00.001-07:002010-07-01T09:46:39.903-07:00Happy Father's DayAlthough this is late, I wanted to wish Justin a happy FIRST Father's Day!!!! Will LOVES his Daddy- L.O.V.E.S. There is no one that can make Will laugh and cackle like Justin can. Our house becomes a laugh fest when Justin gets home from work; I can hear Will cracking up from across the house! Justin is so natural and laid back when it comes to taking care of Will, which is a great balance to my somewhat crazy Mom ways. Even when Will is exercising his strong will and temper, Justin is so calm and sweet! It really melts my heart when I see the two of them together. It is obvious Will adores his Daddy!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">At the NICU, Justin was so PATIENT with Will as he worked on eating. When I would get frustrated at how he was eating, Justin was just encouraging and gentle with our sweet baby boy. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488975843327893362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyfCQBUwVPohpX5XU_Vk4hVu11LRnNOjZZlycrCQvwLmr1Ui5CHjD0vF0dLT9YD4zEm9tVQB1mXSX6BafmBgXdajargCkvXIeJ4U0qXkQU0Towg9t_v99XSYxuRhNTqWBSJYW1LWoTjGC/s320/CIMG3159.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center">Justin napping with Will </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpMFuHHys_h_MOYDoLkhk5rQawVhSumU0EyYL15EAc7yi3nXVRRiHs1AMpWQlWZk5Gxabe55QGehhB9AJ24RX29h5_m8CIBjp8_VH-dkQHHDMGfOlS2KMzJcb066iXhwDBNaN2Xbo1HQg/s1600/CIMG3166.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488975483121667970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpMFuHHys_h_MOYDoLkhk5rQawVhSumU0EyYL15EAc7yi3nXVRRiHs1AMpWQlWZk5Gxabe55QGehhB9AJ24RX29h5_m8CIBjp8_VH-dkQHHDMGfOlS2KMzJcb066iXhwDBNaN2Xbo1HQg/s320/CIMG3166.jpg" /></a><br />Will starting to realize how cool and funny Daddy is<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9m8iBpFxVYZns9P-br8fY7X99FnojVXcAd_-n1VNqWWKi4mqXEpJ520GcFmwXrohmYBUru78Kxe2qAz2dcmO0NPrvbH0C6zDcC2Oxh9hSNc5TKUN0QHhdnaoVsnpfs6f3SxL_c3e5eUH/s1600/CIMG3199.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488975084544637538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9m8iBpFxVYZns9P-br8fY7X99FnojVXcAd_-n1VNqWWKi4mqXEpJ520GcFmwXrohmYBUru78Kxe2qAz2dcmO0NPrvbH0C6zDcC2Oxh9hSNc5TKUN0QHhdnaoVsnpfs6f3SxL_c3e5eUH/s320/CIMG3199.jpg" /></a><br />Oh, how Will loves to sleep on his Daddy<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptdk9i1ENXfsswusOSApblO55zAVq1N8BtdOzIWP9ygenSPt47vesQqmugfCF4tNF1vZXTlBqi_93RWXQtWUDKTgNq2JIYB4c7O4DFCRePW-dvHQdEQ8lNOpmjrr99qrBRbOJLQcktPvM/s1600/CIMG3308.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488974894807468994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptdk9i1ENXfsswusOSApblO55zAVq1N8BtdOzIWP9ygenSPt47vesQqmugfCF4tNF1vZXTlBqi_93RWXQtWUDKTgNq2JIYB4c7O4DFCRePW-dvHQdEQ8lNOpmjrr99qrBRbOJLQcktPvM/s320/CIMG3308.jpg" /></a><br />Justin is very excited about raising a little Razorback!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhUBVp4m2hB1Mld7ueqRfZq76oygeQQV9xcLM2fHNiswf8o_Y02pZmR5BlmfP9c0lyVWacXfUXKwkplZr3GLXEYwctYZY62CBCu3raXzJk9sDweTP4_-IX7cbvOBHMugSse8z1BfEF3dM/s1600/CIMG3318.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488974558338702338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhUBVp4m2hB1Mld7ueqRfZq76oygeQQV9xcLM2fHNiswf8o_Y02pZmR5BlmfP9c0lyVWacXfUXKwkplZr3GLXEYwctYZY62CBCu3raXzJk9sDweTP4_-IX7cbvOBHMugSse8z1BfEF3dM/s320/CIMG3318.jpg" /></a><br />Sweet Daddy/Son Picture<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlNyXan-1HgpirYY3BlDpQlC4nnixUtPg3NSVP_t6PQsHvkLRaASOZWlDt71GpZ_1PWRiblOkV1RsqxlzdT0Ms7Pbj3ufoG3aKhSufxxXqTUuyxnLcQ6oZ6j7rCixkWXGoy6ZwjF56-Zi/s1600/Recent+Jus+and+will.