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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yri7DMVr2s/ToTQWPen2wI/AAAAAAAACEI/lWo_Rjy_K3E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yri7DMVr2s/ToTQWPen2wI/AAAAAAAACEI/lWo_Rjy_K3E/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stripes added to the family room. This project was not for the faint of heart. It involved tons of patience on my part. Let's be real here: I didn't do much. :) Also, a few fall decorations. Those pumpkins in the apothecary jar are glittery. They are orange in real life, but I am a terrible photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8J8Dk62K7CM/ToTQXnaDBxI/AAAAAAAACEM/wWbFGuFlL_o/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8J8Dk62K7CM/ToTQXnaDBxI/AAAAAAAACEM/wWbFGuFlL_o/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Entry way finally done. &amp;nbsp;For now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhlVUR9y9a8/ToTQbcz-E5I/AAAAAAAACEQ/umdJQUyZCyY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhlVUR9y9a8/ToTQbcz-E5I/AAAAAAAACEQ/umdJQUyZCyY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;New paint color in the front room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NofMPpY0Cdk/ToTQd3Df5-I/AAAAAAAACEU/YAmzGHzOB4w/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NofMPpY0Cdk/ToTQd3Df5-I/AAAAAAAACEU/YAmzGHzOB4w/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My souvenir from Rosemary Beach, Florida. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKLOrrOHGLQ/ToTQicoR-XI/AAAAAAAACEY/aJvgKE48xz0/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKLOrrOHGLQ/ToTQicoR-XI/AAAAAAAACEY/aJvgKE48xz0/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Antique store purchase #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiTlouD6k6Q/ToTQkzRITgI/AAAAAAAACEc/LnXuHAvfCes/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiTlouD6k6Q/ToTQkzRITgI/AAAAAAAACEc/LnXuHAvfCes/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Antique purchase #2. I'm also collecting pom pom balls for a little project. I also now have 5 blue mason jars. I'm in love with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wxxSyolD0M/ToTQrcEbj1I/AAAAAAAACEg/hRefhg3dK34/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wxxSyolD0M/ToTQrcEbj1I/AAAAAAAACEg/hRefhg3dK34/s320/077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anthopologie display...Peter is currently making an art project where he was inspired from this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CyXkoJ8UKg/ToTQ10lG20I/AAAAAAAACEk/WS5LEp8kx2c/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CyXkoJ8UKg/ToTQ10lG20I/AAAAAAAACEk/WS5LEp8kx2c/s320/108.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fall is here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3865309177396816469?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3865309177396816469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3865309177396816469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3865309177396816469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3865309177396816469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-improvements.html' title='Home improvements.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yri7DMVr2s/ToTQWPen2wI/AAAAAAAACEI/lWo_Rjy_K3E/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3646914561888599469</id><published>2011-09-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:08:24.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-5akGZSw2s/ToTPBGbNYfI/AAAAAAAACDo/5KsuYKru10o/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-5akGZSw2s/ToTPBGbNYfI/AAAAAAAACDo/5KsuYKru10o/s320/060.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still chewing his breakfast here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRvf-XrMFBs/ToTPEBB-_9I/AAAAAAAACDs/k54jVEN2QFs/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRvf-XrMFBs/ToTPEBB-_9I/AAAAAAAACDs/k54jVEN2QFs/s320/064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm done taking pictures, thanks momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTndXh1_ztA/ToTPItfMf0I/AAAAAAAACDw/UH-knPTSLlw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTndXh1_ztA/ToTPItfMf0I/AAAAAAAACDw/UH-knPTSLlw/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every kid was sent home with a bag to decorate. Luckily, I had everything at home and had fun with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1x9ByUovUZk/ToTPLHFyQSI/AAAAAAAACD0/eohTveivod8/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1x9ByUovUZk/ToTPLHFyQSI/AAAAAAAACD0/eohTveivod8/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First school project he brought home. Proud fridge moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzJdpQetTEs/ToTPUZwOr8I/AAAAAAAACD4/YpupBv2_Jh4/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzJdpQetTEs/ToTPUZwOr8I/AAAAAAAACD4/YpupBv2_Jh4/s320/057.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hanging up his name tag. Yes, his finger is in his nose. Nervous habit. Mouth or nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljoKPYaY6Rc/ToTPYeJXgSI/AAAAAAAACD8/As4sMFiwUtQ/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljoKPYaY6Rc/ToTPYeJXgSI/AAAAAAAACD8/As4sMFiwUtQ/s320/059.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Checking out the cool toys with his best friend, Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRwnrKmDdLY/ToTPbWhKSUI/AAAAAAAACEA/8qdaNq2HIjo/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRwnrKmDdLY/ToTPbWhKSUI/AAAAAAAACEA/8qdaNq2HIjo/s320/060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friends from home group. Peter was very sad I took this picture. Stupid real job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hzY22Xm90Y/ToTPd-6iyOI/AAAAAAAACEE/Lbo__rwLIJk/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2hzY22Xm90Y/ToTPd-6iyOI/AAAAAAAACEE/Lbo__rwLIJk/s320/061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are just before I left. No tears were involved from either party. Successful first day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3646914561888599469?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3646914561888599469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3646914561888599469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3646914561888599469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3646914561888599469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e-5akGZSw2s/ToTPBGbNYfI/AAAAAAAACDo/5KsuYKru10o/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6824984658584654659</id><published>2011-09-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:53:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus is 2.</title><content type='html'>Titus turned 2 on August 24th. We celebrated on his actual birthday with breakfast at Cafe Brazil and the mall play ground with friends. Peter had to work extra late on Wednesday so he took the day off on Friday to help with Titus party and to play with his birthday boy. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://thepoefam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittney&lt;/a&gt;, Titus had a wonderful party. She let me borrow a ton of stuff from Nash's party. LOVE YOU! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent 4th of July week in Florida on the beaches of 30A. I had never been before, but it was worth the 15 hour drive. I think everyone and their dog were going to this strip of Florida that week. It took us 2 extra hours. I little munchkin did awesome on the trip up and back. However, he slept 45 minutes there and 35 back. Haa! Somehow, he stayed very happy. &amp;nbsp;We stayed from Saturday to Saturday. It was glorious. Here are some iphone pics to document our trip. 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Funny, but not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been summer day filled with swimming, no napping, eating out with friends, and a few fits. We had just gotten out of the car and Titus decided to throw a fit for his dad because he didn't want to go take a bath. Granted, I would have let bath time slip, but he'd been in a very public pool earlier that day. Ew. Anyways, Titus manages to throw himself on the floor and hit his head. He immediately starts the kind of cry where you hold your breath for a really long time. He lets out a little breath and does it again. Then all of a sudden he passes out..in his daddy's arms. Terrifying, to say the least. Our first thought was that that he had hit his head so hard it made him pass out and get a concussion. Peter laid him on the bed and started yelling his name and patting his cheek. I, calmly, no that's a lie, frantically run to get my phone to call 911. I come back while it's ringing and we're both yelling his name. He finally opens his eyes and closes them again for a second. Then he opened them again and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. A GLORIOUS SOUND...let me tell you.  So, 6 large men show up at our door. They all come in and they take one look at him and know he's okay. I was totally overwhelmed by all of these very large men in our house, so I'm sure Titus was too. He refused to stop crying.  We knew he didn't have a concussion. There was only a little knot on his temple from falling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, just in case, we treated it like a concussion and checked on him several times in the night. I may or may not have put him in bed with us for 4 hours...but then when I realized he was fine, put him back to bed.  It was a terrifying night. I recovered much quicker than Peter did.  He was shaken up to the point of tears. I cried while telling my mom on the phone what happened, but other than that, I was able to bounce back pretty quickly. That, my friends, is only because of the Lord's grace.  I had to keep reminding myself that evening that Titus is on loan to me and that he is not mine.  But, I felt a huge weight of what it would be like if he weren't around. I'll just stop right there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this not the most hilarious picture you have ever seen? :) Ace Ventura anyone? I told Peter I was going to tweet this pic. At church on Saturday, he had like 20 people come to him and tell him they died laughing over it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpD_s6oSOM/Tf-XxWg15fI/AAAAAAAAB9w/dB55Nql98JE/s400/5c116131cf274873899d302e76ce66d0_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620377734094382578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this man. He is such an unbelievable father. He even allowed me to lead worship this past weekend...that's alot of hours away from home. Instead of having time for himself, he selflessly hung out with a whiny toddler who needed more sleep! We had a low key Sunday, and Peter got to work on his shed for about 4 hours. He built it from scratch and it looks awesome.  Titus painted him a box that we will use for years to come for Father's Day gifts.  Peter asked for some freezer beer mugs...so I of course obliged and got him a Dallas Maverick's one and a Texas Rangers one. I also bought him a sketch pad. He's always dreaming up his next project, so I thought I'd get him a book so he could keep them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are gearing up for our vacation in a few weeks. I just can't stand it that it's so close!!!!! I turn the big 31 this weekend and then we're off!! Hoooray!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus is growing like a weed.  He is obsessed with cars at the moment. He'll play with them for HOURS upon end. It's so fun to watch his little imagination grow day to day.  He can currently count to 12.  We're working on our colors. His favorite color is red.  Everything is red at the moment. He's becoming more and more social. This weekend after Peter picked him up from class at church, he said, "Bye friends!" Peter couldn't believe it.  I was so proud. He cries when we drop him off.  We've been to the pool several times already this summer. However, it's a bit of a beating to lather both of us up with 50SPF before heading out.  Luckily, it doesn't bother T so much.  We are NOT getting sunburned this summer. Here is what Titus wears when we go to the pool. It may or may look like a wrestling outfit. :) haaa!!! I can't decide if it's too small. It doesn't bother him one bit though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kw_WbiMjwik/Tf-af4JCcNI/AAAAAAAAB94/WomIiEnseiI/s400/20a8dbf958dd4b81b777a187238f5c51_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620380732418584786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few pics from my phone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4VmkTMIvoU/Tf-ageolrlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/GI-2PgzkKII/s1600/fed00623933c4222bdc3318443aa1357_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4VmkTMIvoU/Tf-ageolrlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/GI-2PgzkKII/s400/fed00623933c4222bdc3318443aa1357_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620380742751465042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a 3 hour nap. Those curls are amazing. We even trimmed them a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7oniblYk7K0/Tf-agM5UecI/AAAAAAAAB-A/zbuhVB_YqUw/s1600/08555fd78af646a6ae8eea6c8ff78cb2_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7oniblYk7K0/Tf-agM5UecI/AAAAAAAAB-A/zbuhVB_YqUw/s400/08555fd78af646a6ae8eea6c8ff78cb2_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620380737989802434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to my niece's dance recital. It was hilarious...however, it made me appreciate little boys! Haa!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kw_WbiMjwik/Tf-af4JCcNI/AAAAAAAAB94/WomIiEnseiI/s1600/20a8dbf958dd4b81b777a187238f5c51_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there is your blog update for quarter! :) The spell check is not working. So, don't judge me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-88968884184024657?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/88968884184024657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=88968884184024657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/88968884184024657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/88968884184024657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-911-etc.html' title='Father&apos;s Day, 911, etc.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpD_s6oSOM/Tf-XxWg15fI/AAAAAAAAB9w/dB55Nql98JE/s72-c/5c116131cf274873899d302e76ce66d0_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7504263749759674223</id><published>2011-05-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:20:38.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been doing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a new addiction or two. :) Pinterest and Polyvore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see my Pinterest &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/mabrigg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maybe I need an intervention. But, it has spurred on my creative genes...Peter's too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of projects going on around here for fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May has flown by. We've been having fun. I've been working, playing, and being a mom.  Titus had croup for a week at the beginning of May. That was NOT fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Mother's Day was precious. Titus made me a homeade coffee mug. :) Peter said he had to pray hard for creativity for Titus' gift. It was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus has been busy helping his dad build a shed in the backyard, climbing on Charlie, and playing with cars and choo-choo trains. He is hilarious these days. We have full on conversations often.  My mom said we should put him in school. My response to that was, "I wasn't in school at his age." Mom says, "He's smarter than you were." Umm, thanks mom. It's probably true. The kid can count to 12 all by himself.  What? He's currently obsessed with counting things....all....day...long. It's hilarious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, to tide everyone over. Here's some of my Polyvore inspiration boards. I just figured out how to do this a few days ago. I'm thinking about vacation at the moment. Fourth of July just happens to fall during our vacay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqZ1TI6cicU/Td-xIIdlg-I/AAAAAAAAB9k/d39H0noGOj4/s1600/x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqZ1TI6cicU/Td-xIIdlg-I/AAAAAAAAB9k/d39H0noGOj4/s400/x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611398413995574242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhh dreaming again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRYT4JZm75g/Td-xIPd_0rI/AAAAAAAAB9c/RzG0PKKv5Zg/s1600/summer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRYT4JZm75g/Td-xIPd_0rI/AAAAAAAAB9c/RzG0PKKv5Zg/s400/summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611398415876346546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7504263749759674223?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7504263749759674223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7504263749759674223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7504263749759674223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7504263749759674223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-ive-been-doing.html' title='What I&apos;ve been doing.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqZ1TI6cicU/Td-xIIdlg-I/AAAAAAAAB9k/d39H0noGOj4/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-4100390114106470292</id><published>2011-04-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:50:14.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to love in April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKmW5heHs9k/TaTDepe6d5I/AAAAAAAAB9U/KmXPJSDSTdI/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594811568400005010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKmW5heHs9k/TaTDepe6d5I/AAAAAAAAB9U/KmXPJSDSTdI/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching Mickey while resting on Charlie.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyQXgX1j7UE/TaTDdzZ03QI/AAAAAAAAB9M/gTR5hnCCNAU/s1600/019%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594811553883151618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyQXgX1j7UE/TaTDdzZ03QI/AAAAAAAAB9M/gTR5hnCCNAU/s400/019%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing lunches and dinners with this boy. He eats breakfast in the high chair while watching Mickey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXcMi6WMJrg/TaTDdhF8DNI/AAAAAAAAB9E/92YWaq0mwhg/s1600/008%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594811548967898322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXcMi6WMJrg/TaTDdhF8DNI/AAAAAAAAB9E/92YWaq0mwhg/s400/008%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The library with our best friends Jacob and Natasha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-Bj0RL7muA/TaTDdaWiMbI/AAAAAAAAB88/lu69j8wefhY/s1600/007%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594811547158458802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u-Bj0RL7muA/TaTDdaWiMbI/AAAAAAAAB88/lu69j8wefhY/s400/007%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting on friends for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; in play clothes......he's ready to dust or something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHYLDj-g6T8/TaTDdIr0BrI/AAAAAAAAB80/4d1K_Jl4QQA/s1600/005%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594811542415869618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHYLDj-g6T8/TaTDdIr0BrI/AAAAAAAAB80/4d1K_Jl4QQA/s400/005%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The zoo with grandaddy wore him out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WyPKsEeFp0/TaTBo66IvxI/AAAAAAAAB8s/eK0o5kEYy_c/s1600/005.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594809545853026066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WyPKsEeFp0/TaTBo66IvxI/AAAAAAAAB8s/eK0o5kEYy_c/s400/005.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Superhero birthday parties for friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UtzaoiK9Mc/TaTBoo_JjmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QAkITw9Z_Mk/s1600/002%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594809541042212450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UtzaoiK9Mc/TaTBoo_JjmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/QAkITw9Z_Mk/s400/002%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curly haired Chick a Lay dates....that's what Titus calls it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_kLQsPX_qE/TaTBouhaQUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/kpsS77HtEp0/s1600/001%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594809542528090434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_kLQsPX_qE/TaTBouhaQUI/AAAAAAAAB8c/kpsS77HtEp0/s400/001%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating like a big kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ttZkq2bEjc/TaTBoVskA7I/AAAAAAAAB8U/K3CiR3NUI0w/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594809535863980978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ttZkq2bEjc/TaTBoVskA7I/AAAAAAAAB8U/K3CiR3NUI0w/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singing in the Passion choir in Ft. Worth! WOW....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And much more..I don't have any pics of Peter and I! Isn't that always the case? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;. I'll try to be better at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a great April so far. Busy!! Mostly me I guess. I've been working part times for a company in Dallas who does wedding and events. It's tiring, but fun! I've also had the opportunity to sing in a few wedding as well. Thank the Lord for the extra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt;...all the while, using the gifts he gave me. We managed to throw in a garage sale too! I'm thankful Peter has kept Titus on the weekends alone while I did all of this crazy stuff. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haa&lt;/span&gt;! We have pretty slow, low key weeks. I love that. Then we hit the ground running on the weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus is "growing" like a weed. Sort of. :) He was in the 25% for weight coming in just under 25 lbs. He was in the 50% for height. He's very busy and I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rota virus&lt;/span&gt; set him back in the weight department. He weighed 25lbs at his 15 month appointment and managed to lose a few ounces by his 18 month appointment. He also had a throat infection in March that caused him not to want much to eat. Other than those to illnesses, he eats like a champ! He normally eats whatever I put in front of him, thankfully! The Dr said he didn't look underweight at all! I guess he's just going to be short like his momma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is saying just about everything. Every once in a while words slur together and I'm like, huh? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haa&lt;/span&gt;. He's currently obsessed with counting pairs of things. I gave him a cracker at the Dr. the other day and he looked at me and said, "2 crackers please?" She just laughed. He will point at the objects and say "1, 2...5, 6." I'm not sure where 3 and 4 or but it's hilarious nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has started having nightmares lately. I spent the night at my parents on Saturday night after a wedding because it was closest to drive at 1 in the morning. Peter said he woke up screaming 4 times! I felt so bad for Peter, because he rarely does that! We were all 3 beat on Sunday! He is such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggler&lt;/span&gt; and a lover though! This causes problems during the day, because he would be content sitting in my lap holding my hand all day long. He consistently walks up to me and says, "Momma, hug?" I always accept. :) He has said I love you to me once. I just about melted me into a MILLION pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's doing better in the social department. It always takes him a few minutes to warm up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of kids at once....and even to his best friend Jacob if he hasn't seen him in a week. It's pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night when you rock him, if you aren't singing, he will start Jesus loves me or Twinkle, Twinkle. It's hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He currently says , "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; Lord," all the time. Guess who's fault that is? Mine. The other night he was running around naked outside. He stopped to pick up a piece of chalk and squatted down. He started to pee, looked down and said, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; Lord!" We laughed forever about that one. Whoops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/span&gt; with Mickey. I have to limit him to morning only Mickey TV time. He'd watch it all day if I'd let him. He will pick up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; changer and say, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minniedaisy&lt;/span&gt; or Mickey?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day we'll take him to Disney World. But, I think we'd all be overwhelmed at this point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're extremely excited about our vacation to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt; this summer with friends. I can hardly contain myself for the 1st week in July! Goodness!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is loving the park this month. He isn't afraid to go down ANY slide! This makes me nervous, because he just takes off and I'm at the top of the play thing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we're debating about Mother's Day Out for the fall. I have mixed emotions about it because he doesn't go to school till he's 6! Stinking August birthday! I just feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of pressure to do it, however, I feel like once you start school, you don't stop! Any thoughts on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mommas&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I'll end this post. It's all about Titus anyways. I hope you weren't bored. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32ttFyicNGA/TaTBobVh1cI/AAAAAAAAB8M/dSR8QmtKtzc/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-4100390114106470292?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/4100390114106470292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=4100390114106470292' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4100390114106470292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4100390114106470292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-to-love-in-april.html' title='Things to love in April'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKmW5heHs9k/TaTDepe6d5I/AAAAAAAAB9U/KmXPJSDSTdI/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1439015159521238507</id><published>2011-03-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:47:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter &amp; Facebook and other things..</title><content type='html'>I'm behind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gets in the way of me updating the blog. Part of me updates to keep up with Titus and then be able to look back, and the other fights updating because I don't want to care what other people think. &lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I'm updating today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my random thoughts, numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I took a twitter/facebook hiatus until Easter. I'm not giving it up for lent, it just happens to be during that time. It is getting the way of life. I find myself checking it on my phone the second I wake up until the second I lay down to go to bed. Now that's ridiculous.  I need an intervention. So, I just deleted it off my phone. There is no reason why I should be so obsessed with reading what other people are up too. It does nothing for me except make me fall into sin. Whether it be jealousy, anger, envy, etc..., none of it's good for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Titus is almost 19 months old. He's currently battling an ear infection and a bad attitude. :) His antibiotic is causing major diarrhea.  He woke up with a 104 fever on Sunday morning and so we took him to Rapid Med. They also said he had all the signs of Strep even though he tested negative.  They said it could be wrong because it was during the first 24 hours. They gave him a shot in his leg and it caused him pain ALL DAY. He just cried and cried. It was rough.  I slept with him on Sunday night in the guest room for the first time. After around 11 he actually fell asleep and slept till 8. I, on the other hand did not. Last night he woke up crying, which is rare, and so I brought him in there again to sleep. He instead wanted to play for 2 hours. I finally put  him back in his bed at 3am to cry. He finally fell asleep.  Unfortunately, he woke up a few hours later to diarrhea all in his bed. TMI! Pumping the probiotics as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I've been "lucky" enough to have a few weddings to sing in this month. Thankfully, they are paying me.  I love bringing extra money to the table to take some pressure off of Peter. I also led worship at a retreat in the Panhandle a few weekends ago. It was my first time to ever lead something by myself. I was a complete ball of nerves. But, the Lord was gracious.  The amazing people paid me enough to pay off our credit card from having Peter's truck in the shop the week before. HE PROVIDES. Thankfully! Praise the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love spring but I HATE allergies.  I've had a few severe attacks in the last few weeks. It's been miserable. Manageable, but miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Titus had Rotavirus during the snow week in February. He had it for 11 days. If you're wondering what it is, google it. I shall not share the details. It was A.W.F.U.L. He got it from class at church...of course. For the most part, he's stayed very healthy this cold and flu season.  No colds or flus, but now an ear infection.  I consider myself thankful for a healthy boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I watched the whole season of The Bachelor. Emily was my pick from day 1.  