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488973633654404914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlNyXan-1HgpirYY3BlDpQlC4nnixUtPg3NSVP_t6PQsHvkLRaASOZWlDt71GpZ_1PWRiblOkV1RsqxlzdT0Ms7Pbj3ufoG3aKhSufxxXqTUuyxnLcQ6oZ6j7rCixkWXGoy6ZwjF56-Zi/s320/Recent+Jus+and+will.jpg" /></a><br />I am so grateful for a husband that loves being a dad and is so good at it! We love you very much! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQU2QTQxvkKHvyFAwVPJGM_D1iSpScF6N3Qc77ZrIs0a5qKj8XDzJa9JRMq9Isdql4C_jiRofUAKMZ8WNuam1cVj4LIDhpMPRmPCaj6SL76PuHdjYzMk9rgozZxcY6woQJZ6Lcl7DI8pc/s1600/CIMG3365.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-56127032253999679392010-06-16T21:19:00.001-07:002010-06-18T11:59:22.737-07:00Happy 6 Month Birthday<div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;">Happy Six Month Birthday to our sweet William James! </span><span style="color:#000000;">It is AMAZING how much he has grown and changed in such a short amount of time. I recently boxed up his preemie, newborn, and 0-3 month clothes, and it is so hard to believe he was so, so tiny! It is already hard to remember what life was like without our sweet man; however, I do think it involved a lot more sleep!! Here are some pictures documenting parts of his first 6 months; some are from nice cameras and some from my iphone.</span></div><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484145240653366594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrDCDVnsu8Z1EjMDSCR2AAdCTA8JWgtHA-wvAcjxCNcZHwFoHZp7uxqHbxF6rIortqez9PZ_zJamsHdB0tuU5qUgNNZQB2QBpE334AVvgh7x0cmYVZbuTDtNBGQIDiPZr1g_UjnzwcleE/s400/Will+8x10.jpg" />Sleeping peacefully in the NICU; I could just eat up that beautiful face! Our sweet friends Josh and Katie blew this picture up and brought it to the hospital for us to have. It was so thoughtful and is up in his room now.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FttS4jruK1RPoRFd5B1-xiqMOIJBzd-1b2zVa1uVH6Dwndat-mIG5MzRz_yX4izym0OobMZjCNTGZq6Xnp5BFx-KfWRpotP79uFFoN3MW5RlawgL_BRQegj5Kns9T9dyqRT85bRn_nGG/s1600/IMG_3941.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484145071391259026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FttS4jruK1RPoRFd5B1-xiqMOIJBzd-1b2zVa1uVH6Dwndat-mIG5MzRz_yX4izym0OobMZjCNTGZq6Xnp5BFx-KfWRpotP79uFFoN3MW5RlawgL_BRQegj5Kns9T9dyqRT85bRn_nGG/s320/IMG_3941.JPG" /></a> We call this his "Grandpa face." He looks so wrinkly and somewhat confused here!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3LYUK7GYZkGeKHxu3P5ZZiCqS5LwWnLDWUD2Of4NK-to7-oaGfh2TzsDasdyC2LT3vVq-WlCwUP5H1Oljp54RcSjPrS5OuYpR-XmZ6u7rL8u8hPSdTwZEVq0igiAXONHlXFPQ3RcJu_3/s1600/IMG_3930.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484145058705954626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3LYUK7GYZkGeKHxu3P5ZZiCqS5LwWnLDWUD2Of4NK-to7-oaGfh2TzsDasdyC2LT3vVq-WlCwUP5H1Oljp54RcSjPrS5OuYpR-XmZ6u7rL8u8hPSdTwZEVq0igiAXONHlXFPQ3RcJu_3/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" /></a>First time trying to eat and being burped. One of the NICU nurses showed us this technique for burping Will; he doesn't seem like he enjoyed it much!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTi1Ik2ZWvC0YrcbNc5RRknM3gAXCrOakzPbDEbKw5eLqQIQC5rWYI-9UmvYGj2vF96SuoaB75XszfLckZUVfew5CpeFweE_RrkjoodkboOa_ukIUPaUA1er9JIK3EAxEaagQIfR_6-n9/s1600/IMG_3927.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144576070384050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTi1Ik2ZWvC0YrcbNc5RRknM3gAXCrOakzPbDEbKw5eLqQIQC5rWYI-9UmvYGj2vF96SuoaB75XszfLckZUVfew5CpeFweE_RrkjoodkboOa_ukIUPaUA1er9JIK3EAxEaagQIfR_6-n9/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" /></a> Does it get any sweeter than this? Will took a while to get the whole suck, swallow, breath idea down.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlTVsp6Ow6LdkdD91-kESj_v8XjX0BqFkAm7B_pRmdmlW3E-cz8vcMd5adbziaEn1BZthX_J44UTx9jSaYxjHRW5mKKOiydqIiaVBM6xOe4T2XS_kfwM_KT93h7avu2rWllYOIhYs-QLh/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144561872518882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlTVsp6Ow6LdkdD91-kESj_v8XjX0BqFkAm7B_pRmdmlW3E-cz8vcMd5adbziaEn1BZthX_J44UTx9jSaYxjHRW5mKKOiydqIiaVBM6xOe4T2XS_kfwM_KT93h7avu2rWllYOIhYs-QLh/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+062.jpg" /></a>After 15 days in the NICU, we are finally home! 15 days doesn't sound very long looking back now, but when we were there, it seemed like we were never going to make it out. We are so, so grateful for a healthy baby boy to bring home! </div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144557922093234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOtCHa9YZ_foVIr5S9i_ZfY-BUVtdNUj-5LwoM0jfl7BKHJum0UE9rYfvqqwHfWrpr0NrjIRYwutba_WH2YzSs-jLTsIs41fMIl1VMksEud0CJ88s00sc557itNOecYAFvIHA0-7PQT_fD/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+058.jpg" /> <div><br />Here Will is on his <strong>ONE</strong> month birthday. Will had REALLY bad acid reflux that caused him to SCREAM about 2-3 minutes into every feeding. It was trying to say the least. We eventually found the miracle drug Prevacid that really helped him out. He still cried a lot, but at least I knew he was getting all the food he needed. Our doctor told us preemies are just fussier in general, however I think it may just be a "baby thing" the more I talk to other parents!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvzL5QyH_3B46ppXDamQ3mDb_ymyfS0vaJDt1e4voJP1chUeA1mznNUWDUgyaOWmufkL61DhNbO-xaaz2Dr-Ag6BOJMi4hNkVFVxG8zofn_-xjz5rU9dPpwdsc95MU4XuPZ9S_ZFHM4PG/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+086.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144555051252258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvzL5QyH_3B46ppXDamQ3mDb_ymyfS0vaJDt1e4voJP1chUeA1mznNUWDUgyaOWmufkL61DhNbO-xaaz2Dr-Ag6BOJMi4hNkVFVxG8zofn_-xjz5rU9dPpwdsc95MU4XuPZ9S_ZFHM4PG/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+086.jpg" /></a> Not a great picture, but this was Will's VERY FIRST SMILE at his momma! He was six weeks and 3 days when he gave me this grin. I was so glad to have my phone right by me to capture this moment. He didn't smile frequently until he was about 8-9 weeks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUvWJ2crQxsd1HC5L9XzvE5dhQUhzZYTMVhpvkT6eXDQrymZvIr5pqxYG8bbHW2wT-ZuEtdqa67yMIUDv3jWn3XbiPIUxbeEG2j5rge_-6hKivX0US0D57PvSHcNDBKSb6XD_XUb-uDdj/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+162.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144543670492274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUvWJ2crQxsd1HC5L9XzvE5dhQUhzZYTMVhpvkT6eXDQrymZvIr5pqxYG8bbHW2wT-ZuEtdqa67yMIUDv3jWn3XbiPIUxbeEG2j5rge_-6hKivX0US0D57PvSHcNDBKSb6XD_XUb-uDdj/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+162.jpg" /></a>I am including this picture for two reasons. </div><div>1. I thought this little outfit was SO cute on him! </div><div>2. Our sweet guy has quite the temper on him; in the NICU our nurses kept telling us he had a quick temper, but we never really saw it there and brushed the comment off. Apparently, they knew what they were talking about because we saw it pretty soon after we got home. He is getting better now, but if he wants something...to eat, a toy, to be held....