I didn't realize she was 14 years younger thank Brad. Holy Hannah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Titus is repeating EVERYTHING I say...good and bad. :) It's hilarious. My favorites so far that have made me die are, "Oh Lord," and "Geez." It's funny, but scary.  I have road rage, so he's repeated a few choice cuss words.  Praying he won't know what they mean for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;He's very vocal for his age. He can put 3 word sentences together.  Momma, cracker please or Momma, juice please are said often.  Unfortunately, due to the last 2 sicknesses, he's watched alot of tv. His favorite is Mickey. Thankful for Verizon On Demand. They have 10 episodes on at all times you can choose from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Peter got me a maid on Valentine's Day. It was a surprise. He knows my heart. Now, if only Valentine's was once a week.  My house has blown up since. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Japan. No other words. It's heartbreaking, and mother nature is a beast. The Lord knew what He was doing, but geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  We've rented a house in Destin this summer with friends and I CANNOT wait. I told Peter I would pay for the whole trip myself. So far, so good! The Lord has provided several jobs for the next few months and I think I can do it! Love that.  Obviously, if I can't, we can still go, but I just really want to do it for us. I feel a sense of accomplishment and again, LOVE to take financial pressure off of him. He works so hard and keeps us out of debt by smart decisions and managing us well.  That darn envelope system does work for us. :) Sometimes I steal money from other envelopes. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post some pictures of my little bubba someday. That would require me to stop taking pictures with my iphone. Oh geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1439015159521238507?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1439015159521238507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1439015159521238507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1439015159521238507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1439015159521238507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/03/twitter-facebook-and-other-things.html' title='Twitter &amp; Facebook and other things..'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3672600756473026458</id><published>2011-01-12T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:48:15.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TS4E-iiI7KI/AAAAAAAAB8A/p21bF7Lo-JU/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561388062317538466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TS4E-iiI7KI/AAAAAAAAB8A/p21bF7Lo-JU/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pic from October. My boys at the Air Show. Titus LOVED it...and has since, spotted every single airplane in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an ordinary Wednesday for me and many others. But, for a 38 year old woman from Colorado named Joanne, not so ordinary. &lt;a href="http://thesimplewife.typepad.com/"&gt;Joanne &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had a stroke yesterday morning while running on the treadmill in her basement. Since then, some traumatic, scary things have been happening. She has been in surgery twice. The last surgery was to cut out part of her skull so that her brain could have room to swell. Talk about scary. Please take a minute to get on your knees for her She is so young and has so much ahead of her with her 2 girls and husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like December and January have been full of heartache and despair for many people I know and even don't know. It's overwhelming to my heart. This world is not our home, and HE keeps gently reminding me of that. Praying for hearts to know HIM so that they too, can see that He is good and He DOES good despite sickness, death, loss, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on....in my head at least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I will go to my second boot camp. Monday night was HARD. VERY HARD. Yesterday I was very sore. Today, much worse. I can't even remember being this sore after my C-Section. Of course, I was taking pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. I'm trucking through the soreness and heading back out in the 20 degree temps and getting my workout on. Discipline and obedience are the words that are ringing in my ears with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Titus and I went on our weekly field trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;story time&lt;/span&gt; at the library with Natasha and Jacob. We follow that with lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mooyah&lt;/span&gt; every week. Love that time. Our little boys are quickly remembering each other and saying each other names often. They love to talk and chase each other in excitement. It is really fun to watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end...for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3672600756473026458?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3672600756473026458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3672600756473026458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3672600756473026458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3672600756473026458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TS4E-iiI7KI/AAAAAAAAB8A/p21bF7Lo-JU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-9017261373368296600</id><published>2011-01-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:14:19.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2010T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSp4wOVeZLI/AAAAAAAAB74/pLpr5BaIY-U/s1600/157031_10150362256410704_536255703_16341736_7040541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389459819521202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSp4wOVeZLI/AAAAAAAAB74/pLpr5BaIY-U/s400/157031_10150362256410704_536255703_16341736_7040541_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSp4vxZfNzI/AAAAAAAAB7w/-XdHnlSGSes/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560389452051724082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSp4vxZfNzI/AAAAAAAAB7w/-XdHnlSGSes/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to one of my &lt;a href="http://thepoefam.blogspot.com/"&gt;best friends&lt;/a&gt; , here is our Christmas card! Brittney took us out to take pictures in Frisco by Babe's Chicken.  We had fun.  This is the second year in a row she has taken our pics and Matt has done our card. We LOOOVE IT.  If you like what you see, you should ask her to do your card next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Brittney. Honored to know you and call you best friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always joke with Brittney about how I'm going to send my kids to her house for preschool. Ahhaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-9017261373368296600?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/9017261373368296600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=9017261373368296600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/9017261373368296600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/9017261373368296600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-card-2010t.html' title='Christmas Card 2010T'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSp4wOVeZLI/AAAAAAAAB74/pLpr5BaIY-U/s72-c/157031_10150362256410704_536255703_16341736_7040541_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8763362346188230657</id><published>2011-01-09T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:47:12.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeT2_1bTI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oEayeRlMiSo/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290016471903538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeT2_1bTI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oEayeRlMiSo/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glad to be warm between momma and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeTYSBVLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Iu4I-8n2Zew/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290008226682034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeTYSBVLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/Iu4I-8n2Zew/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeSDLGzwI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/xlEfM9-FpHE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560289985380667138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeSDLGzwI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/xlEfM9-FpHE/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, why are these bags on my feet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeR1m8XYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zPq0jy_o0ys/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560289981739326850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeR1m8XYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zPq0jy_o0ys/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure but checking it all out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeRihFqlI/AAAAAAAAB7I/MWVavwQl_s8/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560289976614496850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeRihFqlI/AAAAAAAAB7I/MWVavwQl_s8/s400/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanting to be back outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-8763362346188230657?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/8763362346188230657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=8763362346188230657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8763362346188230657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8763362346188230657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow.html' title='SNOW!!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TSoeT2_1bTI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oEayeRlMiSo/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7826518706855739661</id><published>2011-01-07T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:43:39.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes for the Year</title><content type='html'>1.  TO UPDATE MY BLOG MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to try to update this blog once a week. I'd really like to keep up with Titus as the time is going by very quickly. He's 16 months old! WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps asking me when we are going to have another one.  Personally, neither one of us are really ready.  Logistically, we should probably start trying as our insurance deductible is really high.  But lets be honest, I don't really want to bring another child into the world based on something as stupid as that.  Unfortunately, our year started off with a bang. Peter's company stopped paying for Titus' and I's insurance. Luckily, they are covering Peter.  The worst part was, they told us one day and it happened the next.  Selfish if you ask me.  So, we had to revamp our budget and start pinching some MAJOR pennies to make sure we have insurance.  It's been a pretty huge burden on Peter. But, I'm totally committed to sticking with our envelope system.  I'm so very grateful to be staying home and raising Titus. I'd give up just about any purchase to do that.  This world is not our home and I know that the Lord is taking care of our every need, regardless of what we think that need is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  GET IN SHAPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not worked out since before I got pregnant with Titus. I'm smaller now than I have ever been.  I breast-fed Titus until the beginning of November and then LBS just FELL off like magic. But, then the holidays happened and I had to figure out how to eat again.  I'm completely happy with my weight, however, I am not happy with the way I feel.  So, I enrolled in &lt;a href="http://www.campgladiator.com/"&gt;Camp Gladiator &lt;/a&gt;boot camp starting MONDAY! Lord help me. I have heard so many great things about this program. Lucky for me, there was a GROUPON yesterday, and I was able to afford it with my personal money (and part of next months) for 4 weeks! My friend Julie is going to do it with me. She just had a baby in September.  My roommate, &lt;a href="http://themissilhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Macy&lt;/a&gt; from college is a trainer for CG in Ft. Worth. She has spoke very highly of the program and said it's the fastest, and funnest way she has ever gotten in shape! I need community to help me. I am NO GOOD on my own.  So, at 5:30am on Monday morning, I'll be out in the snow trying not to die because I haven't worked out in ages.  Lord give me grace! I'm super excited and I am NEVER excited about working out.  Peter and I joined Lifetime Fitness this past summer and I only went to the pool maybe 1 time a week and worked out about that. Titus was in a huge separation anxiety stage and it just was no fun for any of us.  Every time I tried to go to the pool it was closed for a chemical clean because someone pooped or puked. Eww. Maybe some day, but not worth it.  Peter hates gyms anyways.  Give him a park bench and a kettle bell, or is it ball. and he's ready to go! I have only committed for 4 weeks. So, that isn't bad.  I'm hoping it will get me motivated enough to sign up for another camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  READING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible, horrible, no good reader.  I committed to Beth Moore's Scripture Memory this year and am SUPER EXCITED about it.  You memorize 2 verses a month.  Peter is joining me and we are picking verses together.  Our verse for the first half of January is&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 6:6-7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now there is great gain in godliness with contentment.  For we brought nothing into the world, and we cannot take anything out of the world." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited about what the Lord will teach me through this.  I'm a terrible memorizer.  I also started reading &lt;a href="http://gracebasedparenting.com/grace_based_parenting.asp"&gt;Graced Based Parenting &lt;/a&gt;by Dr. Tim Kimmel.  I've made it to page 70 and that's a huge feat for me.  My goal is to retain what I read.  I also started Beth Moore's &lt;a href="http://www.solonginsecurity.com/"&gt;So Long Insecurity&lt;/a&gt;. I have made it to Chapter 2 on this book. Whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. Simple as can be.  Peter and I have lots to do around the house.  It's just not The Abrigg's without a project. On tap at the moment, we are making a tufted headboard, painting the hallway, finishing the master bath and dreaming about a kitchen re-do. But, do to #1, that is only a far away dream.  But hey, we can dream, right?!?! We both LOVE design and doing new things around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Titus, he is growing UP A STORM.  He is SUCH a joy to be around every day. I am blessed and honored to be his mom.  He talks all the time and is just becoming such the little boy. He can kick a soccer ball like no other 16 month I know and dance just like his daddy.  He has become a climber lately, and that's scaring me HALF to death.  He is a wonderful sleeper at night. He sleeps 12 hours or more. However, naps are different story.  Max daily, is 2 hours. I'm not worried, because he gets so much at night that I just don't feel like he requires a long nap.  2 hours is  a GOOD nap.  He weighs 25lbs and is in the 75 percentile for height! Not sure who he gets that from.  If you know his momma and daddy, you know we are S-H-O-R-T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have much planned for the year. We are really enjoying &lt;a href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/"&gt;The Village Church&lt;/a&gt;.  The Lord is doing so much there and I just feel like I've missed out the last few years due to being a mom and figuring out how to be that at home.  I am still leading worship once a month and on the leadership team for Women's Bible Study on Tuesday night.  We start that up again on January 25th. We're finishing up Genesis and I can't wait.  I hope to retain more than I did last semester. I was trying to figure out how to do my job on leadership and listen too....it was hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents moved to the metroplex this summer from Abilene. We are LOVING having everyone here. It's nice not to have to travel, however, I DO miss Abilene dearly.  It holds 21 years of my life and it will always be apart of me.  That may sound lame to some of you. :) I don't for see Titus going to ACU. We can't afford it.  Unless money starts falling from the sky. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to blogging every week.  I still am a FAITHFUL blog reader to many more than even on my blog list.  I should probably update that.  However, I'm pretty sure it overwhelms me every time I look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES COMING SOON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7826518706855739661?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7826518706855739661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7826518706855739661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7826518706855739661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7826518706855739661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2011/01/hopes-for-year.html' title='Hopes for the Year'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3722490780680546610</id><published>2010-12-06T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:54:50.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because I'm a Bad Blogger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09Kfwd_-I/AAAAAAAAB68/8AZvy9QkPEI/s1600/948801949905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657566523097058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09Kfwd_-I/AAAAAAAAB68/8AZvy9QkPEI/s400/948801949905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09J0tUUdI/AAAAAAAAB60/6YQ-N_FEi6M/s1600/910021949905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657554967155154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09J0tUUdI/AAAAAAAAB60/6YQ-N_FEi6M/s400/910021949905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09JhHLEiI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Cxa1BUZUlwI/s1600/548801949905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657549706891810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09JhHLEiI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Cxa1BUZUlwI/s400/548801949905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3722490780680546610?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3722490780680546610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3722490780680546610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3722490780680546610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3722490780680546610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-because-im-bad-blogger.html' title='Just Because I&apos;m a Bad Blogger...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TP09Kfwd_-I/AAAAAAAAB68/8AZvy9QkPEI/s72-c/948801949905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1879718271017617098</id><published>2010-09-21T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:55:18.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>*I love the sound of Titus walking/running through the house playing. It brings joy to my soul. :) He's becoming pretty independent, however I still have to watch him like a hawk. He's got stealth moves when it comes to climbing on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Women's Bible Study starts tonight up at church. I am so excited to be on this journey through Genesis with more than 400 other women! There's nothing like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Peter just celebrated his 31st birthday. He wanted to go on a date with me for his birthday and I agreed. He planned it. :) Am I bad wife? Hhaa. The night ended badly when I got bit by 13 mosquitoes and I had to hide out in the car while he paid for our nice dinner.  Sorry babe, mosquitoes L-O-V-E me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm glad FALL shows are coming back on tv. We took a nice needed break from television. Oddly enough, I still don't watch it much during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Titus is learning how to take one nap a day. It's been really hard on both of us. On top of that, he's working on teeth number 11 &amp;amp; 12.  I think they are called incisors. Either way, they are eating him for lunch...and me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Titus is saying a ton these days. I don't know if this is normal for a 12 month old. He says BALL all the while carrying it out like he's from the south.  His favorite is FOOTBALL. He says it ALL THE TIME. Of course, anything round is a football. Onions, peaches, etc. He also says PUPPY. He lowers his voice for this one. Not sure why.  Dadda and Momma of course.  HAT is a new one. He uses makes his voice an octave higher for this one. I'm not sure why, but it's hilarious.  Light, banana, NANA for both of his grandmothers.  He says brush, but says brushabrushabrusha instead.  I think his momma has watched GREASE one too many times. :) The funniest lately is HELLO. He will put anything and everything up to his ears and say LELLLOOWW. Apparently he's been watching us, because I did teach him that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Titus is apparently allergic to wheat, eggs, dairy and peanuts.  We got him tested a few weeks ago and I had a feeling it would be alot.  It's not stopping him though! Luckily, he's not airborne allergic to peanuts. This scares me the most.  I'm able to feed him some wheat, but no straight eggs or dairy for the next year. Or nuts. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Just alot of reading labels....which I should do anyway. It's making us all healthier. Well, maybe not me, I'm currently drinking my coke for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm thankful my parents moved here. Now, if we could only get my mom to like it here. :) My niece, Carrigan, will be here next month. That will distract her for sure!! I can't wait. So excited for my sister I just can't stand it! I will go over there just so I can pick out her outfit.  Let's be honest, my sister will dress her to the nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm ready for fall. I had my first Pumpkin Spice Latte a few weeks ago. But, this time, I got it with 2 pump pumpkin and nonfat milk. Luckily, it still tasted great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I deep cleaned my bathroom for the first time yesterday in 2-3 months. Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Question for mom's. Did your pediatrician tell you not to turn your child in his car seat until 15 months? Titus is well past 20 lbs, but she said the American Pediatric such and such says 15 months. Hmmm. That's a bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm addicted to Design Blogs. I've really missed them over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay I'm done with my rants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1879718271017617098?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1879718271017617098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1879718271017617098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1879718271017617098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1879718271017617098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8939703797161974361</id><published>2010-09-16T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:04:14.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALLORY KRIEGER PHOTOGRAPHY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFwAPC9aI/AAAAAAAAB6c/cV88pxkAUSc/s1600/IMG_2871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517619553225602466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFwAPC9aI/AAAAAAAAB6c/cV88pxkAUSc/s400/IMG_2871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFvSXd73I/AAAAAAAAB6U/HtE5uDPwtzY/s1600/IMG_2870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517619540912893810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFvSXd73I/AAAAAAAAB6U/HtE5uDPwtzY/s400/IMG_2870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFu_M7OlI/AAAAAAAAB6M/8IhONVzzvUE/s1600/IMG_2863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517619535768402514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFu_M7OlI/AAAAAAAAB6M/8IhONVzzvUE/s400/IMG_2863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TJKFucBrlcI/AAAAAAAAB6E/JPKO_jLj0O0/s1600/IMG_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513040306163851234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJA8vlOn-I/AAAAAAAAB4E/qEoGhWl9w4E/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJA8VuLWgI/AAAAAAAAB38/IpUU5tTey08/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513040299222063618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJA8VuLWgI/AAAAAAAAB38/IpUU5tTey08/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJA7ky7GaI/AAAAAAAAB3s/jfTqBIFYO4g/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513040286088632738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJA7ky7GaI/AAAAAAAAB3s/jfTqBIFYO4g/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJAC4FG2jI/AAAAAAAAB3k/2FHdxVMQJJ0/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039312012630578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJAC4FG2jI/AAAAAAAAB3k/2FHdxVMQJJ0/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJACoBP5QI/AAAAAAAAB3c/67wAvb9QMgk/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039307701478658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJACoBP5QI/AAAAAAAAB3c/67wAvb9QMgk/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJACBcURhI/AAAAAAAAB3U/wGI-fZdsxew/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039297346029074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJACBcURhI/AAAAAAAAB3U/wGI-fZdsxew/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJABxjeCvI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vKo1_KiBN5k/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039293081062130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJABxjeCvI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vKo1_KiBN5k/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJABgaBOpI/AAAAAAAAB3E/__7GtHt3Bok/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513039288478022290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJABgaBOpI/AAAAAAAAB3E/__7GtHt3Bok/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh me oh my....this summer has flown by! Yes, I just rhymed. Thank you. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had a fairly busy summer....without internet and television. We've swam, napped, ate, played, travelled, played, slept, and so on. It's been a good summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'll just start with T's 1st birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 month stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 lbs 8 oz. - 27%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31 inches - 75%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how far I'll get on this post due to the fact that hasn't taken a nap today. We're at my parent's hanging out and he won't sleep for some dumb reason. :) So, he's a sweet whiney hiney today. Sorry son, my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a low key party at our house with just family and a few friends. I decided on a Paul Frank theme thanks to TARGET! I love Target.&lt;br /&gt;We actually did 1 year pictures the weekend before with a smash cake and he was hilarious. We will get those soon from Mallory Krieger Photograhy. Thanks Mal. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things Titus is up to at 1 year old:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Ball is a favorite word. As a matter of fact, I should probably start counting how many times he says it a day! He is obsessed. His cousins gave him a BIG basket of balls for his birthday, all shapes and sizes, and he plays with them often. Ball is the first thing he says when he wakes up and usually says it when I rock him to sleep sometimes. He doesn't prefer to be rocked anymore. He knows and loves his bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He is walking! He started this a week before his birthday. A few days before his birthday he took a spill with a toy in hand and ended up ripping apart his nose! You'll see this in his birthday pictures. :) I'll remember it forever. It looks like it might scar now, so if anybody has any ideas to make this go away, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He pretty much eats everything. Unfortunately, we had him tested for a milk allergy last week because his little skin breaks out in a rash when he drinks whole milk or eats yogurt. Luckily, he hates whole milk. BUT, the test results said he is highly allergic to peanuts, mildly allergic to wheat and eggs and of course dairy. I am going to get a second opinion other than his MD to an allergist. We'll talk that out on Tuesday. I'm trying not to panic until then. Right now, I'm just believing and asking for a clean slate for him, that this would just be a fluke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He is wearing 6-12 month and 12-18 month clothes. For some reason, he's getting tall. His momma and daddy don't have that gene. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*His FAVORITE time of day is when daddy comes home. He's usually in his high chair and I'll hear the garage door go up. I'll whisper to him, "who is it?" He says it back! It's hilarious. Then I say daddy's home. And, he repeats daddy over and over until he walks through the door. He usually squeals with excitement and sometimes plays coy and hides his face! Of course his daddy swoops him up immediately or he'll start crying! It's sad and hilarious all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*His best friend is his dog Charlie. If my parents black lab was with us all the time, she would be his other best friend. He got in the bad habit of feeding the dogs from his high chair at my parents house. Now, he gets disciplined. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Speaking of discipline. We have a crazy man on our hands. :) This past month has been rough I tell ya! Toddler phase isn't going to be my favorite. I love that his personality is shining, but now is when he set the rules in our home. He understands fully when we say No. Now, if we say no, he manages to sprawl himself belly down on the floor and throw a fit. This is when I walk away. Silly boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He is very good at giving kisses, playing peek a boo. He caught on to saying "BOO" several weeks ago. It's HILARIOUS. It more sounds like Bahhh instead of Boo, but he gets it nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He is currently sleeping from 8 to 8. We've had some weird days and nights lately due to those stupid molars coming in. He's already gotten his bottom left one in and his top left has broken through the surface and bloody. These teeth have been giving this little boy fits. I think he's mad about it all the time. My job is to make him comfortable, so Ibruprofen is my friend at night...his too of course. :) That makes 10 teeth for the little buddy. Whew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Titus LOVES the park and has recently become an extreme dare devil. He is not afraid to climb up anything! He can crawl all the way up the slide!!! I don't like to take him by myself, because I get too nervous! He needs someone at the top waiting for him! He's also learned how to climb up in my lap if I'm sitting on the couch. Not to cuddle, but to use the couch as a jungle gym. HE LOVES IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*His favorite song is still If Your Happy &amp;amp; You Know It. I can sing the first word and he starts smiling and clapping. I've recently taught him Head and Shoulders. He can successfully point to his head and his nose. We're working on all the other body parts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He's gotten really good at mimicking me when I say things. He usually does this when he's sitting in his stroller and we are out and about. It makes me laugh so hard! He knows what lights are and can point to them. We've recently started teaching the names of the different balls. He's got football down pretty good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*He LOVES to brush his hair. I started singing "Brusha Brusha Brusha" (you know, from Grease) to him and now HE SAYS it back! It might be the funniest thing he does yet! He did it for my mom and sister last night and they were rolling!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*We've still got a momma's boy on our hands! He made it in his class at church this past month for the first time! Of course, since then, he's only spent about 10-40 minutes in class. It's ridiculous, but I know he will grow out of it. I'm praying soon! I want him to LOVE to go to class at church!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-5851932133100280320?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/5851932133100280320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=5851932133100280320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5851932133100280320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5851932133100280320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-birthday.html' title='1st Birthday'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TIJBbeUpLjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/ow2JnW6afrc/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6869921696374470285</id><published>2010-07-12T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:49:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Updates...</title><content type='html'>We decided to forego cable and internet for the summer, and I feel really behind in blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;Things to update so I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Titus turned 10 months on June 24th....which means he's almost 1 month shy of turning 1! Holy Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;*I turned the big 30 on June 26th...Peter and I threw a big shindig at some friends house and it was a blast! Why not throw your own 30th birthday party..right?&lt;br /&gt;*Titus has had 3 viral infections, roseaola, and a double ear infection since Memorial Day. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;*A week long trip to Houston...which involved the Roseaola and one of the Viral throat infections.&lt;br /&gt;*Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm typing on my dad's computer that has wireless. Thank goodness for parents moving here and staying with us off and on till their house closes! Today, I got to go work out by myself without taking Titus to the daycare there.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess come August, I'll make all of these posts when our internet is back. Yessssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6869921696374470285?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6869921696374470285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6869921696374470285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6869921696374470285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6869921696374470285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-many-updates.html' title='Too Many Updates...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1533959022782913460</id><published>2010-06-01T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:05:19.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVniJvCfXI/AAAAAAAAB28/FP9X4Ew2PVY/s1600/A07264_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477898358192504178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVniJvCfXI/AAAAAAAAB28/FP9X4Ew2PVY/s400/A07264_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmBLUWnRI/AAAAAAAAB20/YUUzPi7r720/s1600/09_AB33Ivory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477896692170136850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmBLUWnRI/AAAAAAAAB20/YUUzPi7r720/s400/09_AB33Ivory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmAwX3yCI/AAAAAAAAB2s/fYa6S48VMKg/s1600/AB_14_Gold_MorningGlory_Pal_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477896684937136162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmAwX3yCI/AAAAAAAAB2s/fYa6S48VMKg/s400/AB_14_Gold_MorningGlory_Pal_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmAhTyPmI/AAAAAAAAB2k/0tilSb9zZIM/s1600/DC4154_Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477896680893464162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmAhTyPmI/AAAAAAAAB2k/0tilSb9zZIM/s400/DC4154_Yellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmAValbNI/AAAAAAAAB2c/FCjjT4WkZh0/s1600/DC4154_Leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477896677700758738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVmAValbNI/AAAAAAAAB2c/FCjjT4WkZh0/s400/DC4154_Leaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fabric swatches will be going somewhere in my home by the end of the week. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two are already up. :) The others have not been purchased yet. Hhaaa. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, my little buddy has his first ear infections...in both ears. He also has a viral throat infection. So, we're homebound for a few days. BOOO! We had an eventful night on Sunday. He didn't sleep much at all. It was sooo sad. But, now we know what's wrong. He gets to drink the yummy pink medicine and be well very soon. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1533959022782913460?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1533959022782913460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1533959022782913460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1533959022782913460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1533959022782913460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-fabric-swatches-will-be-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/TAVniJvCfXI/AAAAAAAAB28/FP9X4Ew2PVY/s72-c/A07264_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-145579782036308614</id><published>2010-05-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:44:32.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Stay-at-home Momma</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://simplyfaubulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; I decided to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starting off strong...sometimes I don't brush my teeth until right before Peter comes home.  It really frustrates him even more that I don't brush my teeth before bed. To my defense, ever since I got pregnant, brushing my teeth makes me GAG. Every time. It's weird. However, this should not be an excuse. In other news, we just dropped our $100 a month dental insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I hate doing laundry. For example, I do really well separating and getting it into the washing machine, and even dryer! BUT, then it gets taken out, thrown onto the guest room bed, and never folded. UGHGH! I hate folding laundry. I used to think when I was a kid, that folding towels was the WORST thing in the world. Nowadays, I'd much rather ONLY fold towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Like Erin, I HATE doing dishes. If the dishes are clean in the dish washer, I'll let the dishes pile up until I get sick to my stomach. Then I dread doing them. I can keep up with them if the dishwasher is empty.  I should make a vow to do them every single night before going to bed. Then, I wouldn't dread doing them ALL DAY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm a terrible deep cleaner. I can keep things picked up all day long! Beds, made, etc. But, deep cleaning and I aren't very good friends. I just bought new cleaning products, so maybe the caulking in our shower that has turned black, will become white again. Lord help me.  I even take a bath every single day, and will go 2 weeks without cleaning my bathtub. I do keep up with Titus' bathtub. I feel bad about putting his little dirty body, in a dirty tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm a terrible couponer. At the moment I have a huge Ziploc baggy in my car with mounds of coupons. I always forget to get them out or they expire before I have a chance to use them. UGHG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Since having Titus, once I fall asleep (which usually takes forever), I usually sleep like a rock. One morning about 3 months ago, I had a dream I was sitting on the toilet peeing. Unfortunately, I was not, in reality, sitting on the toilet peeing.  The night before we just put the sheets on the bed, because the mattress protector was still wet in the washer.  Lets just say I woke up in a panic and ran to the bathroom.  Except, it was already too late. I had peed the bed.  Peter didn't believe me and told me to get back in bed. I turned on the light, pulled back the covers, and showed him.  We laughed for a while, but then I eventually started crying.  He just hugged me in the closet and told me how his mom used to keep a pee chart on the fridge, because he wet the bed till he was like 10.  I told him that was my first time...at age 29.  We giggled, and he asked me if I needed a pee chart on the fridge too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love GLEE so much, that I follow Lea Michelle on Twitter. I also own the soundtrack. However, my CD player doesn't work in my car, so I drive Peter's every so often. He gets mad at me, because I usually leave the volume up extremely loud when he gets in his car at 6am.  I'm sure he cusses me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I've seen every episode of Beverly Hills 90210, twice since becoming pregnant. Also, I re-watched all of The O.C. Luckily, we will be getting rid of our cable by May 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I haven't worked out in 2 years.  This should come in handy when we join the gym on June 1st.  I don't know what to do or where to start. All I know is I'll have to wear 8 sports bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I drink 2 cups of coffee a day, and am still breast feeding.  I'm a bad mom.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-145579782036308614?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/145579782036308614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=145579782036308614' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/145579782036308614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/145579782036308614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-stay-at-home-momma.html' title='Confessions of a Stay-at-home Momma'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7391506429993074369</id><published>2010-05-26T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:33:55.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Suit Season</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. It's swimsuit season. As a matter of fact, I've already busted mine out from last year. How, you ask? Well, I did wear a 2 piece, but never in public. However, it's too big this year, so my bottoms have fallen off in the water already. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's a few bottoms that I am concerned about. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475752231872013442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S_3HpKLIpII/AAAAAAAAB2U/jS50InpfAaA/s400/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475752227506246258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S_3Ho56QUnI/AAAAAAAAB2M/U5xEPjoJdfk/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean at this point in my life, there are a few areas that I would like to be hidden, and this would probably do the trick. ;) Thank J-CREW for covering my C-Sectioned belly. I actually think they are cute, but would NEVER wear them. Sorry if you own these bottoms. I will most likely purchase my swim-suit from J-Crew as they carry "special" sizes on top. No more comments here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry friends, we're joining Lifetime Fitness this week and I can't wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on...more random thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've already cooked 3 times this week. I'm really proud of myself.  Easy dinners I'll say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memorial Day weekend is coming up. This time last year we were relaxing by the pool at our resort on Lake Travis. Unfortunately we won't be doing that this year. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have several projects going on around our home.  I visited &lt;a href="http://www.citycraftonline.com/"&gt;City Craft&lt;/a&gt; last week to complete a few projects. GREAT fabric store in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Inwood&lt;/span&gt; Village. I'm recovering a bench in our bedroom. We are ALMOST finished with our bathroom. It's really vintage/modern. It's growing on me. :) It's Peter's design, and for the most part I love it.  But, let's just say there is a black ceiling I've had to get used to. He's in the process of making us a mirror frame for the bathroom, and a headboard for our bed. BOTH are going to look amazing and I am SO excited.  I'll post pictures soon. We also made a curtain box for our kitchen. Someone please tell me what those are called. I bought fabric for that as well, and it's about 60% done.  We're going pretty project crazy around these parts.  BUT, we do it for cheap and that's the fun part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're getting rid of cable and dental insurance to join the gym. In other news, my tooth has been hurting for 2 days. Seems about right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister finds out the gender of their baby on June 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! One day before her birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turn 30 next month. I will be throwing my own party. Don't judge me.  I went to a rocking 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday skate party a few weeks ago. It made me want to throw my own 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  :) Peter's helping, don't worry. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're going to see Wicked for part of my birthday weekend with friends. I told Peter I didn't care where we sat, because I have the music memorized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GLEEK&lt;/span&gt;. Just saying..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm ADDICTED to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJMAXX&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homegoods&lt;/span&gt;. I go once, maybe twice a week and have to call Peter to talk me out of my purchases. Usually, he cuts them in half. Thank goodness he has his head on straight. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 by Design is also one of my new favorite shows. Peter joined me in watching last night. He was disappointed they didn't show enough finished projects. He said the family drama was dumb. I agree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you know why I've stopped blogging.  I just read blogs all day...mostly design blogs. Thanks &lt;a href="http://fabulouskblog.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, for the inspirations &amp;amp; the links everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be back soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now, I have to go chase around my kid. I love him..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7391506429993074369?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7391506429993074369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7391506429993074369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7391506429993074369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7391506429993074369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/05/swim-suit-season.html' title='Swim Suit Season'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S_3HpKLIpII/AAAAAAAAB2U/jS50InpfAaA/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-2474217344506609816</id><published>2010-05-26T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:03:15.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3NDg4OTc2ODI4MiZwdD*xMjc*ODg5Nzg4MDAwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*4ZDA*Y2Q2MGQzOGU*/MTc*OGMzOGEwMjBkZjA5MjE1ZSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w100.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw100.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fm32%2Fmoppyca%2Fac1f8ac7.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/?action=view&amp;current=ac1f8ac7.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-2474217344506609816?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/2474217344506609816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=2474217344506609816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2474217344506609816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2474217344506609816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-5886849948427271035</id><published>2010-05-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:59:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 month thoughts.</title><content type='html'>9 months. It just seems so old!!! Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus is 9 months old today. What a fun age! Of course it's keeping Peter and I very busy. I actually need a break from this sweet boy every once and a while! I never thought I would actually say that.... But let's be real here, keeping up with a 9 month old is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You still only have 7 teeth. I say only, hahaa. Most of the babies we know don't have many much less any. You're still ahead in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You are crawling very fast and still pulling up on everything you come in contact.  You have perfected falling on your bottom. As a matter of fact, you think it's a really fun game in your bed.  Your dad will run in there after a nap on the weekends, and you will just squeal and giggle and fall on your bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of naps, you fight them most every day! Now, you fight bedtime. We've pushed your bedtime to 8:30 instead of 7:30.  We learned our lesson trying to put you to bed at the normal time. You're really ready to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You sleep 10 hours, eat, and then go back to sleep for a few more.  I don't mind this, if I can go back to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You still "attempt" 2 naps a day even if they are only 30 minutes. Some days you take 2, 2 hour naps a day.  It's lovely I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You learned to clap this month. It's hilarious.  You showed off yesterday at your cousin's birthday party for the first time. You knew everyone was laughing at you so you kept on clapping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have MAJOR separation anxiety these days.  I get very gun shy taking you to the nursery, because I know I'll get called out about 30 minutes in to an inconsolable baby.  You really don't like anyone else to hold you except your momma and daddy.  It's getting ridiculous, so I'm praying real hard you become more socialized.  We're joining a gym this month to help you and me out in that area.  You need some time away from your momma to cure this. :) Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You LOVE to hear yourself scream.  And when I say scream, I mean BLOOD CURLING, ear piercing scream.  It's not funny after a while.  You think it's hilarious. Your dad said you got your lungs from momma.  I say you get your craziness from daddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have tried several table foods this month. Most healthy, some not.  You LOVED pretending to eat corn on the cob a few days ago.  It was hilarious. You watched everyone eat theirs, and wanted to give it a whirl.  Luckily, your Aunt Anta, yes you read that right, got pictures of it. :) You also love avocados, strawberries, tastes of ice cream &amp;amp; banana pudding (whoops), cut up green beans and peas, and others. You still eat baby food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have mastered the sippy cup. Praise the Lord for this, because you really still hate the bottle. You think it's a toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You are still breast-feeding 4 times a day.  Lately, you have started using me as a jungle gym while eating. This is annoying at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You HATE having your diaper and clothes changed.  You don't want to be pinned down for anything.  I have gotten good at trying to distract you with toys and such to get this task done. Whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You went swimming for the first time yesterday! You died and went to heaven in that pool! You thought it was the coolest thing ever. Your mom may or may not have bought you a pink float, but you'll never know. I promise not to embarrass you in public with it.  Just private backyard pools.  Your dad pushed you around in at and you just laughed and kicked and squealed the whole time!! You were exhausted and fell asleep in your car seat immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of car seats, we moved you to the big boy car seat, but still have you facing backwards.  I'm sure you're pushing 22lbs, but I'm not ready. You go for your 9 month appointment tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You threw up at Wal-Mart while grocery shopping last week. It was disgusting.  I think you might have had your first bug.  You had several dirty diapers. You were pretty snuggly that day and I felt really sorry for you. Thankfully, you didn't give it to anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You experienced a skating ring this month too. You obviously didn't skate, but you got to crawl around and chase the strobe light and loooooovvved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You also got your first soccer ball this month! You will walk around the house pushing it, and have mastered kicking it if we stand you up! I know your dad is very proud of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have also mastered your walking cart. I'm not sure what to call this, but you will stand up and push around the house. You prefer the hardwood floors over the carpet, because you can go fast! I think we're in trouble here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You LOVE your puppy, and I secretly think your puppy loves you. We have to keep your door closed if you are asleep, or Charlie will make her way in there and stick her nose between the railings of your bed. Your momma learned her lesson here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your hair is turning sort of Auburn, but you can still see lots of blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your eyes are still bright blue! I love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have become such a little ham and I love this month! I think we are going to have a blast with you this summer...only if you take better naps. :) You are my joy and my heart little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-5886849948427271035?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/5886849948427271035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=5886849948427271035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5886849948427271035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5886849948427271035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/05/9-month-thoughts.html' title='9 month thoughts.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7429733240959639987</id><published>2010-04-22T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:39:51.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MTk5MDM2OTE3OSZwdD*xMjcxOTkwMzg3OTMxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*4ZDA*Y2Q2MGQzOGU*/MTc*OGMzOGEwMjBkZjA5MjE1ZSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w100.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw100.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fm32%2Fmoppyca%2FAPRIL+2010%2Fa73e686d.pbw" height="360" width="300"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7429733240959639987?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7429733240959639987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7429733240959639987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7429733240959639987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7429733240959639987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8408232304530647593</id><published>2010-04-22T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:03:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months..</title><content type='html'>It just seems like the last month has been a month of milestones for our little boy. He is no longer a little boy in some ways and that breaks my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been crawling for a good 2 weeks now. Your friend Jacob came over and you decided you needed to go faster, because he was REALLY fast. You also started pulling up on things a few weeks ago as well. Your favorite position is on your knees. You feel much safer, and only choose to pull up to your feet on a few things. Luckily, the hard wood floors do not bother you, however, I'm sure your little knees will be rough really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still are a pretty good sleep, however, this past month has been up in the air. I never know when you will wake up. This month it's been in between 4 and 7:30am. I know if I feed you, you go right back to sleep till at least 8 if not 9 if you wake up in the 4am hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of feeding. You are still breast feeding around 5 times a day, however, your 7 TEETH make that a challenge for your mom. You do not sit still when you eat, and your mom, may or may not have introduced you to a few new cuss words. LORD FORGIVE ME! But, your momma will truck on until you hit 1 year, Lord willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still a gagger. You love to chew with those front 7 teeth, but if it gets anywhere near the back of your throat, you will gag. If I talk you through it, you usually stop, and the Mum Mum has dissolved in your mouth to swallow. You do OKAY with the wagon wheels, and break out into a rash with Yogurt Melts. I have a feeling that's going to happen alot real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom is a bit timid to start feeding you anything else. She doesn't want to clean up your hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You LOVE your walker. You could spend hours in that thing. It gets you places really fast and you love to slam into the wall/anything in your way....including mom's ankles. When I cook dinner, you love rolling around through the kitchen, pulling the kitchen towels off of the oven and dragging them all over the couch. You also LOVE to watch your puppy eat dinner. However, your puppy gets a bit annoyed that you are all up in her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking up dogs, Charlie is so laid back that she will let you crawl ALL over her. She got in your way the other day and you just crawled right over her! You balanced on your tummy for a while and I snapped a few pictures. You thought it was SO funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You HATE having your diaper/clothes changed these days. You are WAY to busy for that. It is a wrestling match for sure. I usually win. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your first hair cut last weekend. Your mo hawk wasn't working so well, so we had to give it a little trim. If we combed it over, it got in your eyes. We are not professionals by any means, but you are still adorable. That mo hawk gets us stopped everywhere!! Mom secretly loves that everyone thinks you are precious. You flirt right back with everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go jogging with your mom &amp;amp; dad. I think you enjoy going with your dad more, because he is much faster. :) You think it's really funny if your dad jogs in front of the stroller while mom pushes. Maybe you will be as fast as your dad one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are saying ALL kinds of consonants lately. You will mimic Bye-Bye with your mouth and say the words, but you haven't quite put two and two together. You also have started waving Bye-Bye. It works much better if we do it in the mirror, but you wave at strangers alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ALWAYS want my phone, the remote, my sonic drink, etc. You are a very strong boy and get very angry if I take it away from you. We'll have to work on this. :) I don't know where you get your dramatic temperament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to lower your bed about 3 weeks ago. You decided to start pulling up on the rails. I go in there everyday after nap and you are looking over waiting to greet me. Then I tell you that I'm going to get you and you bury your face in the mattress laughing. It's hilarious and one of our favorite games to play with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have also started head banging while talking. Your dad says you look like Chris Farley when you do it. It CRACKS us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wearing 9-12 month clothing and still wearing size 3 diapers. I'm not sure how much you weigh, however, you weighed 19lbs at your 6.5 month check-up. So, I'm sure you're well over 20 lbs. now. You are thinning out because you are on the move. PLEASE DON'T GO ROLLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have also learned how to give your mom kisses on the lips. Your dad can't handle the slobber, but he'll learn to love it one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before you have 7 teeth. One of the bottom ones popped up a few weeks ago with no prompting. Well, I guess the drool prompted it. :) 7 teeth in 7 months. GEEZ. You're definitely on the fast track there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very independent little one, but you still love to snuggle. Rocking time is getting shorter and shorter. Mom doesn't prefer the bucking bronco, so she puts you in your bed pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your first baby sitter last weekend. You gave her a run for her money when it came time for bed. You decided to put on the tears and drama so she kept you up and had to try again later. I talked her into letting you cry it out. :) You did and drifted off right to sleep. LITTLE STINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also went to your first wedding last weekend. You did a great job, but were very sleepy and for sure let me know when you were ready to go. But you looked oh so handsome in your tie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Titus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are our joy. You constantly amaze us on a daily basis by your growth. We love watching you learn new things. Lord, teach us how to love you well, and give us patience for the days to come. Thank you for blessing us with our little wild bundle of joy! We PRAISE you daily for his life and pray that you soften his heart to know you. Lord Save His SOUL soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP NEXT....8 months in Pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-8408232304530647593?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/8408232304530647593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=8408232304530647593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8408232304530647593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8408232304530647593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-months.html' title='8 months..'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6417414413163967180</id><published>2010-03-25T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:41:21.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 month pics..or really 6th month pics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJz3WNXqI/AAAAAAAAB1k/I3S9VCppd2Q/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452673666729729698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJz3WNXqI/AAAAAAAAB1k/I3S9VCppd2Q/s400/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJzSJq1tI/AAAAAAAAB1c/BU7D39CfIJo/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452673656745023186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJzSJq1tI/AAAAAAAAB1c/BU7D39CfIJo/s400/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJyrosOlI/AAAAAAAAB1U/8o2ZbdoME8k/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452673646406154834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJyrosOlI/AAAAAAAAB1U/8o2ZbdoME8k/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S6vJyTAtrBI/AAAAAAAAB1M/jfn3XDs0mns/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Titus is 7 months old today. Whew! 7 months old seems soooo much older than 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things about my 7 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This stage is really fun. Titus is still sleeping around 12 hours, however, we had a little setback going to Abilene for 4 days. Peter and I slept in the same room with him, and he knew it.  On the last night, Peter had already gone back to Abilene, and Titus refused to sleep anywhere but on me. He's a snuggle bunny, but I was frustrated and tired. We were so ready to get back to our own beds. It didn't take him long (one night) to get back to his routine.  Although, I still had to let him cry it out for 45 minutes to take his morning nap today. Little sucker head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Titus is very aware of his surroundings and who is in the room. Whether it be his dog, his momma, or his daddy, he will turn his head ALL the way around to see who it is.  He had an especially good time hanging out with 3 dogs at my parents house this weekend. He thought they were hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This little boy probably weighs close to 19 lbs by now.  Our friend Jamie let us borrow her son's walker and he is ALL OVER THE PLACE in that thing. He gets so excited and it is hilarious to watch. He really figured it out the past few days. Since it has been so beautiful outside, he'll just make circles on the back porch. He likes to go really fast and run into things and laugh.  It's priceless.  We love to watch him do this! He may walk before he crawls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of crawling, he's still just rocking back and forth. When he's on my bed, he'll scoot backwards. Makes me nervous that he'll just scoot right off that bed...I know it'll just happen one of these day and it will catch me off guard. Peter and I have discussed baby proofing, but have yet to do it. Apparently we are in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Titus has eaten all of the stage one foods and is creeping into stage two.  I think I'm more timid to move on than he is!! He's starting to like fruits now. Bananas are his favorite. However, I gave him an apples/apricot mixture yesterday and he gobbled it up after a few foul faces.  We also gave him Baby Mum-Mum's yesterday and he has been attacking them.  They make me nervous, but they just dissolve in his mouth. He's doing a great job with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*His favorite things are his exersaucer, playing on the floor for hours with his toys, swinging or playing in the walker outside. Praise the Lord for spring. (On a side note, I however, need a breathe right strip at all times. ) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, things are going wonderful here at the Abrigg household. Peter is busy at work and working on other people's homes. hahaa. He put in concrete counter tops at our friends house and has been working tirelessly to get them done.  Everyone is pretty excited about them.  We however, still have several projects to get done around the house. I think the warm weather is making us get the itch.  We plan on re-painting the bedroom, finishing the bathroom, finishing the crown molding, etc.  I have some cool DIY projects up my sleeve as well. We'll see if I actually get around to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is still a great dog.  Her dog hair, however is sending me over the edge. She will be getting a haircut next week.  She will no longer look like a lab after that's done. :) I have to vacuum too many times a week.  Last week after I had got the suitcases down from the attic, she pretended she was sick. She shivered for close to 24 hours to the point that we took her to the vet. They found NOTHING WRONG with her.  I loaded her up in the car to go to Abilene and she was perfectly fine. I guess we know that getting out the suitcases sends her over the edge. Ridiculously dramatic dog. But I love her to pieces. She's currently having a dog dream in her sleep next to me on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 solid days preparing items for a consignment sale a friend from Abilene is having this weekend. It's called My Sister's House. If you are in Abilene this weekend, you should check it out. I have over 200 items in the sale. It completely wore me out! We need  new tires and would like to go to family camp. Luckily, this came at the right time....and so did our tax return. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my parents are moving to the Metroplex! Crazy huh!! Pretty soon, our ties in Abilene will be gone. How sad is that!!!! I, for one, have mixed emotions about it.  I'm so thankful they are moving here, however, I will miss small town USA.  I spent from 1980-2002 there. Wow. Some things I will miss about going back to Abilene include: my parent's house, their hot tub, Perini Ranch, La Popular Bakery, reminiscing about high school &amp;amp; college, The Mall of Abilene (not really), David Avery Salon (Nicole), and many others.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I attended 2 funerals. One of which, an acquaintance from college, Jenny Bizaillion.  Her story is unbelievably sobering and scary. But, her love for the Lord is inspiring and convicting.  I had the honor of singing at her funeral with her brother and 2 other guys from ACU. It was, hands down, the hardest thing I have ever done, and I didn't even know her very well.  I was so physically and emotionally exhausted by the end of the day, I can only imagine how her family felt. &lt;br /&gt;Another, was a friend from The Village Church. His name was Barry Keldie.  His wife Charity and him were 2 people I got to know pretty quick when I first came to the church back in 2002.  Barry did everything he could to get me to work youth camp.  It was my first year to teach, so that summer, he sent the masses up to my school to help me move furniture and decorate my room.  He left behind his wife Charity and his two precious kids.  Praying for that family daily. Oh how my heart aches for them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, as we know it, moves on, but my heart is being changed.  I'm attending Tuesday night bible study at the church. It's a bible study on James. TOTALLY convicting stuff.  This study came at the perfect time in my life. Thank you Lord for truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Titus is waking up talking from his nap. So, I should go get him and feed him lunch.  Picture post to come.  :) I still want a new camera.  Until then...cell phone pictures will do. UGHGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7186731675929820088?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7186731675929820088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7186731675929820088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7186731675929820088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7186731675929820088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-months-oldand-other-rants.html' title='7 months old....and other rants.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3383785607786208550</id><published>2010-03-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:02:36.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with the Little Buddy</title><content type='html'>Peter often says we need to be more consistent about calling Titus by his real name instead of Little Buddy or Bubba.  He says Bubba Abrigg doesn't sound near as good as Titus. Haaa. However, both of us are guilty.  It just flows off the tongue alot easier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with a 6 month old has been so much fun! The days go by alot quicker and we are much more exhausted by the end of the day.  Titus loves to play and talk.  Peter says he wishes he could be a fly on the wall during the day with the conversations he and I have. :) It's bliss. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Titus' 6 month well check a few weeks late last week.  I didn't feel it necessary to have his shots the week after he was sick with RSV.  Last week he weighed 18.15 lbs and was 27.5 inches long! He FEELS that heavy too! He's such a solid little chunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's eating sweet potatoes, bananas, green beans, peas, squash and oatmeal. He's not a huge fan of carrots, so we've only given those a few times.  He's also tried applesauce as well. For some reason he gags on fruit. Last night we were at Peter's parents house, and we gave him some applesauce. He does this shiver thing and makes this noise when he doesn't like something. We were all cracking up! I was so glad someone else saw it besides me. I'd love to get it on camera. It's a bit dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus also decided that he would get ALL FOUR of his top teeth in at once last week. :) I really didn't have any idea he was teething this time around until I looked in his mouth. There was definition where each tooth was about to come down! And, sure enough, they all decided to pop through. I was pretty proud of how he acted. He was rarely upset! I did give him Tylenol every once in a while to keep his spirits up. :) I'm a bit afraid of this little boy with 6 teeth!!! He's such an overachiever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to spring forward, Titus has decided to go ahead and sleep 12 straight hours! Weird, but heavenly! I dropped his 10 o'clock feeding and I guess I dropped the 5 am feeding too!! My body was feeling it, so hopefully I'll get used to it if he keeps this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus is still rocking on all fours. He's been doing it for about 2 weeks and I just know he's going to take off at any moment.  Life, as we know it will completely change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast this weekend "shopping" at Northpark, eating dinner at Chuy's, going to the Arboretum, and playing with his cousins.  He basically didn't take nap yesterday and did wonderful!! Thank goodness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took Titus to the part last week to swing. Unfortunately, it was so stinking windy, so we didn't get to stay long! We'll head over there this week again.  Praise the Lord for beautiful weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to soak in every single minute with this precious one. He is my joy and is such the snuggler and momma's boy.  It makes my heart leap every time I hold him or rock him to sleep. He will snuggle into my chest and sleep there for hours! I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come soon.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3383785607786208550?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3383785607786208550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3383785607786208550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3383785607786208550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3383785607786208550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-with-little-buddy.html' title='Life with the Little Buddy'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6183714855141679537</id><published>2010-03-01T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:09:31.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months IPHONE pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbzFUkTI/AAAAAAAABzs/qNJF1NfsDi8/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443728726176338226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbzFUkTI/AAAAAAAABzs/qNJF1NfsDi8/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this pic cracks me up. look at charlie and his face in the mirror. try hard to ignore his rolls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbiJn0AI/AAAAAAAABzk/EvvwibYOc4w/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443728721630973954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbiJn0AI/AAAAAAAABzk/EvvwibYOc4w/s400/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbQk1jdI/AAAAAAAABzc/4WdE9_vdNf8/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443728716913282514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbQk1jdI/AAAAAAAABzc/4WdE9_vdNf8/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBDJMpL8I/AAAAAAAABzU/1IImAADg55Y/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443727203104272322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBDJMpL8I/AAAAAAAABzU/1IImAADg55Y/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBC3fOcLI/AAAAAAAABzM/u9zTA2P0PxY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443727198350373042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBC3fOcLI/AAAAAAAABzM/u9zTA2P0PxY/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBCeWorfI/AAAAAAAABzE/9fe5rNBr0JE/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443727191603457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBCeWorfI/AAAAAAAABzE/9fe5rNBr0JE/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBCI_wSkI/AAAAAAAABy8/ueElQ4fCebc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443727185870342722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBCI_wSkI/AAAAAAAABy8/ueElQ4fCebc/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBB3DNzcI/AAAAAAAABy0/4UXsJmOueL8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443727181053021634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wBB3DNzcI/AAAAAAAABy0/4UXsJmOueL8/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6183714855141679537?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6183714855141679537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6183714855141679537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6183714855141679537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6183714855141679537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-months-iphone-pics.html' title='6 months IPHONE pics.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S4wCbzFUkTI/AAAAAAAABzs/qNJF1NfsDi8/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7318051442942492474</id><published>2010-02-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:15:20.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months...REALLY???</title><content type='html'>Holy Hannah my baby is half a year old today! I just might tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to copy &lt;a href="http://simplyfaubulous.com/"&gt;ERIN&lt;/a&gt; and write what I want to remember about my sweet boy as he is 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 months I want to remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet, precious, hilarious hair. You still have alot of hair on top that we still try to make into a Mohawk. However, it's so long it just curls into a doodoo roll type curl. A little boy at Old Navy asked me if you were a boy yesterday. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had RSV this past month. It was pitiful. Actually, we would have never known you were sick. You were happy as a little lark, but you had a terrible wet cough, fever and a ridiculously runny nose. And, I can't forget that terrible wheeze. I want to remember having to take you to the doctor 4 times in one week and seeing 4 Dr's in the practice and finally loving the nurse practitioner the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember giving you breathing treatments 3 times a day. You haaaaated the first one. You screamed in the doctor's office the full 20 minutes is was going. Your dad and I were already stressed out as it was 10:00pm and your bedtime is 7:30pm. You cried so hard you broke blood vessels in your face. When you were finished, you started giggling. It was just hilarious and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember your dad getting you out of bed in the mornings happy as a little lark. Usually between 6:30 and 7:30 every morning. I feed you and then we talk face to face as you grab mine and stare me straight into the eyes with purpose. After a while you will roll over on your belly and go right to sleep next to me until 9:30 or 10am. Praise JESUS for your sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember that you tell us every night when it's time for you to get in bed. Usually around 7:30. We put your jammies on, read you a book, turn on your mobile and put you in bed. It usually takes you about 15 or 20 minutes to fall asleep, but you will finally put yourself right to sleep. I love listening to you in the monitor laughing and carrying on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember that sometimes I will rock you to sleep during your morning or afternoon nap. Lots of times you will lay your head right on my shoulder, but usually you will buck like a Bronco before you actually lay your head on my shoulder to go to sleep. Sometimes I have to pin you down and sing to you really loud to get you to calm down. It's quite comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember you sleeping 11-12 hours at night and then going back to sleep for a few more every night. I want to remember that you take 2 naps a day usually ranging from 1.5-2.5 hours. Praise the Lord you sleep like a teenager, or your mom for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember that you wear 6-12 month clothes and have for a solid month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember you weigh 18 pounds and who knows how tall you are. You are a heavy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your new green car that your Nana T gave you. Your dad will pull you around in it for hours. Sometimes you will get brave and only put one hand on the steering wheel and one hanging out the door. It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember that the first time I gave you sweet potatoes you broke out in hives. Why? However, you loved them. So, we will try again soon. You have tried peas and love them too. Fruits on the other hand, you gag every time. I think you are a fan of bland foods. We shall keep trying I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember that you STILL won't take a bottle and only play around with sippy cups. Praise the Lord you eat food now and can go longer without breast milk. It makes my life a bit easier when I have to sing in weddings or funerals...which I will have done both this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how excited you get when you get in your stroller at the mall, etc. You also ride in the basket now at the grocery store. However, you prefer to lay in the front part like it's a lounge chair with a blanket behind your head for comfort. I love that everyone always stops me to tell me how awesome your hair is. Some actually want to touch you and sometimes I want to backhand them. Sorry, just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how you still get sad on occasion when there are new people around. For example, I was practicing for a wedding and you were playing with your dad and another little girl and her mom and you lost it 3 times for no reason. It's borderline ridiculous, but you calm down every time I pick you up. That just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how fun it is when you play with your toys on the ground. I still have to put a pillow or the boppy behind you because you get so excited that you fall backwards. However, you normally can sit up by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how much you love your Baby Faith videos. We have one in the car and one in the house and you laugh at the host, "Jodi Benson" every single time. You will turn your head like the exorcist if you hear her voice. I don't know what it is about her. Maybe you like her voice because she is the voice of The Little Mermaid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how precious your little voice sounds when you talk to me, scream at me or laugh at me. I can make you laugh at any moment and I LOVE that so much. It just bring so much joy to my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to remember that you are getting your "fangs" in before your two top teeth. Is this normal????!!!! They've already broken skin. There were no signs of teething. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how much you have started to love your exersaucer. You would stay in it for hours. Praise the Lord for that because we use it sometimes to keep you entertained while we give you your breathing treatments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to remember how you have figured to actually jump up and down in your Johnny Jump up. It makes you SOOO happy while I cook dinner. If I jump and clap with you, you go faster! Hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to remember how you bite my shoulder when you get excited or mad. Ouch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to remember how EXCITED you get when you realize your dad has come home. After all, you've only seen your momma and your puppy all day. I love that you adore your daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of adoring, this month you have really started to notice your puppy's every single move! You can spot her anywhere in the room. If we are close to her, you will grab her face and her ears and she just will lay there. She loves and kisses on you too. Her breath is terrible though and I think you notice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to remember how precious those baby blue eyes are. I LOVE that you have blue eyes and I hope they stay that bright forever.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Titus Garrett, you are a constant joy to your dad and my life and I praise His name for your life.  YOU are such a precious gift to my heart and I am love soaking up every single detail about you. I love watching your every move these days.  You are exploring and getting up on all four's! Which is scary because that means you are moving away from being "my baby." Lord help me.  I can't wait to watch you grow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures in another post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7318051442942492474?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7318051442942492474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7318051442942492474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7318051442942492474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7318051442942492474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-monthsreally.html' title='6 months...REALLY???'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3895389731418760180</id><published>2010-02-10T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:51:57.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RSV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkB-oZbfI/AAAAAAAABys/XUnlxzOCsgw/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436658422833049074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkB-oZbfI/AAAAAAAABys/XUnlxzOCsgw/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkBgGizBI/AAAAAAAAByk/JgTNg0khscI/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436658414637992978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkBgGizBI/AAAAAAAAByk/JgTNg0khscI/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkBL281fI/AAAAAAAAByc/n-9LJyhF41I/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436658409203881458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkBL281fI/AAAAAAAAByc/n-9LJyhF41I/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUCK. My poor little almost 6 month old boy has RSV. Who knows really how he got it. He hasn't been in the church nursery in 3 weeks..however, he did catch a cold from there that lingered and turned into this dreadful thing. Praise HIS name we're not on breathing treatments/nebulizers or at the hospital. I'm praying hard for this boy to heal quickly and get back to his hilarious self. I love him and I HATE seeing him sick. HATE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3895389731418760180?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3895389731418760180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3895389731418760180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3895389731418760180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3895389731418760180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/02/rsv.html' title='RSV'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S3LkB-oZbfI/AAAAAAAABys/XUnlxzOCsgw/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-4722134918292188283</id><published>2010-01-26T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:47:03.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Tuesday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-766762bc4bf20d5f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7651945811236095735</id><published>2010-01-25T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:30:18.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Titus,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You turned 5 months old yesterday. Whoa. As I was leading worship yesterday at church, I couldn't help but think about the blessing you have been to our lives the past 5 months. I thank the Lord for your sweet little life all the time.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 5 months you have just about started sleeping through the night. We started unsaddling you last weekend and you did really well most of the week. However, we've had a few minor set backs.  I'm not sure what's going on, but you haven't slept well the last 3 nights in a row.  All week long I would lay you in your crib and you would roll right over on your belly, move around and get comfortable and go right to sleep. I couldn't believe how much you liked sleeping on your tummy! You go to sleep around 7:45ish and most of the time wake up between 5 and 6, eat, and then go back to bed, in our bed with me until 8 or 9. I love that time, and to be honest, will probably always do it until you start sleeping longer in the mornings.  I know you're not ready to fully wake up because you usually sleep for 3 more hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You love to giggle.  It's my joy to watch your daddy walk in the door at night and to see your face LIGHT up and you start giggling! It's just crazy and melts my heart a ton! You started really eating rice cereal a few days ago. I haven't been consistent with it at all up until this weekend.  Your dad fed you oatmeal cereal twice yesterday, and you ate EVERY BITE! Your daddy may just be feeding you that every night now! :) I thought I would wait until 6 months to fully feed any anything, however, you got teeth at 3 months and have been ready to eat for a while now.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have almost mastered sitting up by yourself on the floor. It makes you frustrated when you fall over, but we will keep practicing.  