</div><div>he lets us know pretty quickly! </div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484168458541524370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1L5l2AZYNFvPIxAFImbBa-7wO2cO9-bk1gspVneXb10eWyLU6zt0a4VBi-kGSOaLZZyqqJYiISNX_nLZyT0ru3Nm1jc260-c0auqyUyrFuIe-XirtpQVOKnA67ELhF53GsntgfPj9iWn/s320/will+tub+foot.jpg" /> <div>Will LOVES the bath and he recently started LOVING to eat/suck on his feet. It is actually pretty amazing at the flexibility he has!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOlCNQjZp2Fthm6rwV0p7hQFKo0uf0FpUJ8pia9aoX0iuGAfSu9H1RcuFEnOGvCc5i1IqxSnQQayes588VwN9F-vS_z_FefRFDLhIiz2iNUDbznsZR7FD5xbvM7S60AzRCC42qHI5eZrf/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+093.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484142679942976482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOlCNQjZp2Fthm6rwV0p7hQFKo0uf0FpUJ8pia9aoX0iuGAfSu9H1RcuFEnOGvCc5i1IqxSnQQayes588VwN9F-vS_z_FefRFDLhIiz2iNUDbznsZR7FD5xbvM7S60AzRCC42qHI5eZrf/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+093.jpg" /></a> He started sitting up at 5 months for REALLY short periods of time and gets better every time we try it. He is still working on it at 6 months, but he is getting a lot more stable and sure of what he's doing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t021d6rrNi4Ds9yIvoYy-TFDc1KCTlQiqoogYtzxAze4cGfGi97cKFNQqor_TKMMvdtams0QkE0qucDeo2affksZg16eFqpfbOl32BGqTDWTrf7wevLyxMYPB7czS5wvtsV-yZKl_cgf/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+083.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484142679044324594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t021d6rrNi4Ds9yIvoYy-TFDc1KCTlQiqoogYtzxAze4cGfGi97cKFNQqor_TKMMvdtams0QkE0qucDeo2affksZg16eFqpfbOl32BGqTDWTrf7wevLyxMYPB7czS5wvtsV-yZKl_cgf/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+083.jpg" /></a>Will also recently started loving being in his bouncer. He also loves his exersaucer his Great Grandpa and Grandma got him. He is really starting to observe the world around him and loves being able to see what is going on. As I type this, he is bouncing away, babbling, and playing with the toys on the bouncer!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJtsAvluFMZh7P_rWIZFrmKsiaWCy_LplHgsf2HDXwRXxByXr2O2Mnu9UDt56-oGjFx0SW8CGZfb4RZvgV8OFs46ft2wNO-t6Hse39sxHqxQICHZDXt0u2ZOzGX30X-nH-NYDKl0mY8H2/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484142671219363298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJtsAvluFMZh7P_rWIZFrmKsiaWCy_LplHgsf2HDXwRXxByXr2O2Mnu9UDt56-oGjFx0SW8CGZfb4RZvgV8OFs46ft2wNO-t6Hse39sxHqxQICHZDXt0u2ZOzGX30X-nH-NYDKl0mY8H2/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+011.jpg" /></a> We very recently started trying rice cereal and baby food. He is getting better at it and pretty much likes everything we have tried. At the suggestion of our doctor, we tried prunes first because the poor boy used to go 9-10 days between pooping. He surprisingly liked them. Since then we have tried carrots and squash; both he seems to enjoy!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoz6ADr4-0sCIEU31x5NnYpeX5D2ypHjqq2BN18w_SdWcMIx-UhJlUMN1F9o2bLv_GbXJeBwmRu76AMD6eDqK9D6JR_LUNsLGygSfn0BzdXdR8S0MKkSiWKpfQIO-UId6okfVHI0vpu-J_/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484142666264484274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoz6ADr4-0sCIEU31x5NnYpeX5D2ypHjqq2BN18w_SdWcMIx-UhJlUMN1F9o2bLv_GbXJeBwmRu76AMD6eDqK9D6JR_LUNsLGygSfn0BzdXdR8S0MKkSiWKpfQIO-UId6okfVHI0vpu-J_/s320/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+016.jpg" /></a> This was our first attempt with carrots; Will sneezed and got it EVERYWHERE!<br /></div></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We have Will's six month appt. on the 29th, so we will see how big he has gotten! I do know he has already TRIPLED his birth weight!!!<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We are incredibly grateful God has allowed us to become the parents of the <em>sweetest</em>, <em>cutest</em> boy around! </div><div align="left"><br /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-52448212115900637832010-06-16T12:44:00.001-07:002010-06-18T08:32:03.170-07:00Let's Start at the Very Beginning.....A Very Good Place to Start...<div align="center">In order for this to be a place for me to keep up with Will, I want to go back to the beginning of his life. He had quite the dramatic entry into this world- a little too soon if I may add! So, to go back to the beginning, I am heading back to my pregnancy!<br /><br />My pregnancy was going great; I felt great and loved being pregnant. Here is a picture of me at 26 weeks. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473061688379794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNfbutwE4gZS47ol5TLlBFsd8oykKly4HeNJV-V2rYul68VSXM19zjMZQI6_gd5XPYo9DBnSRph7NpcnB7iFWqGEDQI070M3KSyuB9z1-MfbA2rHK6wvqvK1PYXFZvHPsLL2HjBIDzsdk/s200/pregnancy+shot.jpg" /> Mr. Will was growing great and everything was pretty ideal. Around 32 weeks I started to notice I was getting a little swollen; I asked my doctor, and she told me to not eat so much sodium. I went along on my merry way. The swelling continued, and I started gaining weight pretty rapidly. Honestly, it didn't matter what I did; the pounds seemed to pack on regardless of my water drinking, eating healthy self. It was actually very discouraging! One night after a basketball game I documented my swollen calves. Justin may kill me for posting this, but they must be exposed to understand the amount of swelling! <div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsu5haYqlLSEAnI8APSSwGF4ACUAlmQDgRAkxyNCkPyRZuqxMpcC5V3nIWJEXgHb8zEO2aRIk2hv6uaoCegScVSV9G0g30pOeY5qr6_CCLmS9347JwSuHSHPsBzDASKasH_hNfrEwtU0k1/s1600/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+098.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483463717487084978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsu5haYqlLSEAnI8APSSwGF4ACUAlmQDgRAkxyNCkPyRZuqxMpcC5V3nIWJEXgHb8zEO2aRIk2hv6uaoCegScVSV9G0g30pOeY5qr6_CCLmS9347JwSuHSHPsBzDASKasH_hNfrEwtU0k1/s200/IPHONE+Pics+June+09-June+10+098.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="left">Sexy, I know:). </div><br /><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I promise in real life they don't look like this; it was quite shockingto say the least. Unfortunately, they actually got even bigger before I had Will; this was probably about 33 weeks along.</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">At 34 weeks, my doctor cleared me to go and watch Justin graduate seminary in Louisville, Kentucky. Again, she attributed the swelling to sodium intake. We left on a Thursday, Dec. 10 and came back the Saturday before I had Will on Dec. 17th. I am so, so grateful my body held out until we were home! How awful would that have been?? I am also so glad I was able to be there for Justin's big day!