I'm scared you're about to start crawling very soon.  You lift your arms all the way up like you are ready and stick your butt in the air. It's just crazy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your hair is getting lighter and lighter. Your bald spot is totally coming back blonde. Will you be a blonde little boy with blue eyes? Your daddy picked up yesterday and asked you if you were really his child.  Your features are totally favoring your momma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You LOVE Baby Faith and Baby Einstein still. You will crack up and carry on watching it in the evenings when momma cooks dinner.  You still love your swing, however, you're getting too big for it.  I'll be sad when we have to pack that thing up.  I probably should check the weight limit. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still talk ALL of the time.  We took you to small group the other night and you were the life of the party. I started feeling bad that we were distracting everyone. You would look at someone and crack up for no reason! It was THE BEST!! I loved that everyone got to see your dramatic personality. And boy are you dramatic! :) When you get mad, you've started throwing your arms up in the air and your head back. It's hilarious and ridiculous all at the same time!. Geez, we have alot to "look forward" too huh. You don't mind your car seat anymore. Praise the Lord. You love being out and about.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You take 3 naps a day.  Lately you've taken and hour and a half nap in the morning and afternoon and then about a 30 minute nap between 5 and 6.  You play hard and sleep hard during the day. Boy does momma love nap times! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've started to really take notice of your puppy. Charlie gives you kisses and you just giggle.  You will follow her around the room all day long, but she sleeps most of the day so you can't. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still don't mind the church nursery, thank goodness. However, you still have a bit of "stage fright" if other people get in your face and oo and aww over you and make high noises. You will stick that bottom lip out so far and try really hard not to cry. But, big crocodile tears fall. It's funny and sad all at the same time. Bless your sensitive heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titus, you are a joy to your momma and dad. Your personality is getting so fun and I could just snuggle you all day. However, you don't like to snuggle. Maybe one of these days. I wish I could just stop time and have the days go by a bit slower.  Before we know it, you'll be going through puberty. Oh Loooorrrd.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Titus Garrett.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Pictures to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7651945811236095735?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7651945811236095735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7651945811236095735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7651945811236095735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7651945811236095735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-months-old.html' title='5 months old.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1008133366633340842</id><published>2010-01-21T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:15:42.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Pics - Month 4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKhESgGAI/AAAAAAAAByM/GSPb0f3VsUA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241651486791682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKhESgGAI/AAAAAAAAByM/GSPb0f3VsUA/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Operation UNSWADDLE worked. He loves laying on his side and then eventually on his stomach. He prefers to snuggle the bumper pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKgzoSTyI/AAAAAAAAByE/Y1AbzH-sXS0/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241647014760226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKgzoSTyI/AAAAAAAAByE/Y1AbzH-sXS0/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His new favorite trick. Spitting. ughghggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKgrCMiXI/AAAAAAAABx8/Of0DtmPdauE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241644707514738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKgrCMiXI/AAAAAAAABx8/Of0DtmPdauE/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time riding in the jogging stroller. Thank you Aunt Ashlee and Uncle Scott for letting us borrow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKgT9pa4I/AAAAAAAABx0/eg1dguLm7a0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241638514420610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKgT9pa4I/AAAAAAAABx0/eg1dguLm7a0/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rice cereal = all over face. New trick of spitting = all over mom's face. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKDQ6bLAI/AAAAAAAABxs/nUg_uPGH9s8/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241139479391234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKDQ6bLAI/AAAAAAAABxs/nUg_uPGH9s8/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time to wear shoes. Notice the piece of hair laying on the forhead. He loves to mess his hair up. It's getting taller by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKDSfXe1I/AAAAAAAABxk/j4AVRtF4tQo/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241139902774098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKDSfXe1I/AAAAAAAABxk/j4AVRtF4tQo/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano with  my feet. Thanks again Aunt Ashlee and Uncle Scott for letting us borrow this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKDCOYWKI/AAAAAAAABxc/QGuHICar9u4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241135536560290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKDCOYWKI/AAAAAAAABxc/QGuHICar9u4/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combovers are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKC5Q8ToI/AAAAAAAABxU/k3X0hX-pbKc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241133131386498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKC5Q8ToI/AAAAAAAABxU/k3X0hX-pbKc/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time to hang out in high chair. This is his chair of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKCkNEVTI/AAAAAAAABxM/KdC2FMFBJu4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241127477990706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKCkNEVTI/AAAAAAAABxM/KdC2FMFBJu4/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combovers and cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1008133366633340842?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1008133366633340842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1008133366633340842' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1008133366633340842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1008133366633340842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/01/cell-phone-pics-month-4.html' title='Cell Phone Pics - Month 4.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/S1iKhESgGAI/AAAAAAAAByM/GSPb0f3VsUA/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-896891391380029477</id><published>2010-01-10T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:53:55.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind. 4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;UPDATE: Titus almost slept through the night last night with NO SWADDLE! Praise His Name. He's such a good boy.  Pictures still to come. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible mom. Christmas went by so stinking fast, and both Peter and I had terrible colds, that we didn't take harldy any pictures. Luckily my parents and Peter's parents both did. Maybe they will pass them on so I can remember Titus' first Christmas. I mean, I didn't even get his first snow picture, not to mention his first picture with Santa. I had mixed feelings about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus turned 4 months on Christmas Eve. I couldn't believe how fast it came from 3 months! I guess it's because he turned 3 months on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He weighs 16 lbs 6 oz and is 26 inches long as of January 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He has really bad excema, but we're keeping it pretty clear with Cortizone and Aquaphor. He's always greasy, including his hair. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of hair, we've started combing his hair to the side. He is so cute, however, Peter says he looks like Hitler because it's so long and he has a bald section all the way around his head. It's long at the bottom. Lord help me if he gets any longer, then he'll have a mullet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He still has just 2 bottom teeth. You got those the day after you turned 3 months. I couldn't believe how fast it happened. Your doctor says that is very advanced, and in his 7 years of practice, he's never seen a kid his age with teeth. Luckily his aunts and uncles on Peter's side got teeth very early. So, he gets that advancement from his dad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He's quite the drama king. His personality is TRUELY shining through these days. He screams on a consistent basis. Not a mad scream, that's just how he expresses himself. This causes a problem in public, because he gets pretty excited if he's out of his carrier and just sitting in his stroller. It's pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He's grabbing all toys and putting them directly into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He finally rolled from his back to his tummy a few weeks ago and everytime we lay him on the floor he rolls and rolls. Back and forth. Sometimes he forgets how to get back on to his back and gets mad. But, then he'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is still swaddled at night. He CANNOT sleep without it. Lord help me the day we have to take it off. After we swaddle him we lay him on his side in his positioner and he stays like that the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He still isn't fully sleeping through the night. Once a week he does it. Consistency isn't happening yet. I praise the Lord when he does. We've started letting him cry at night this week. The max he's gone is about 12 minutes. He's tired of enough that he goes to sleep. This week he's started waking up around 2:30 talking to himself. He just talks himself right back to sleep. Maybe I drink to much caffiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He can sit up for about 15-30 seconds, but he's so active that he usually falls over and rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My mom got him a high chair for Christmas, and you would think he was king of the earth! He feels so big. When we eat, we set him in it and he STARES a HOLE in our food! I think he's ready for real food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We started playing around with rice cereal. It's not his favorite. I think I'll probably try putting some pear juice or something in it. I haven't been too serious about giving it to him. I read several places that it doesn't have much nutritional value, so, we're just sticking to breastmilk. I'll give him rice cereal about every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is still eating every 3 hours during the day and can for the most part go 9 hours at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is still wearing 3-6 month clothing, but in some brands, 6-9 months. Lord help me he's growing to fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He thinks everything is very funny. He must have gotten that from his momma. Haaa. He especially thinks it's funny when I take him out of his carrier when he's been in there for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peter won a portable DVD player at his old job and saved our life this month. We took a trip to Houston and Abilene and he LOVES Baby Faith and Baby Einsten. If I know I'm going to be driving all over the place, it goes on repeat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He STOPPED taking a bottle in December. He refuses. We went on an anniversary day date in the middle of December, and that's the day he decided to stop. He went 8 hours without eating. You can imagine my horror all day long. Poor Peter....he was trying to be understanding, but he was just as frustrated as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-STill only has 2 teeth..but THEY HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He has started getting scared when other people hold him in a crazy place or if people get in his face and tell him how cute he is all at once. He'll stick his bottom lip out and cry. It's ridiculous. We've had several "talks" about this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he hasn't gotten upset in the church nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Titus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are our joy. You constantly make us laugh. You are learning something new everyday and are blowing us away!!! Your doctor says you are on the fast track to everything. He calls you "very advanced" for your age. Now, let's just sleep like we're a big boy too! Okay!??&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see what your personality will be like even more. I think we pretty much have you pegged. Loud, dramatic, laughs at everything...Praise the Lord for a fun kid! :) You'll be 5 months old in less than a week. How can this be true! Thank you for the privelege of being your mom and dad. I love you SO VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming on the next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-896891391380029477?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/896891391380029477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=896891391380029477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/896891391380029477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/896891391380029477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-4-months.html' title='Behind. 4 months'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7296793613141846640</id><published>2009-12-15T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:04:49.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sye-YVnLILI/AAAAAAAABw0/QoiOHhgHnaY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415506113995479410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sye-HjuoGXI/AAAAAAAABwE/iOI3XpNJ8mw/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sye-HJtIGSI/AAAAAAAABv8/FwoggHraMr0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415506107009866018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sye-HJtIGSI/AAAAAAAABv8/FwoggHraMr0/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photos courtesy of Brittney Poe at &lt;a href="http://thepoefam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thepoefam.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7296793613141846640?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7296793613141846640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7296793613141846640' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7296793613141846640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7296793613141846640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sye-YVnLILI/AAAAAAAABw0/QoiOHhgHnaY/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8807324377261041735</id><published>2009-12-01T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:21:27.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Heart</title><content type='html'>Our pastor, Matt Chandler had a seizure on Thanksgiving day and was rushed to the ER.  They ran several tests and found a small mass on his frontal lobe in his brain. &lt;br /&gt;Today, Monday, he met with a Neurosurgeon in Dallas and they decided to go ahead and remove the tumor this Friday, December 5th.  Please join me in praying hard for him and his family. Pray for peace, wisdom, and for that tumor to be benign! Pray for Lauren, for strenth and a peace that surpasses all understanding.  It's the first weekend in the new building and this past weekend was the last in the old. Matt has to miss both and I'm sure is very upset about that. A monumental occasion and a testament to the faithfulness of Christ for The Village Church. &lt;br /&gt;You can receive updates via facebook by joining the group, "Praying for Matt Chandler," or our church website. &lt;a href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/"&gt;www.thevillagechurch.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this family so much and basically followed them to the metroplex. I worked for Matt in college and Lauren and I sang together all 4 years.  My heart aches, but is encouraged by his strenth and his love for Christ in this turn of events. Join in lifting him up! He is preached the gospel to thousands of people over the last 10 years and already there are almost 20,000 people on that facebook group! A testament for sure of Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-8807324377261041735?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/8807324377261041735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=8807324377261041735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8807324377261041735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8807324377261041735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/12/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy Heart'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3816298499776346304</id><published>2009-11-23T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:52:25.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA9xPRInI/AAAAAAAABvw/ECP44jqESgU/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410372326033269362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA9xPRInI/AAAAAAAABvw/ECP44jqESgU/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA9cin-FI/AAAAAAAABvo/0s5IyQ1CB8o/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410372320477313106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA9cin-FI/AAAAAAAABvo/0s5IyQ1CB8o/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA8_bc06I/AAAAAAAABvY/iLzqbLKHH2s/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410372312662594466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA8_bc06I/AAAAAAAABvY/iLzqbLKHH2s/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa. 3 months. Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 3 months you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*are sleeping in your big boy crib. Sort of. You started taking naps there about a month ago and loved it. You started sleeping there at night this week and did pretty well. For some reason you wake up once to eat and then will go back to sleep. We're traveling all week, so the sleeping thing should be interesting. You stopped sleeping well in the pack and play in our room, so it was easy for me to move you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*You've slept through the night about 4 times. I'd like to make this more consistent. You definitely weigh enough. In fact, I'm sure you've tipped the scales at 15 lbs now. I need to go get you weighed. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You are wearing 3-6 months clothes and have for about 5 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Your hands and feet are still huge. :) 3-6 month socks are too small for you. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You laugh and talk ALOT! We can make you laugh at a moments notice. You've even thrown your head back a few times, which is hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You have become more content sitting in our laps at mealtimes, watching the television, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You still love your swing and would sleep in it for hours if I let you. Sometimes in the mornings when I'm really tired and want to go back to bed, you'll sleep for 3 hours in your swing. :) I might do that once every other week. We've had some setbacks with sleeping, so momma has been sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You don't love tummy time, but will tolerate it for about 10 minutes. I personally don't think you need it anymore, however, all the books say you do. :) So, I'll comply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You went to the church nursery at "test service" in the new building yesterday. All the ladies fought over you and your mohawk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Speaking of mohawks, never in my life have we gotten so much attention with you in our lives. It's ridiculous! I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*You still eat every 2-3 hours, except at night. You've dropped your nighttime feedings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*You are enamored by kids! You talk and laugh and carry on when they are around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You've started putting that bottom lip out when I hand you to someone in a crowded place. It's random when you do it. Otherwise, you're pretty easy going. However, those times when you want your momma, you let everyone know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You have found your voice, and it is L-O-U-D! I wonder where you got that? Your momma...everyone says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*You will smile at anyone...which I LOVE. I think you are going to be a very social child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You started sitting in your stroller without being in your carseat. You think you are on top of the world! You will sit and talk there forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You still have a love/hate relationship with your carseat. Last week we drove out to Allen and back and you didn't make a peep. Then we drove out to Dalas and back and you did great. However, some days, you scream all the way to church, grocery store, etc...which is 5 minutes down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You are very particular about how you are being held. You hate to be held like a baby. If someone tries you arch your back and cry....a fake cry. You have to watch things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Lately, if I sing things to you, you seem to echo those same sounds back to me. It MELTS MY HEART! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You started teething a last week and that just about sent momma over the edge. Drool encompasses all of our clothing and you constantly have to be sucking on something. We changed your pacifier and got you a vibrating teether. You love it. As of Monday, you finally cut one on the bottom! This makes me very sad. I feel bad for you, because you can't really hold a teething toy in your mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Titus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are becoming more of a little boy every day and that breaks my heart! You are a constant joy in our lives and I praise the Lord for you daily and thank him for the miracle that you truly are. This week we have learned of a miscarriage from a close friend and a not so good diagnosis about having kids from another. We pray hard for those best friends of mom and dad's for the Lord to bless them with a miracle. Afterall, you need some best friends. :) I love your huge smile and your sweet coo's more than life itself and I could listen to them all day. Thank you for your constant slobbery kisses and your burrowing hugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you little buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Momma and Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3816298499776346304?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3816298499776346304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3816298499776346304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3816298499776346304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3816298499776346304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-months.html' title='3 MONTHS'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SxWA9xPRInI/AAAAAAAABvw/ECP44jqESgU/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6944455436548403766</id><published>2009-11-10T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:56:16.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictureless Post</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, there just needs to be words. So sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our sweet boy is growing at a rapid rate, and I should be documenting every moment, it will have to wait until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home has proved to be one of the most rewarding gifts I have ever been given.  I think about how lucky I am often. Even though finances are not flowing like the river, I am happy doing what I was called to do. Being that it is the month of November, I've decided to post every day something I am thankful for. Granted, it is November 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so today I'll post 10 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Staying at home. Well, I've already said that. Watching Titus grow and loving on him all day is awesome. He is such a joy to raise. He is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; and a smiler! We've been taking him places and he smiles and giggles at everyone! I praise the Lord for that. I want him to experience true joy all through his life. I know the ultimate joy is for him to come to know the Lord at an early age. That will be true joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Peter. I never knew how much I really loved and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; Peter as my husband until Titus was born.  I see him a new light as I watch him with Titus.  He is my heart and I love who he has become.  He takes care of us so well, and the unconditional love I feel for him is unreal.  I still get giddy when he comes home from work and yesterday, he surprised me by taking the day off. I'm sure it was more for his sanity and renewing, however, it renewed my spirit as well! I love you P.E.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Titus. My sweet boy. You are such a blessing. Thank you LORD for blessing us with such an incredible gift.  I can only help but praise your name when I wake up every morning to his precious face.  You have added a love and a joy I have never known before! Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Charlie. This might sound lame, but this dog blesses my heart so much. She is my partner during the day.  Speaking of unconditional love....she loves us unconditionally. Thank you Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Family.  Thanks to my parents for basically giving us everything we could ever possibly need in life.  We couldn't do life with out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;them and&lt;/span&gt; it's a joy to watch them with Titus. Of course my mom spoils him half to death. She can't go 2 weeks without seeing him. Praise the Lord for that!Thanks to Peter's family for the constant meals and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  A community of believers to worship with.  Thank you Lord for The Village Church and all you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Friends. Being that I'm almost 30, I understand the meaning of a true friendship.  A friend that loves you because you are a sinner. A friend who fights for you and loves you for who you are and wants only the best for you.  Thank you Lord for those friends. You make doing life here a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Our health.  Thank you Lord for your protection over Titus, Peter and me.  The thought of the flu sends me over the edge and scares me to death these days. Lord, you are mightier than the flu. You are mightier than my thoughts and fears. Thank you for loving me in spite of my fearful heart. Thank you for putting life into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  A roof over my head and great neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Good food, good wine, and friends to share that with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6944455436548403766?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6944455436548403766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6944455436548403766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6944455436548403766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6944455436548403766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictureless-post.html' title='Pictureless Post'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-5136603195379652982</id><published>2009-11-03T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:58:04.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Monkey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtRbVzw4I/AAAAAAAABu4/39J4hlOMMRQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076836870013826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtRbVzw4I/AAAAAAAABu4/39J4hlOMMRQ/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get  a profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtRCgKu_I/AAAAAAAABuw/IBqVbjHbjeQ/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076830202575858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtRCgKu_I/AAAAAAAABuw/IBqVbjHbjeQ/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay this isn't too bad. Just don't velcro it mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtQ0Up7ZI/AAAAAAAABuo/s18wT8qPl-0/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076826396192146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtQ0Up7ZI/AAAAAAAABuo/s18wT8qPl-0/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat on. MEAN MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs-C577uI/AAAAAAAABug/jXN2dgyj7qg/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076503893143266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs-C577uI/AAAAAAAABug/jXN2dgyj7qg/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs9yhROpI/AAAAAAAABuY/p-Q0vztWwFk/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076499494714002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs9yhROpI/AAAAAAAABuY/p-Q0vztWwFk/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs9mmslEI/AAAAAAAABuQ/nGpsfIgAfN8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076496296252482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs9mmslEI/AAAAAAAABuQ/nGpsfIgAfN8/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs9e0nn2I/AAAAAAAABuI/kGJL3iMkrJY/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076494207164258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs9e0nn2I/AAAAAAAABuI/kGJL3iMkrJY/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs89SU_gI/AAAAAAAABuA/wL8C90cAzFI/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400076485204966914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDs89SU_gI/AAAAAAAABuA/wL8C90cAzFI/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-5136603195379652982?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/5136603195379652982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=5136603195379652982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5136603195379652982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5136603195379652982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-monkey.html' title='I&apos;m a Monkey.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SvDtRbVzw4I/AAAAAAAABu4/39J4hlOMMRQ/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3121417501571236645</id><published>2009-10-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:42:12.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 MONTHS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePv4NH0qI/AAAAAAAABt4/u_5L7SD7wv0/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440731130876578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePv4NH0qI/AAAAAAAABt4/u_5L7SD7wv0/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I'm an awesome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaaaa&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePviZNkMI/AAAAAAAABtw/h8_OooqPaFc/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440725276004546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePviZNkMI/AAAAAAAABtw/h8_OooqPaFc/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He didn't really want to look at the camera. :) I can see each month this is only going to get harder. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my favorites from my phone over the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePvFLMl4I/AAAAAAAABto/g3WBmEDkIAY/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440717432592258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePvFLMl4I/AAAAAAAABto/g3WBmEDkIAY/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, in our Halloween footie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Thompson. :) We love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePu9a3GSI/AAAAAAAABtg/xd9AqRmXcBc/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440715350808866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePu9a3GSI/AAAAAAAABtg/xd9AqRmXcBc/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aftermath from his shots yesterday sleeping on me. :) Sweet, sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePupn-ryI/AAAAAAAABtY/CWVUVDk84MY/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397440710037122850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePupn-ryI/AAAAAAAABtY/CWVUVDk84MY/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the doctor. He was laughing and smiling. This was before his shots. :) I had to get a pic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4NJVjThI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vnGS3kDQYqI/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397414845666774546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4NJVjThI/AAAAAAAABtQ/vnGS3kDQYqI/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a serious conversation with his dad on Saturday morning about how he was up all night for no apparent reason. :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4M-_um8I/AAAAAAAABtI/Vnx6ncl1tZk/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397414842890886082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4M-_um8I/AAAAAAAABtI/Vnx6ncl1tZk/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to go buy him some toboggans. The one from the hospital was the only one that fit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4MxTwYMI/AAAAAAAABtA/ADc09xtc30I/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397414839216791746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4MxTwYMI/AAAAAAAABtA/ADc09xtc30I/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man. :) It looks as if he's flaring his nostrils here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4MvyzriI/AAAAAAAABs4/C2YPB6Avfs8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397414838810160674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4MvyzriI/AAAAAAAABs4/C2YPB6Avfs8/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when I don't fix his hair. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Comb over&lt;/span&gt; central. Grow to appreciate the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4MRYlXYI/AAAAAAAABsw/Mw4hDCH6hII/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397414830647106946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sud4MRYlXYI/AAAAAAAABsw/Mw4hDCH6hII/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Airing out the other day...he had a heat rash, swollen allergy eyes and bad cradle cap in one day. He thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My how time flies when you're having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus at 2 months you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You weigh 13 lbs and 9 oz making you in the 95%. You're a BIG boy. :) I think it's all in your cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You are 23 1/2 inches tall putting you in the 50-75%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You were so happy yesterday, the day you got your shots. You were even laughing at the nurse right before you she stuck you 3 times! Then, your mouth opened really wide, your face turned bright red, I picked your stiff body up and you let out the loudest most piercing, rhythmic scream I have ever heard. I should have blown on your face. I heard that's the trick to get you to breath again. You finally relaxed your body and kept screaming. Your dad and I just looked at each other in shock! I told him I had never heard you scream like that in the 2 months of your life! I cried right along with you and your dad wiped my tears. You were quickly soothed by your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; and fell asleep in your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; on the 10 minute ride home. Luckily you didn't run a fever and were pretty happy the rest of the day. Can't wait till 4 months. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;..at least I'll be prepared this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sleep fairly well at night. Most nights you go to bed at 10pm and wake up between 2:30-4:30am to eat and then go back to sleep around 8. The last couple of nights, you've woken up at 2:30 and 6 and then go back to sleep till 9am. I shouldn't complain. You're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you hate to be swaddled, however, it's the only way to sleep. You're a very active baby, so this causes a problem when it's time to sleep. You'll kick and flail your arms forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Since you're such an active baby, this sometimes causes a problem when you eat. You prefer to push off whatever chair I'm feeding you in while eating. Which has caused a few blisters on my end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You smile, talk and laugh all day long. Especially when your dad gets home. It doesn't matter if you are sound asleep...you hear his voice, open your eyes and crack up! It's crazy!! But it melts my heart and I look forward to that time every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You started taking naps in your crib a few weeks ago and have done pretty well! Your "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt; T" bought you a really cool mobile, but you sometimes prefer to laugh at your bumper pad. The contrasting colors crack you up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You really enjoy your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;. If I put it in your mouth, it immediately triggers sleepy time. You suck on it really hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When you are tired you have this hilarious yell. It's not crying, just yelling. It makes us laugh so we like to torture you and watch you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Just this week you've started fighting sleep. You'd much rather be awake this week....opposite of how you've been for the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You went on your first trip to Abilene last weekend. You got to meet your great-grandparents, great aunts, cousins, etc. You were really tired when we got home, but slept great while we were there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You hate your car seat. Pretty soon you're going to start bucking when I put you in it. But, if I keep talking to you or sit by you, you enjoy it. This poses a problem when I'm not sitting back there with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You have yet to attend church. Your mom and dad are really scared of the SW$NE FL#. Darn pigs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Your eyes are still very blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Your hair is turning auburn, but has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You have bad skin like your dad. Everything gives you a rash. Cortisone clears it up every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You LOVE your changing table. You'll talk and laugh all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you are fussy, the swing calms you down almost immediately. You will sleep in it for at least 2 hours. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Titus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe you are 2 months old. I never thought I could love you so much. You are constantly making me laugh and cry all at the same time. Your precious voice sends me over the edge!! I can't wait to watch you grow into a really strong boy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, you already are. Your family adores you and dotes on you all day long. :) Thank you Lord for this precious gift. Give Peter and I wisdom and faith as your parents. Lord I pray you capture Titus' heart early, so that he too can know your love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3121417501571236645?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3121417501571236645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3121417501571236645' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3121417501571236645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3121417501571236645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-months-old.html' title='2 MONTHS OLD'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SuePv4NH0qI/AAAAAAAABt4/u_5L7SD7wv0/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7081783454078040609</id><published>2009-10-18T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:17:06.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SttbJpn5hSI/AAAAAAAABso/uOMDMxSXDBA/s1600-h/PUMPKIN+PATCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394005200056452386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SttbJpn5hSI/AAAAAAAABso/uOMDMxSXDBA/s400/PUMPKIN+PATCH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had a great time at the pumpkin patch. Ridiculous really for me to take him. But, a good time for socializing! Momma needed to get OUT of the house and out in the beautiful weather! Thanks Michael for the precious pic. Why am I smiling so big here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating on whether to get little buddy a Halloween costume. I feel like it's torture for him right now. And, I'm sure he'll have a strong opinion about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time to post anymore, but I will later! Have a great rest of the weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7081783454078040609?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7081783454078040609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7081783454078040609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7081783454078040609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7081783454078040609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-2009.html' title='Pumpkin Patch 2009'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SttbJpn5hSI/AAAAAAAABso/uOMDMxSXDBA/s72-c/PUMPKIN+PATCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-4512921233973660902</id><published>2009-10-11T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:08:14.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJF_6bxMwI/AAAAAAAABsg/7QwUeW_x8x0/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448668235707138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJF_6bxMwI/AAAAAAAABsg/7QwUeW_x8x0/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our annual pumpkin carving/soup party at our house last night. :) All of our "gang" came and it was truly refreshing. I love my little community and family. I wish we could hang out every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJF_YAnGPI/AAAAAAAABsY/B-AlmSuNToU/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448658994993394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJF_YAnGPI/AAAAAAAABsY/B-AlmSuNToU/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry this is sideways...confused how to turn it around. Titus and Jacob. Jacob kept putting his hand in Titus' mouth. It was hilarious. Jacob 9 weeks, Titus 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFsi1s5QI/AAAAAAAABsQ/WB8_Z7kqcIA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448335484511490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFsi1s5QI/AAAAAAAABsQ/WB8_Z7kqcIA/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls. Natasha will get mad at me posting this picture of her. Sorry, it's the only one I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFsNAiKZI/AAAAAAAABsI/6UhS2dCGb1E/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448329624365458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFsNAiKZI/AAAAAAAABsI/6UhS2dCGb1E/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFr1s4ZLI/AAAAAAAABsA/ekHmP_KZr3Y/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448323367920818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFr1s4ZLI/AAAAAAAABsA/ekHmP_KZr3Y/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy making Titus laugh. It was precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFrYzaj0I/AAAAAAAABr4/pchbImMgNds/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448315610697538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFrYzaj0I/AAAAAAAABr4/pchbImMgNds/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter and I. I think someone ate our pumpkin. He was trying to carve an A. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFq5pFcDI/AAAAAAAABrw/4xkyHVfXROg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448307245871154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFq5pFcDI/AAAAAAAABrw/4xkyHVfXROg/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel and Craig. Craig very excited about his carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFGh6zFnI/AAAAAAAABro/GU_KMKNFkR8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447682402424434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFGh6zFnI/AAAAAAAABro/GU_KMKNFkR8/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas, Natasha and Jacob. Thomas was mad at me because I accidentally threw his pumpkin top away. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFGDEzAcI/AAAAAAAABrg/vulRCCQS7rU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447674122863042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFGDEzAcI/AAAAAAAABrg/vulRCCQS7rU/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miriam and Jeff. They came all the way from Austin to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFFsZiPlI/AAAAAAAABrY/wsGE8-Y_H5M/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447668035829330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFFsZiPlI/AAAAAAAABrY/wsGE8-Y_H5M/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremy came with 2 mini pumpkins. He claims all the big ones were sold out. I cannot write on here what he carved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFFB0fZPI/AAAAAAAABrQ/NRT99uK6lLg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447656606164210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFFB0fZPI/AAAAAAAABrQ/NRT99uK6lLg/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFEwxokmI/AAAAAAAABrI/2fSOZUHxx2c/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447652030780002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJFEwxokmI/AAAAAAAABrI/2fSOZUHxx2c/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I caught Josh whispering to Natalie....his pumpkin was scary. She would say "his" because of how scary it was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJEtB_dqeI/AAAAAAAABrA/-6qzfMPhKHg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447244335327714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJEtB_dqeI/AAAAAAAABrA/-6qzfMPhKHg/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday night we went out to Target. Titus had to get bundled up to go to Corner Bakery and Target.  Thank you Brittney for the hoodie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJEsgfFHhI/AAAAAAAABq4/p_5bpqRhY2k/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447235341131282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJEsgfFHhI/AAAAAAAABq4/p_5bpqRhY2k/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJEsVdXOtI/AAAAAAAABqw/qKV3JDfvbgo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447232381139666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJEsVdXOtI/AAAAAAAABqw/qKV3JDfvbgo/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad because he had to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJErz8FrHI/AAAAAAAABqo/RvnbgGRZ68I/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447223383207026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJErz8FrHI/AAAAAAAABqo/RvnbgGRZ68I/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad attempting to make things better. He can find Peter anywhere in the room. It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJErdlwAbI/AAAAAAAABqg/aFSNHRS22Dk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391447217383932338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJErdlwAbI/AAAAAAAABqg/aFSNHRS22Dk/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to my Honda last Saturday. Praise the Lord we sold it and were able to pay off all of the things that broke the week before! He is Faithful! We even were able to put money in savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there is your week in pictures! We're taking a road trip next weekend. Should be exciting.  It will be my first weekend out of town since May. Praise the Lord! I'm ready and Titus is too. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for the cold weather! This week we look forward to the pumpkin patch, breakfast and coffee with a new friend, a rearranged living room, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-4512921233973660902?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/4512921233973660902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=4512921233973660902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4512921233973660902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4512921233973660902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/StJF_6bxMwI/AAAAAAAABsg/7QwUeW_x8x0/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-629841458150870727</id><published>2009-10-02T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:37:11.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388057918405191762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6IS_FqFI/AAAAAAAABqI/lkg37auFJFI/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6Hxm7rbI/AAAAAAAABqA/UlRYktp2ebs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388057909445504434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6Hxm7rbI/AAAAAAAABqA/UlRYktp2ebs/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6HjbgpsI/AAAAAAAABp4/jbehkX6SxB4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388057905639499458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6HjbgpsI/AAAAAAAABp4/jbehkX6SxB4/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6HPUm_JI/AAAAAAAABpw/-B1DwRnvlvQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388057900241845394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6HPUm_JI/AAAAAAAABpw/-B1DwRnvlvQ/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I'm looking forward to this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tomorrow we will head to the annual "Barktoberfest." This is a tradition Peter and I started the year before we got married. We haven't missed one yet! It's very exciting this year because we get to take Charlie and Titus! We enjoy laughing at all the dog costumes and crazy owners, and Charlie has fun running around and sniffing butts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Pumkin Spice Lattes...I've already had one. Unfortunately, I had to get it decaf with soy milk. Not near as good. Next time, I'm just going to go all the way and hope for the best with Titus. I still haven't delved into the realm of lactose lately. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Our trip to Abilene! We haven't been since May! That's way to long if you ask me. Also, it will be Titus' first road trip. I'm sure my mom will whisk him away and introduce him to all of her friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. COOL WEATHER! It was freezing this morning. We had the air conditioner on 72 and I was frozen. I love not having to turn the ac on at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pumpkin Patch! Can't wait to actually go this year. We've never gone before, but now we have an excuse to go with T here. We'll take the dumb "pumpkin" pics and send them out to everyone. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Titus is 6 weeks on Monday! I guess I shouldn't look forward to this, but he is getting so fun! And, this means I'm released from post partum care...whatever that means. Running....and getting rid of this extra baby pounds. I did gain 44. :) I only have 12 left...but I'm going to go further considering I wasn't happy with where I started. TMI for some of you bloggers. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Decorating for fall. Unfortunatley, I have no decorations. I have some spending money, but don't get it until the end of the month. Dang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. FALL TELEVISION! I tape all the shows in the evening, because Peter and I hate getting into ruts and plopping in front of the television. So, spread them out during the next day. It's glorious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINGS I'm NOT LOOKING FORWARD TOO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Paying medical bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Paying off the credit card we just put our cooktop, broken refridgerator repairs, and a new transmission. blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. H1N1 and FLU scares. ughghghg, this sends me over the edge! I get so nervous about taking Titus anywhere! I can protect him, but not me!! I'm scared of those shots too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are good on the homefront. I got a little infection this week. Mastitis. Bleh. Luckily, it wasn't too bad. I did have a fever and felt flu like for 2 days. But, I got antibiotics and things are looking up! Titus has slowed down his eating a ton, which caused some problems with my body...if you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Titus to a wedding on Sunday. He did wonderful! Praise the Lord. I can't wait to go back to church, but I refuse to put him in the nursery. Warrented because the church just sent out an EMAIL about the flu and protecting your children at church. Luckily my mom will be here this weekend and he can stay home. :) Will he ever get to come to church! The kid makes way to many grunting/farting noises to bring him into worship. :) I'd be embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-629841458150870727?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/629841458150870727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=629841458150870727' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/629841458150870727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/629841458150870727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html' title='OCTOBER!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SsY6IS_FqFI/AAAAAAAABqI/lkg37auFJFI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3244096423930477385</id><published>2009-09-24T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:53:45.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 MONTH</title><content type='html'>Pics shown first.... I hate blogger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTd6D9unI/AAAAAAAABpg/skgSHMooxuQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385200658951289458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTd6D9unI/AAAAAAAABpg/skgSHMooxuQ/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henslee and I at Peter's 30th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTdYNTb2I/AAAAAAAABpY/GaLBV-0tbLs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385200649863655266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTdYNTb2I/AAAAAAAABpY/GaLBV-0tbLs/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Half of the room Layla-Grayce looks hilarious in this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTc3nFPKI/AAAAAAAABpQ/BVajtzJeFRo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385200641113406626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTc3nFPKI/AAAAAAAABpQ/BVajtzJeFRo/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other half of the room. We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTcVMgE2I/AAAAAAAABpI/N6lisylX8uI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385200631875113826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTcVMgE2I/AAAAAAAABpI/N6lisylX8uI/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and his BFF Thomas. Thomas has a chip in his hand and Peter has his cell phone. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRb0y7VHI/AAAAAAAABpA/FY3TJ-D8t20/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385198424154657906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRb0y7VHI/AAAAAAAABpA/FY3TJ-D8t20/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey Butt. Yes, he's sporting one sock here. Who knows where the other one is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRbT5VwMI/AAAAAAAABo4/DWITCZn6FfA/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385198415323185346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRbT5VwMI/AAAAAAAABo4/DWITCZn6FfA/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie is babysiting here. She loves him. I love these pajamas here. They were a gift from Lauren. Thanks Lauren. I heart footie pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRazUT1_I/AAAAAAAABow/wKMBzdE-pBA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385198406577936370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRazUT1_I/AAAAAAAABow/wKMBzdE-pBA/s400/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pic of Peter making Titus smile. :) Melts my heart. He doesn't look like his dad at all, does he? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385198404849199058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRas4JZ9I/AAAAAAAABoo/VgaV_PCH6Rg/s400/6930_263854240452_795840452_8889943_1849120_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385198395672400642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwRaKsOkwI/AAAAAAAABog/UZx_ltq0MNU/s400/6930_263854230452_795840452_8889942_4352146_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197885522060450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwQ8eO6JKI/AAAAAAAABoY/yJHS2z5IUYc/s400/6930_263854225452_795840452_8889941_1125495_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197877653540626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwQ8A66DxI/AAAAAAAABoQ/PVk_yCHKz-k/s400/6930_263854215452_795840452_8889940_8360665_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197872713276706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwQ7uhDnSI/AAAAAAAABoI/UU3Qc0H6VNk/s400/6930_263854205452_795840452_8889939_1966581_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197865689680946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwQ7UWgDDI/AAAAAAAABoA/aAXz6N1IqvM/s400/6930_263854195452_795840452_8889938_6404362_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197858761821970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwQ66ixTxI/AAAAAAAABn4/ADGjIJ1WSDI/s400/6930_263854170452_795840452_8889936_3928962_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I should probably make a sign that says 1 month and put Titus beside it so I can follow along with his growth...but, alas, I forgot. So, tomorrow we're going to lunch with friends so, I'll take a picture of him a day after his 1 month birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are looking up around here. Titus is still eating every 2 to 3 hours. If I'm lucky, he'll go four. The only time he's really done that is in the evening time. Unfortunately, not the night. I have to remember he's only 4 weeks old and sleeping through the night will come. Luckily, I haven't felt too terribly exhausted. You'd think I'd try to clean our house or something. Luckily, I always keep the kitchen cleaned and the laundry done. :) Maybe I'll get it done this weekend while Peter is home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus has started smiling and laughing. Of course this happened for the first time on Monday night with Peter. I have to say I was a bit jealous, however, I was lucky to be sitting right beside him when this happened. He laughed twice. It was unreal! Both of us just looked at each other in awe of what had just happened. Since then, he has consistently smiled at Peter and I. It is the most heart melting thing on the planet! I did tear up the first time he did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus is a strong little boy. The first time I put him on his tummy time mat, he rolled over. I was confused, but in awe. So, I put him back and he did it again!! He hasn't done it again since. But, I still can't believe he did that at 3 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still spitting up quite a bit. He goes through several outfits ag day, resulting in a load of laundry a day for him. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is still making his goat noises. I think it's because he has a bunch of junk in his throat so he's constantly trying to clear it....as best as a newborn knows how. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, he weighed a whopping 10 lbs 9 oz. I'm sure he's surpassed 11 pounds now. I carried him in the baby bjorn last night on our walk, and I was hurting when we got home. Hhaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still rocking the mohawk. His roots are blonde, so who knows. His eyes still have a blue/gray tint to them. We'll see what they'll turn out to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's starting to coo and talk alot! I love it. He does it at 7 in the morning and it's hard not to wake right up! He loves to get up at that time, but somehow I manage to get him back to sleep for about an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't really like to ride in the car unless we're moving. Otherwise he gets mad. It's kind of funny. If he's awake and I have to stop at a red light or stop sign, crying ensues. I have to tell him to hold on buddy and then he finally falls asleep. Same with his stroller. He'd rather be moving. I can stick the pacifier in his mouth and he's just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves his changing table! He'll sit there forever and stare. Speaking of staring, he'll make eye contact with us now without crossing his eyes. His dad calls that "eyecrosserosis." It's funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still sleeping in his pack and play in our bedroom. I hope to move him to his room at 6 weeks. However, he loves his pack and play because it plays music and vibrates. It's nice and soothing. It will be a change to have to listen to the monitor and get up and go feed him. Lord help me. His rocker is currently in the living room. Luckily it's orange so It semi matches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some fun pictures of him. His newborn pics were taken by my friend Rachel at &lt;a href="http://www.racheldebellphotography.com/"&gt;Rachel Debell Photography.&lt;/a&gt; These are only a few. I'll see more later. Can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the pics are taking with the Iphone. Unfortunatley, it's normally the only thing around when I need to take a pic!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3244096423930477385?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3244096423930477385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3244096423930477385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3244096423930477385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3244096423930477385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-month.html' title='1 MONTH'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrwTd6D9unI/AAAAAAAABpg/skgSHMooxuQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8664094275299691730</id><published>2009-09-21T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:02:08.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No WORDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrfNqDUFp-I/AAAAAAAABnw/bhkbgeR_oVk/s1600-h/6930_263854180452_795840452_8889937_5638044_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383998001872480226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrfNqDUFp-I/AAAAAAAABnw/bhkbgeR_oVk/s400/6930_263854180452_795840452_8889937_5638044_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrfNbYKQLWI/AAAAAAAABno/qEG8yxJlcaY/s1600-h/6930_263854180452_795840452_8889937_5638044_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-8664094275299691730?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/8664094275299691730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=8664094275299691730' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8664094275299691730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8664094275299691730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-words.html' title='No WORDS.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrfNqDUFp-I/AAAAAAAABnw/bhkbgeR_oVk/s72-c/6930_263854180452_795840452_8889937_5638044_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-49439345605376358</id><published>2009-09-17T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:26:30.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrJ_H4L1MvI/AAAAAAAABng/3XBPmemIaBU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382504277978985202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrJ_H4L1MvI/AAAAAAAABng/3XBPmemIaBU/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my love's 30th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, it hasn't been the best of days...and it's only 1:00pm. My transmission went out and apparently it's going to cost $3600. Ladies and gentleman, that's alot of money..on top of hospital bills. But, JESUS is better than worrying about all of this. He will provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm going to post 30 reason why I love Peter Eugene Abrigg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He loves Jesus more than he loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is an extremely hard worker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He is one of the most handy men I have ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is one of the most CREATIVE men I have ever met. His design aspect is 100 times better than many women I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He gave me Titus Garrett Abrigg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Watching him be a father has melted my heart more than I ever thought it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He is an amazing encourager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He works hard so that I can stay home and raise our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He has an unbelievable smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. His curly hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The fact that our baby looks JUST LIKE HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. His joy for football season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. His desire to mentor and walk alongside men who are hurting and going through rough times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. His commitment to The Recovery Ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. His insatiable thirst for the word...wish this rubbed off on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. His love for rap music. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. The way he hugs me after a long day of work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. That he loves everything I cook. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. That he'll watch Project Runway, Design Star, and America's Next Top Model with me without grumbling...he actually secretly enjoys it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. His desire to keep us out of debt and his faithfulness to keep us on a budget. :) I need this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. His Aveda hair smell. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. His bow legs. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. His need to do a project every waking hour he's home on the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. His love for this friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. His love for his dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. His love for his son. I can't wait till Titus gets older so that I can see their dynamic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. His love for soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. His pickiness for clothes and shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. That he loves me in spite of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. That he's Peter. :) Happy Birthday my love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-49439345605376358?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/49439345605376358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=49439345605376358' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/49439345605376358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/49439345605376358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/09/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SrJ_H4L1MvI/AAAAAAAABng/3XBPmemIaBU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-5481945612016424696</id><published>2009-09-11T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:56:03.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks and 4 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SqqOCiv6wUI/AAAAAAAABnY/cjJAmQqQPQA/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380268879186149698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SqqOCiv6wUI/AAAAAAAABnY/cjJAmQqQPQA/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Motion. But, I love footie pajamas. This is from Target and I especially love the owls!! He LOVES to be on his changing table!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SqqOCe_FwxI/AAAAAAAABnQ/7rJuw4s5Y48/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380268878176043794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SqqOCe_FwxI/AAAAAAAABnQ/7rJuw4s5Y48/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titus and his best friend Charlie. Luckily, Charlie has been a dream. She gets up to check on me in the night and I just tell her I love her and to go back to bed. Sometimes she'd rather get in our bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SqqOB8O6xOI/AAAAAAAABnI/MteUUj9POig/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380268868847191266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SqqOB8O6xOI/AAAAAAAABnI/MteUUj9POig/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My FAVORITE picture so far. Rachel made this onesie.  If only his eyes were open. She took newborn pics on Sunday and I can't wait to see them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have every intention of posting every week so that I can remember this sweet time with Titus. But, I'd rather read everyone else's blog than post on mine. What is wrong with me?!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going fairly well around these parts! Days are pretty good. I've been home alone since Tuesday. Mom left last Thursday, that was tragic, and Peter was home Friday-Monday. It was WONDERFUL having him here right next to my side. We joke about me being codependent. He said he loved it...for the time being. :) So, since Tuesday, the days have been pretty good! The nights on the other hand, vary. For instance, he went 3 nights in a row feeding every 3 hours and going right back to sleep in his pack and play. However, the last 2, he has decided he wants to be awake for an hour and half in the middle of the day. I held him alot yesterday and I think that was the problem. He sleeps like a rock laying on me..of course. So, today, we're trying something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back track, the weekend was wonderful. My sister came over Friday night and held T for hours. Saturday, Peter and I slept in until 10..geez, and then ventured out to Grandy's and Target for the first time. I put Titus in my sling and off we went. He grunts and makes goat noises alot, so it's kinda embarrassing, but he did wonderful. He has some lungs on him, so he can go from happy to screaming in half a second. Peter and I laugh about it now, but it was pretty stressful at first. I realize that's just how he communicates. :) Sunday, Peter decided to stain the back porch. He needed to be outside and doing a project. :) Sunday, football all day. Monday we ventured out again to several places. It was so dadgum hot outside, but we managed to stay out for 4 hours. It was great to be out of the house and living a semi social life with the outside world. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Tuesday came around! We stayed in all day, but Wednesday we went to Target again. :) It was my first time out with him by myself. I needed to find a dress for the wedding we are going to on Saturday. That will be our first time out. My sister and her husband are the babysitters for the night. Hopefully, he'll take a bottle today so that we can leave! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the doctor today for my check up. I wasn't supposed to drive until today, however, I broke those rules on Wednesday. :) I woke up at 7:15am to it pouring down rain outside. I had to some how get us all ready, and him fed and out the door by 8. I managed, but he only ate half of his breakfast. So, he screamed at every time the car came to a stop. But, I just prayed he'd calm down and we'd make it to the doctor on time. Of course, we get there, and he's a ham in the waiting room. I brought a bottle, but he wasn't interested. I get in the room and the nurse tells me my doctor is delivering a baby. I knew I took him away from all his patients on Titus' birthday, so I didn't mind. Plus, I needed to feed him. Perfect...privacy and all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus weighed 9 lbs 8 oz on Tuesday, and at the rate he's going, I feel quite sure he's 10 lbs now. Lord help me! :) He's such a sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I love about him already:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His goat noises and his grunting. (He's such a boy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His mohawk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His huge lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His gorgeous dark blue eyes. Who knows if this will last.&lt;br /&gt;-His hands and feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His scream...I know this is ridiculous, but I think it's funny how impatient he gets. This sometimes results in him sucking the LIFE out of me...literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The way he stares at his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-How me singing "Boom Boom Pow" calmed him down immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that scare me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His spitting up, or shall I saw projectile vomiting. Poor little fellow has some tummy issues. But, I knew this would happen, because Peter and I both had bad tummy issues too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His need to stay up in the middle of the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Buddy is my new normal. It used to be Charlie. I try to give her all the attention she needs. She's such a sweet big sister. I am falling more in love with his little personality every day. I felt like I was in survival mode for the first two weeks and didn't really enjoy him as much as I would have liked. It's getting better and better each day. 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Wow. I just can't believe it. Currently my mom is playing "merry maid/mom." She's doing a great job. As a matter of fact, she slept with me last night because Peter needed to go to work today. Originally I wasn't supposed to go home till today. Yes, that traumatic of an experience. :) She's currently changing his diaper, however, I'm sure she'd rather take a nap. Now both my par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus is everything I could have ever imagined! The dark curly hair sends me over the edge! His cheeks are huge and kissable and boy is his mouth huge. He's changed so much in the last few days and looks more and more like his dad every day. Praise the Lord for that. :) Even down to the olive skin. He has a bit of jaundice, however the doctor's and nurses said that almost all breast fed babies are a bit jaundice. He has to go to the hospital in the morning to get weighed and and get a bilirubin check as well. He weighed 8lbs 4oz at birth and of yesterday morning was down to 7lbs 12oz. That's 7% of his body weight. No, I didn't calculate that number, they did. :) I'm not the math expert these days, especially with all the narcotics I've been on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Sunday was everything we expected it to be. Very relaxed. We knew we had to be at the hospital between 9 and 10 to check in and start the "ripening" process. I didn't get cervadil, I got some pill that dissolves. It starts with a C though. :) They gave me one at 10pm and another one at 2am. We got in the room, unpacked our bags. I got in my polka dot hospital gown and laid in bed. YES, I brought my own hospital gown. :) I'll show pics when I get them downloaded. Peter set up his "chair bed" and we were ready go to. 10pm-2am was pretty uneventful. The only thing that really bothered me was that I couldn't go to sleep and the tape for my IV was pulling on my arm hairs! I had the nurse move it once. Then, the nurse came in and gave me the second pill. Luckily, I hadn't progressed any. Still at a 1 and 70% effaced. Seriously I thought? I then talked myself into trying to go to sleep! Yea right. Contractions started about 2:30am.  I thought, I can handle this. I kept having to get up and go to the bathroom. I had to unplug the monitor and drag the cords with me.  I wouldn't miss the peeing every 5 minutes I thought.  The contractions started getting worse. I felt better standing up and walking around. I decide I should wake Peter up around 3:30am. I gently tapped him and said, I think it's time you hold my hand. Hahaha. He jumped up. It was hilarious. He threw on his jeans, put on his hat, folded up his bed...etc. I was like, where are you going? We're going to be here a while and I'm sure you'll get to go back to sleep when I get my epidural.  Moving on...the nurse came in and by that point the contractions were every 3 to 6 minutes. Some closer together than others. But, very sporadic.  I enjoyed sitting on the ball. 5:30am rolled around and they were every 1 to 2 to 3 minutes.  I was concerned about waiting until 7 or 7:30am for my doctor to break my water.  The nurse kept telling me she could give me Demerol, but that I'd have to have Phinegran to go with it because it could cause some major nausea. I was very against the Phinegran because I know it makes me go to sleep immediately.  I didn't want to miss anything and feel drunk all day!!! I'm glad I waited.  The nurse came back in at 6 and said Dr. Wai told me I could go ahead and get the epidural since they were so close together and he was about to break my water and he knew they'd be right on top of each other. I was totally okay with this. I head to the bathroom one more time and come out to find the Anesthesiologist.  His name was Dr. Needleman. I kid you not. I wanted to make some jokes, but I was having contractions the whole time he was putting it in, so I had to focus on breathing. I felt the needle but it wasn't so bad.  I was looking forward to it working.  All of a sudden, it worked and I felt SO claustrophobic! I thought I'd enjoy feeling no pain, however, I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that I couldn't move my legs. It was a weird feeling. However, I felt no pain. An hour and half went by and Dr. Wai said he was going to break my water to see what would happen.  He would wait on the Pitocin.  The nurse checked me an hour later and I was only at a 2.  Immediately after he broke my water I started feeling contractions in my left side. I was confused. They kept getting worse! They gave me Pitocin and then I felt them all the way in my lower abdomen! OUCH!!! I thought, what the heck! Dr. Wai came back in along with the new Anesthesiologist and they decided that I definitely needed to have my epidural redone.  Before they did that they went ahead and gave me Demerol and Phinegran. So, I was drunk as a skunk when they gave me the second epidural. He told me to hold out and that it would start working.  Well, it completely numbed my left leg but I could feel my right leg and right abdomen area. I was still feeling the contractions majorly! At this point I made it to a 4 and then a 6.  Then, due to contractions in my low back and in front every 1 minute, they said the only option was to re do it again. Peter told me I asked the Dr. if I was going to have to pay for the 3 that didn't work. hhaaaa.  Well, low and behold, that one didn't work either. Apparently, the space where the epidural goes in was so small that it wouldn't spread anywhere but my legs. Well, I had made it to a 7 and half, or a tight 8 as my Dr. would call it. He told me during a contraction that he could feel Titus' head coming down but that it would go right back up. So, I stayed there for about 2 hours....by this point I was crying. It hurt so bad and I was so sleepy that I just couldn't get ahold of myself. I punched that nurse's button to many times to count. My nurse ended up being from ACU, we figured out later, but wasn't the most comforting. She was sweet, but I think she was REALLY overwhelmed by the fact that none of my epi's didn't work!  So, Peter was trying to comfort me and I was telling him at that point that I couldn't do it anymore and to do something. I had remained calm until then but could not get a hold of my crying. On top of that I was shivering harder than I've ever shivered in my life. Partly because of the epidurals and I had a 101 fever. This was a problem! They didn't want the baby to have a fever. We asked the nurse to call Dr. Wai and she said he'd be there in an hour. Peter very sternly said, she cannot wait an hour. So, Dr. Wai basically skipped the rest of his patients and ran right over. The next thing I remember is the nurse and Dr. Wai telling me it was time to do a C-Section. I was relieved, and Peter was freaked out!  Dr. Fox gave me the max epidural that he could give me and said if I could feel anything then they would have to put me to sleep, trach and all! Peter wouldn't get to be in the operating room and I wouldn't see Titus until I woke up! I was so nervous that would happen so I cried more.  All of a sudden I felt nothing else. They say they RARELY give that much epidural because if you deliver the baby you can't push or sit up.  I was feeling better than I had felt all day. We all waited for about 20 minutes before the operating room opened.  Peter, Dr. Wai, Dr. Fox, my nurse, my mom, who was crying, my dad and my sis and Peter's parents all came in.  Oh and Rachel from Rachel Debell Photography was ready to photograph the birth. So, she gave me some pics of me in pain. I need to ask her for those so I can remember. :) Peter put on his scrubs and basically sat in this chair and didn't move. I kept asking him if he was okay, but I knew he wasn't. He was scared half to death that I was getting cut open!!! So, they wheel me in and make him wait outside to see if my epi was working. I remember then moving me over and putting the sheet up. I remember Dr. Fox covering me up with blankets and standing by my head ready to administer drugs if I felt anything. Dr. Wai took the tools and started squeezing my belly. Praise the Lord I felt nothing!! The next thing I know, Peter was by my head and I was being cut open.  The next thing I remember was a feeling like someone was standing on top of my ribs and pushing as hard as they could! I felt it all! They say you're supposed to feel that sensation, but Titus' head was stuck in the birth canal and the rest of his body was basically under my rib cage. NO WONDER I couldn't'  breathe. :) I start yelling that I couldn't take it anymore and asking how much longer. They were all encouraging me to hang in there because they wanted me to see Titus before they knocked me out!! Finally, out he came screaming! I cried and Peter stood up.  He went over to take pictures and I could start feeling the drugs try to knock me into a deep sleep! They brought him over to my head and I looked and then they tell me they have to take him to the NICU because he was grunting. He had to much stress from labor and the delivery that he needed to calm down before transferring to the nursery. The next thing I know I'm awake in recovery. They had knocked me out because I felt way to much!! But, it was worth it not to have a trach down my throat and to get to hear sweet Titus cry!! The look on Peter's face was priceless. Luckily he brought a camera into the room! I was feeling pretty good in recovery but had to stay in there for an hour to come off the meds.  They cleaned me up and wheeled me down the hall, past the waiting room to my regular room. It felt surreal because I hadn't really seen Titus yet. So, I was going to my room without him. Praise the Lord he followed shortly after and was able to come to me!!! I held him for the first time and saw those huge lips, dark hair and olive skin! It was breath taking! After all that work and hurt, I was finally holding him. All 8 lbs 4 oz. of him! I knew he'd be pretty big....&lt;br /&gt;The next few hours were so special getting to watch Peter hold him and then me getting to feed him.  I stayed in the hospital until Thursday. So, I was there from Sunday evening to Thursday afternoon.  I was feeling pretty drunk the first few days, and then the real pain started kicking in. Luckily I had around the clock pain meds. I was feeling pretty bad until about Saturday morning and then I felt like a new woman come Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some special time at home. Praise the Lord my mom has been here to keep me company during the days and nights. Titus left the hospital with jaundice and was down to 7lbs and 11 oz.  We had to go back up to the hospital on Saturday morning to do a bilirubin check and weigh him. I worked really hard to get him to feed and to gain weight. Luckily he was back up to 8 lbs! Praise the Lord! His jaundice was down tremendously and we were home free.&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went to the doctor for his first follow up and he was 8 lbs 8 oz. Apparently I have half and half. We go back on Thursday for his 2 week appointment and I guarantee he'll be 9 lbs. He's such a good eater.&lt;br /&gt;We've had some rough nights! No one prepared me for the whole "milk coming in" process. I was MISERABLE! And, no one prepared me for the crying bits.  Basically every time I look at Peter I get this overwhelming sensation to just want to squeeze and hold him and cry. It's hilarious and awful at the same time. He feels helpless. :) I know people tell you about the crazy love you have for your child, but no one prepared me for the love I'd feel for Peter after Titus was born.  I miss him terribly while he's at work and wish  he could be here all weekend with us! I'm overwhelmed by the Lord's mercy and grace for this birth story and I couldn't ask for a more precious baby. I'm learning what I can and can't eat so he won't hurt. It's hard and rewarding all at the same time.  Last night we had a great night, but mom helped out alot.  He slept in his crib for the first time and my mom brought him too me.  I'll turn on the monitor Thursday night when she leaves and probably be sad and overwhelmed that I'm not going to have slumber parties with her and Titus anymore. Luckily, I'm used to feeding him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here's more pictures for you to enjoy!!!!! Thanks for all the sweet notes, texts and phone calls. Everyone is drunk with love for Titus around here and falling more in love with Jesus because of His miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7213786796139426107?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7213786796139426107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7213786796139426107' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7213786796139426107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7213786796139426107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/08/titus-birth-storybrace-yourself.html' title='Titus&apos; Birth Story...BRACE yourself.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-2073803571291894307</id><published>2009-08-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:12:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus Garrett Abrigg is HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPyHatoQI/AAAAAAAABmE/4sEk6QdmFXQ/s1600-h/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374007977762988290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPyHatoQI/AAAAAAAABmE/4sEk6QdmFXQ/s400/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long night, and an even longer day, Mr. Titus Garrett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abrigg&lt;/span&gt; entered the world! Needless to say, he is beautiful! He seems to have his Mommy's pretty lips and his Daddy's dark curly hair. ...And, he is already the most cuddly little love! Thankfully, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abrigg&lt;/span&gt; Family is doing wonderfully and are enjoying life with a new little one! Obviously, the proud grandparents seem over-the-moon in love already!!!... Here are some pictures to appease you for now...but, stay tuned for Molly's amazing birth story and hilarious takes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mommyhood&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRN7WN_CI/AAAAAAAABms/DjDM0o426BE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374009555070876706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRN7WN_CI/AAAAAAAABms/DjDM0o426BE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPxbKX1PI/AAAAAAAABl8/l55L5elrEPc/s1600-h/Copy+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRMHPqImI/AAAAAAAABmU/QtqSPgpiFBM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374009523904848482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRMHPqImI/AAAAAAAABmU/QtqSPgpiFBM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRR4OCy_8I/AAAAAAAABm0/K6QCwzm-h6g/s1600-h/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374010281644195778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRR4OCy_8I/AAAAAAAABm0/K6QCwzm-h6g/s400/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPwyOAfgI/AAAAAAAABl0/Vjkktoj6FTE/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374007954892684802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPwyOAfgI/AAAAAAAABl0/Vjkktoj6FTE/s400/Copy+(2)+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPwLzQM_I/AAAAAAAABls/dfPro0_z264/s1600-h/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374007944579920882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPwLzQM_I/AAAAAAAABls/dfPro0_z264/s400/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRNVJpvhI/AAAAAAAABmk/jYA1wV_Rw18/s1600-h/Copy+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374009544817622546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRNVJpvhI/AAAAAAAABmk/jYA1wV_Rw18/s400/Copy+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRM-f3JKI/AAAAAAAABmc/ZVGiZjmxHmA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374009538736759970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRRM-f3JKI/AAAAAAAABmc/ZVGiZjmxHmA/s400/Copy+of+Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Titus Garrett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abrigg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;August 24, 2009 * 5:15 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 lbs. 4 oz. * 20.5 in. long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All your children will be taught by the Lord, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they will have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;unlimited peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 54:13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-2073803571291894307?