</div><br /><div align="left">Anyway, Wednesday, Dec.16th I started to feel REALLY bad. We had plans to hang out with some new friends; Justin didn't want to cancel, so I went to Tim's and a Razorback b-ball game feeling really icky. In Justin's defense, he nor I realized how bad I really was feeling! </div><br /><div align="left">The next day at school I still felt pretty bad. During my 5th period class I got a really bad headache and started to realize something was wrong. I got my blood pressure checked and it was 150/110. My sweet friend Katie insisted we head to the doctor. When we got there, they immediately sent me down to triage and quickly diagnosed me with pre-eclampsia. My bp got up to 180/120 and the decision was made that Will needed to make his appearance ASAP. Because my bp was so high, they had to put me on something calling Magnesium Sulfate (I think...I could be off a little). They also made the decision I was in no shape to be induced and needed an emergency C-section. Here Justin is suited up ready to have this baby!!<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOjK61ZPxf1mv4pNovKHDegYq82AinKS6wSmE6PTruwRUTGX9QFhU8KNHDjT4fD3yhnt63aNTCxI49WnNxLQcP5fsYcMcoFVuagB4-z2eF5N4EbE_LsGVNl1Y06OTtJVXvsV6reYkeDni/s1600/IMG_3807.JPG"></a></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484132887126102194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HpdMU0ffRy5TCSB6PCNHEtEsP_HBKOFEL9Div2nw2Kc4UdoMiEtGsgXYVJ2pbBWTGkNaz7jA73iX8lMgvM_rmW3HT8-jIGDNjmA2jd-SPzh_Idw-lok-YnB21j_Rgpyif6FUCMHREARH/s320/IMG_3807.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Here are some of the first pictures of our William James Paslay</span></strong><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">December 17, 2009</div><br /><br /><div align="center">7:43pm</div><br /><br /><div align="center">5 pounds 3 ounces</div><br /><br /><div align="center">18.5 inches<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">REALLY unhappy to be out. Because he wasn't breathing well, they weren't able to give him a bath or clean him well. So, he is still a little white!</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473937092264946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijplLVNieESl-zA2w1GoObakZxc7GK8GvM2qT_-7NW6vZBufqxOUPgSDR2KiKOZdBPDQjTFdpWx-siR-qLE73uiE6QOrAZHByvFOQOSS-9RkfHUtmsJ-DhmfnVTsJPKipa3FUF4z2h9EP-/s200/IMG_3835.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473627028634242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZS9EQ0jcV1kXY4TSGpD8UpKbss32LMRaY7G683rHAlDfxb97qKR2msewRZwb5xmsaIBf5CtTr3aAPHKSVXJO1JRc-i5F7Pzucvt-Sx5BmUOIY5K662cKsPTQYeti_COXyZFobErZ6SvXx/s200/IMG_3833.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Love this picture of Will being shown to the waiting room!</div><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483474197662369938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCp8H6iMbGOYaeVRwRZHsk37YEOI69LrqQFfpJRyb6yfo6D6Ts39eDPlZRCZQBKExIVwZ5-X2w-j8sA2aM7k_kRhQ_J5Bd13NcOP1EElaVP1fPiYq94fZXoMSIsdgEepIkeOfsv9vSSfrx/s200/IMG_3845.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Our sweet little guy still in the nursery. They give babies a little while to try and breath on their own before they take them to the NICU.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484134971648398674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk5B_ryVm7f9118ice60vVmk4cC0JedTSWthwcF4hGBS_bcXrCs1fofehe9tevO2KPLWq4gaSzsgH0snUeR0CpBbi0QVAb-FpOffKW-QW8wCUAKmWCzSOpgXXejpSQJn_NLnSkL9xiVyG2/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" /><br /><p>Okay, I have given WAY too many details. I will have to finish our NICU story another time! Justin does always tell me I give too many details when telling stories! Obviously, I will need to finish documenting his first 6 months of Will's life on several different posts!</p>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518466091285144203.post-77406859729895598862010-06-14T20:57:00.000-07:002010-06-18T08:10:45.400-07:00Totally an Amateur<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmw5K_jRj2E79RPN41khpmBSILfy9O0Uw3QgT-Gpf7qrtRFV5evyoiS8T9OvRJe6Lo5QZHBJwBYkAXM84Bm99CYuFq3OT5SNH2vBRnJyDquLIzkls4Xg9pTWaM5-Zv73VpZos-lKbs11ux/s1600/Sweet+Will.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482856802566677090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmw5K_jRj2E79RPN41khpmBSILfy9O0Uw3QgT-Gpf7qrtRFV5evyoiS8T9OvRJe6Lo5QZHBJwBYkAXM84Bm99CYuFq3OT5SNH2vBRnJyDquLIzkls4Xg9pTWaM5-Zv73VpZos-lKbs11ux/s320/Sweet+Will.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well, this is officially my first <strong><em>attempt</em></strong> at entering the blog world. I feel very much like an amateur trying to figure this all out! There will definitely not be any bells and whistles to this blog for some time; I am thinking it will be a continual work in progress:). I would normally have called a friend who is an expert blogger to figure it all out, but I recently made a goal to be more self sufficient and to not always ask how to do things. So, this is my first amateur <strong><em>attempt</em></strong>! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After having Will, I spent countless hours in the night reading blogs. My little man may be very sweet and cute, but he is most certainly not a great sleeper! Beca<img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" />use we don't have cable, and I get sucked into buying fancy vacuums, work out plans, and blenders from infomercials, I occupied my mind reading about other people's lives on their blogs. I loved getting to know what was going on with their lives- some I knew personally and some I just found through friends' blogs. I love the idea of having so many details about everyday life in one spot. I can already tell I'm forgetting details about Will, and he is only 6 months old (well 2 days shy of his 6 month birthday)! So, hopefully this will be where I can keep up with what is going on in our family.<br /><div></div></div><br /><div>So, for my first post I will leave some pics of our sweet, growing little guy. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2X09C2LBMGrJ-Z0U-v_d_y3oz2MqCZySqaswz-PWwvNdb55OSoNf6a0Y12QqYhAuF9wOEmcxcwOGvRlwep4gPuLJVGaGOvGJppbrpCCHaFlr0zrQQI8fOUcW9t-8Q1fJM7bDhSlJAJuK/s1600/will.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482853643345048258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2X09C2LBMGrJ-Z0U-v_d_y3oz2MqCZySqaswz-PWwvNdb55OSoNf6a0Y12QqYhAuF9wOEmcxcwOGvRlwep4gPuLJVGaGOvGJppbrpCCHaFlr0zrQQI8fOUcW9t-8Q1fJM7bDhSlJAJuK/s320/will.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxSRlsT6GST7-s8uWdYtFjbeZIlqcUDXT3TEodb0hVc_IFYZyWWBUlleBvMuHqbb4L2LYkf1JxAv_FhX8h_a0enrgOqTZF7xEVxfdgagWpBN3X5vDQLFmtvSuu-vJ3QVJB00yP4S4XwqG/s1600/Caleb's+bday.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482854323404756450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxSRlsT6GST7-s8uWdYtFjbeZIlqcUDXT3TEodb0hVc_IFYZyWWBUlleBvMuHqbb4L2LYkf1JxAv_FhX8h_a0enrgOqTZF7xEVxfdgagWpBN3X5vDQLFmtvSuu-vJ3QVJB00yP4S4XwqG/s200/Caleb's+bday.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>(my sis-in-law <a href="http://www.slonekerphotos.blogspot.com/">Chelsea</a> took the picture on the left and at the top of the page- one of the pictures is at the top b/c I can't figure out how to move it down with the other two.....again, SO AMATEUR!!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Paslay 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/02583603066123604229noreply@blogger.com4