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/2073803571291894307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=2073803571291894307' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2073803571291894307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2073803571291894307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/08/titus-garrett-abrigg-is-here.html' title='Titus Garrett Abrigg is HERE!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SpRPyHatoQI/AAAAAAAABmE/4sEk6QdmFXQ/s72-c/Baby+Titus+Garrett+Abrigg+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-9147537651863963222</id><published>2009-08-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:26:52.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 24th!</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the Dr. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to have a serious talk about how big this baby is? I'm still a bit confused, because for all I know the baby could be just around 7 pounds.  Last Friday's sono said he was 7.5 pounds.  So, if he's grown like he's supposed to then he's already 8 as of yesterday.  So, we spoke about inducing. I do not want to induce, however, I'm a bit scared to have a 9lb baby.  I know the Lord created my body for this and it will work no matter how it happens. However, if I have a choice, I'd love to go into labor on my own instead of inducing or a c-section.  So, on that note, we set a date for August 24th to induce, however, I'm praying hard that Titus decides to come on his own before then.  August 25th was my 'original' due date in the beginning. So, he was confident that he's going to be more than ready by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I done? Yesterday I went to Target, and then went up to my sister's classroom and "nested" for 4 hours! I was an organizing maniac! I have NEVER seen so many school supplies in my life. I didn't know how much I missed them. :) I told her I'd come back up and finish this week if Titus allows.  When Peter got home we headed on a date to Sweet Basil so I could get some Spicy Thai food, followed by Yogurtville. We enjoy Yogurland and Yogurtville. I swear the same people own both. After that, we went to Willow Bend mall to browse and walk, walk, walk.  We were both exhausted after that and ended going to sleep at 9:30 last night! I of course woke up at 7 ready to go, but Peter has been at work by 6 every morning this week! So, I let him sleep till 8:30am.  In the meantime, I made my grocery list, with none other than, Sharpies. :) I don't know what has gotten in to me, but I am obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;When Peter woke up, we went to the bank, to Einstein's Bagels, Costco, Sprouts, and Wal-mart. We were both beat. So, what is Peter doing right now, napping. I tried..but to no avail. My brain won't shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the news on the Titus front.  I'll keep everyone updated! Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-9147537651863963222?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/9147537651863963222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=9147537651863963222' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/9147537651863963222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/9147537651863963222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-24th.html' title='August 24th!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6925551180182387107</id><published>2009-08-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:30:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SoNqnTqLG0I/AAAAAAAABlc/EpKqrxrpYrg/s1600-h/37.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369252404280367938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SoNqnTqLG0I/AAAAAAAABlc/EpKqrxrpYrg/s400/37.5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously people. Can I get any bigger?? Sorry for the no make-up and the air dried hair.... I thought that 2 weeks ago and I succeeded. Whew!!!!! I'm sitting here listening to Peter watch Telemundo because USA vs. Mexico is on.  It's about to send me over the edge. I kindly asked them to put it on mute. :) He says he can figure out what they are saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much this week at all.   Monday, nothing. Well, I take that back, I did color with Sharpies and cook dinner. Tuesday, hung out at my sister's all day and played Mario 3 on their Wii.  The maid came.  PRAISE HIS NAME. So, our goal is to keep it spotless before Titus comes. If I don't do anything, then it stays clean.  I did get after the doors with paint yesterday.  Don't worry it didn't smell. They were just dingy and I wanted them to look sparkly. :)&lt;br /&gt;I made dinner for my sweet friend's The Baker's as well. Natasha had Jacob on Saturday. 9lbs people and NO C-SECTION! If you've seen her, you'd know this is amazing. Although, she did fracture her tailbone. EEEK. So, she's been in more pain than normal.  We've walked through this pregnancy together, have the same Dr. and giving birth at the same hospital. It all made it very real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having no symptoms thus far. Just getting up to pee 7 times a night. That's super annoying. I feel like he's doing a hand stand on my bladder every hour! It's terribly painful and it's like heaven once I sit on the toilet. :) Sorry for image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is ready on this front! Although, I haven't really packed my bags. I should probably do that. Most of the stuff I'm taking is in a pile, just not in a bag or suitcase.  I feel like it will make it all to real if I bust that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not much else to say.....going to the Dr. on Friday for my 38 week check up.  We'll see what he says. If I've made it to the next Friday, he'll do another sono to see how big he is and probably induce. I don't want to induce. I just want to go into labor on my own. However, Natasha is a rock star and waited to get her epidural till she was a 6. I can only hope to be as brave as her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6925551180182387107?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6925551180182387107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6925551180182387107' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6925551180182387107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6925551180182387107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/08/375.html' title='37.5'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SoNqnTqLG0I/AAAAAAAABlc/EpKqrxrpYrg/s72-c/37.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6306791465401382888</id><published>2009-08-07T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:36:10.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE T UPDATE AND NURSERY PICS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay well, I'll start off in the hallway on the way to Titus' room. I had this old shelf I bought at Target about 7 years ago and decided to paint it and put fabric on the backing to make it MUCH more stylish. I just threw some stuff on there last night, so that's probably not what it will look like. Please excuse the dust on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299359570781762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6VJJl5kI/AAAAAAAABlM/Kkz-PxRK8j0/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6VSAsDrI/AAAAAAAABlU/AqaYfZ09ZK0/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299361949355698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6VSAsDrI/AAAAAAAABlU/AqaYfZ09ZK0/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the fabric here. It's got the iced blue outlining each one of the little shapes. Isn't it lovely. Apparently I didn't paint the under side of the shelves. Who is going to look up there anyways!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6UpOvWWI/AAAAAAAABlE/J2qamPy7D7A/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299351002437986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6UpOvWWI/AAAAAAAABlE/J2qamPy7D7A/s400/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the pack and play. It's currently hanging out in the dining room. We just got the carpets cleaned yesterday, so it's just another decoration. I really wanted this orange and brown polka dotted one, but they ran out at babies r us, so my mom bought me this cute one at wal-mart. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6UYXqQxI/AAAAAAAABk8/6j0q8gWyE0c/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299346476450578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6UYXqQxI/AAAAAAAABk8/6j0q8gWyE0c/s400/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also bought the travel system stroller and carseat. I love it! It's so preppy!! Thanks mom! Titus WILL be stylish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6FMqMBVI/AAAAAAAABkw/xJD-7KFStG0/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299085634897234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6FMqMBVI/AAAAAAAABkw/xJD-7KFStG0/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the carseat with toys already attached. :) We haven't installed it yet, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIS ROOM! THESE are in SUCH RANDOM ORDER! I should have done a slideshow but I'm not patient! Brittney, will you help me make my blogger cooler! HELLO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you'll first see inside his changing table drawers. Here's some blankets. On your right you will see Muslin wraps. I'm really excited about using them. Below there you'll see bibs and another changing pad, and some clothes and shoes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299078570027810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6EyVyqyI/AAAAAAAABkk/UTaBzsiMdKs/s400/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6ESQ7B_I/AAAAAAAABkY/FGnf1lEFs6Y/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299069959669746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6ESQ7B_I/AAAAAAAABkY/FGnf1lEFs6Y/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6DvsKhwI/AAAAAAAABkM/p5UAo-tPeKU/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299060678690562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6DvsKhwI/AAAAAAAABkM/p5UAo-tPeKU/s400/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the armoir. My sister gave me this piece because it didn't quite go in her house. It goes perfect in Titus' room. It's a bit cramped, but I needed the drawer space. Apparently I should start learning to read again. I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6DSHSFuI/AAAAAAAABkE/Gkww-c1MwWU/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367299052739368674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6DSHSFuI/AAAAAAAABkE/Gkww-c1MwWU/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's his closet. The door is in the garage. It has to be painted and shaved down before we put it back on. I got the orange and green crates at Wal-mart for $2.50 a piece! They will come in handy! Right now they are empty. ;) I hung up several things and then kept several things in the drawers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5PyyixaI/AAAAAAAABj8/oYYQNt8nFXQ/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367298168157554082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5PyyixaI/AAAAAAAABj8/oYYQNt8nFXQ/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This quilt was made with love by Peter's mom. It's an old timey cowboy print. I love it!! She' an amazing quilter!!! She always puts a square naming it and saying who it is from. She named it the "Rockin' T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5PqatwII/AAAAAAAABj0/NNt_r-vxIjc/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367298165910126722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5PqatwII/AAAAAAAABj0/NNt_r-vxIjc/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another close up of the quilt! :) She calls them Nana quilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367298158207547986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5PNuRulI/AAAAAAAABjs/ipFVm_8_fTk/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367298151899898034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5O2OaoLI/AAAAAAAABjk/TPuCK3_pl-0/s400/039.JPG" /&gt; My boppy cover! I LOVE IT! Thanks to Rachel and Etsy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5OgQT45I/AAAAAAAABjc/HiXYxeIlWxw/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367298146002264978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx5OgQT45I/AAAAAAAABjc/HiXYxeIlWxw/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are his letters made by Linde! I posted about here a few days ago! She specializes in kid's rooms, however, she did some work in our other house! She's fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4zRDuo3I/AAAAAAAABjU/sBQu1MYtsqA/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297678066492274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4zRDuo3I/AAAAAAAABjU/sBQu1MYtsqA/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titus! I love the sound of that!! You can see we painted the walls a slate gray color. It took us about 4 times to get here. We ended up using the SAME color as our bathroom at the old house. I don't know why it took so many times to figure that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4yxoAiWI/AAAAAAAABjM/cSOl7jUnz_E/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297669628725602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4yxoAiWI/AAAAAAAABjM/cSOl7jUnz_E/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of his orange chair that rocks! IT is SOOO comfortable. The ottoman rocks as well!! Thanks to Sarah for the polkadot blanket and TJMaxx home goods for the night stand. It matched perfectly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you'll see the hanging colorful balls! We got those at World Market! You can put lights in them, but I got nervous, so we just left them out! :) They are one of my favorite parts of the room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297668871684338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4yuzhAPI/AAAAAAAABjE/odeyz6xhfNA/s400/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4yIBmJ4I/AAAAAAAABi8/BWbh41f6XtA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297658461759362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4yIBmJ4I/AAAAAAAABi8/BWbh41f6XtA/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside his cribs you'll see Bumpkins on the far left. The baby rabbit. This was Peter's when he was a baby. This was the ONLY thing that would put him to sleep at night. You would have to rub Bumpkins ears on Peter's face. So, his mom gave us a new HUGE bumpkins and we found the old one in Peter's stuff in the attic. There's also an OWL lovie thanks to Kallie and a precious puppy dog from Katie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our inspirations for the room. I found this bedding pretty quick after we found out. It's a pretty modern DWELL STUDIO Transportation theme. I loved the simplicity of it. We didn't really want a theme, but they have kid's bedding for this, so I was going with cost effective here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297284200134450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4cVyq9zI/AAAAAAAABis/dcKi52DiroY/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;YOu can see the modern octagon print on the sheet and comforter and different boxes with color and a different form of transportation.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4x1WBVgI/AAAAAAAABi0/b0q0zB5pLUA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297653447153154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4x1WBVgI/AAAAAAAABi0/b0q0zB5pLUA/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a view when you walk into the room. Peter worked so hard on the floor! The rug is from Target. It adds a bit more color to the room. I was glad for the Navy so I could get some black out curtains. Thank you Walmart for the curtains and Target for the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297258560259010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4a2Rpg8I/AAAAAAAABiM/5zNKvUIs0Ig/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4b2rj1_I/AAAAAAAABik/Y84BQ354h_4/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297275848808434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4b2rj1_I/AAAAAAAABik/Y84BQ354h_4/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up of the Peter made floor! I LOVE IT! It's a distressed white look. Reminds me of Anthropologie's floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4bSlfntI/AAAAAAAABic/0FZ5zT-02C4/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297266159689426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4bSlfntI/AAAAAAAABic/0FZ5zT-02C4/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie LOVES the rug and Titus' room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4bU8QU3I/AAAAAAAABiU/CW8yUSQivh4/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297266792026994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx4bU8QU3I/AAAAAAAABiU/CW8yUSQivh4/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the changing table area. I accidentally cut of the 4 mirrors. Thank you Walmart and $5 a piece!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess that's it!! This took forever by the way. Some day I'll figure out how to maket his faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a sonogram this morning! FINALLY! I haven't seen this sweet boy since 19 weeks!! He's "measuring" 7lbs 4 oz right now. The lady said that's give or take half a pound. I'm hoping for the lighter end, because if he keeps growing! DEAR ME OH MY! The doctor warned me we may have a big baby. I'm 1/2 centimeter dialated and 50% effaced and my due date from sono comes out to be August 22nd. He STILL won't change my due date. So, I'm just going to accept that he may be here by then or he may not. I am progressing though!!!! I'm going to start walking this kid out!! He's cramped up in a ball on my right side. In the sono he was holding his feet with his hands! That's about the only thing I recognized! :) Everything looks perfect so far, praise JESUS!!!! So, I'm just praying for a "V" birth and no C Section. However, if I do have a 9 lb baby, I may opt for a C section. :) Just saying. He gave me the "you're small and the baby is big" speech. Thanks DOC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my mom is here this weekend and we just finished off Cheesecake factory. I had the yummy Santa Fe salad and we all split Strawberry Shortcake. I'm currently in a food coma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hope you enjoy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6306791465401382888?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6306791465401382888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6306791465401382888' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6306791465401382888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6306791465401382888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-t-update-and-nursery-pics.html' title='LITTLE T UPDATE AND NURSERY PICS!!!!!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Snx6VJJl5kI/AAAAAAAABlM/Kkz-PxRK8j0/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-5256580690289540622</id><published>2009-07-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:59:19.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SnBwAFEzNPI/AAAAAAAABiE/c_fh3nfR_Jw/s1600-h/Molly%27s+Shower,+Catamaran,+etc_+024_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910302862882034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SnBwAFEzNPI/AAAAAAAABiE/c_fh3nfR_Jw/s400/Molly%27s+Shower,+Catamaran,+etc_+024_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittney and I at my sweet High School girl's shower! It was at Celebration's! Yummy food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SnBv_-0YAUI/AAAAAAAABh8/nky40oMGPeQ/s1600-h/Molly%27s+Shower,+Catamaran,+etc_+015_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363910301183377730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SnBv_-0YAUI/AAAAAAAABh8/nky40oMGPeQ/s400/Molly%27s+Shower,+Catamaran,+etc_+015_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our tradition.  The pregnant belly is at the front at each girl's showers. One more left! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and gentleman...my belly is huge...along with my thighs, rear, legs, feet, arms, etc.  Hhaa, hope you're not distracted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titus's room is all finished, except for the amazing letters that&lt;a href="http://lindebrowningdesigns.com/"&gt; Linde &lt;/a&gt;made me. Click on the the link to view her website! She's amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of his laundry is done! One load is in the dryer now! I still have to put the mattress protector on the bed and then pack our bags. Whoa......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to go by fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll need one more major house clean before the big day. My sister and I did it together a few weeks ago and my feet were swollen the rest of the day. So, I've decided that I probably shouldn't do that again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started Twilight last night. Whoops. I read 100 pages and then my eyes started getting droopy. I told Peter to get used to the lamp being on for the next several weeks.  My mom bought me the first two books. So, maybe it will give me something to do while I'm feeding Titus in the middle of the night. I did dream about the characters last night. I have no idea why.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pics of Titus's room next week! :) Get excited! I LOVE it!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Memorial for Peter's cousin is Friday evening at the Arboretum. Apparently there are upwards of 1600 people going to be there.  I'm a little nervous about going....to be honest..36 weeks pregnant, emotions, etc. I don't remember the last time I went to a funeral. Ughghg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be praying for all the family. I know we're all eating dinner together tomorrow night and then hanging out again on Saturday. Should be a heavy, exhausting weekend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-5256580690289540622?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/5256580690289540622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=5256580690289540622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5256580690289540622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5256580690289540622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/07/35-weeks.html' title='35 weeks!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SnBwAFEzNPI/AAAAAAAABiE/c_fh3nfR_Jw/s72-c/Molly%27s+Shower,+Catamaran,+etc_+024_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-5490617262542308619</id><published>2009-07-24T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:01:07.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy heart..</title><content type='html'>We just learned at 7 am this morning that Peter's first cousin, Shannon, who was 39 passed away suddenly this week.  He was at  a conference in San Diego and went jogging and for some reason died instantly. Not sure quite yet if it was a heart attack or something involved with his brain.  He didn't show up for his conference and wasn't answering his phone, and then one thing led to another and he was found.  Shannon and his sweet wife Lindly have kids. Griffin who is 2 and half and Lily who just turned 1 on Saturday.  All the family was there to celebrate her 1st birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter took the day off from work and is currently napping...beside Charlie. :) There's no place that I'd rather him be right now.  We'll be heading over to his aunt's house this afternoon and it will be HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously in the most fragile state possible with a sweet boy on the way, so I was pretty hysterical this morning. I just spoke to her 2 days ago about meeting up next week to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have an exciting weekend with Miriam's bach/lingere party tonight and then I have my last baby shower tomorrow evening. There's alot of emotions swirling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor this morning....he says I'm still doing great and he sees me delivering before my due date. He will induce on me on my due date if I make it that far. He doesn't believe in going past....PRAISE HIS NAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pray for Peter's family as this weekend and week will be a rough, emotional one.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-5490617262542308619?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/5490617262542308619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=5490617262542308619' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5490617262542308619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5490617262542308619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavy-heart.html' title='heavy heart..'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6853172494269210027</id><published>2009-07-16T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:34:14.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Limeade</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm currently sitting on the couch next to my dog with a box fan in my face and a mango limeade right beside me. YUM. Everyone needs to try one. They are so refreshing! Of course go during happy hour and get it for a mere 80 something cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially 33 and half weeks. However, I am consistently measuring a week to week and a half ahead. Like I said in the beginning, I knew my due date was a week sooner. :) So, oddly enough, I am almost 9 months pregnant. Oh the myth of actually just being 9 months pregnant. Try 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus' room is coming along!!! We had a little mishap with the crib last week. We got all excited to put it together and it was missing 3 pieces AND was the wrong color. NICE.  Unfortunately, we bought it in Abilene. Scratch that, mom bought it in Abilene. Thanks mom. :) She took it back last week and they immediately gave us a new one! We put it together 2 nights ago and had a real live baby sleep in it last night! Our friends, the Lewis's have a 2 week old and a 1 and half year old and their AC went out last.  So, we moved the mattress down and the toddler slept perfectly in it all night long! Thanks for testing it out for us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought DREFT today, so I'll be washing his bedding tomorrow and then putting it on. Once we get our chair, which is another nightmare, then I'll start posting pictures of the room. I have some things to hang on the wall and buy. But, that's not quite on the priority list right now due to a broken down car. Let me tell you, when it rains it pours. We've been living the simple life this week in our fridge...but it's been fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th came and went. I saw 2 movies. The first two movies that I've seen since becoming pregnant. Unfortunately, I have a rib situation, so sitting in a theater is NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walking partner gave birth a few weeks ago, so I've been slacking.  Luckily I only tipped the scale two pounds last week.  My legs are always swollen. They currently feel like tree trunks. So, if I tell someone how much I've gained, they don't believe me.  A man thought I was going into labor at Walmart in the chip section today. I was rubbing my rib...it was killing me. I said don't worry, you can keep shopping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus continues to move like crazy.  I wonder if he will ever slow down.  I asked my doctor if it was a sign of the times to come. He just laughed at me.  We get to finally have another sonogram in about 3 weeks. That will be the end of my 36th week.  I'm assuming I probably won't see much, however, it will be nice to see him again since the last time was week 19!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a few art projects here in there, however, Peter is concerned about me and paint.  For some reason in the past couple of weeks, I've had this ridiculous urge to sniff paint. Weird, I know. I've not followed through with his so called, "craving," but I wouldn't put it past myself. :) hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not enjoying the heat, per say.  I don't go outside if I don't have too.  Last night Peter and I went walking for an hour at IKEA. Ahhaa..I need exercise, but refuse to walk outside, even at night right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I can stop rambling. Pictures of Titus' room coming soon and maybe a belly. Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;The belly is not the problem, it's all the other body parts that I'm most embarrassed about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6853172494269210027?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6853172494269210027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6853172494269210027' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6853172494269210027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6853172494269210027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/07/mango-limeade.html' title='Mango Limeade'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1737323687901554777</id><published>2009-06-30T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:31:27.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TICKER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SkpjdNs5EBI/AAAAAAAABh0/ujxmUodCu4U/s1600-h/31+week+belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353200460628561938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SkpjdNs5EBI/AAAAAAAABh0/ujxmUodCu4U/s400/31+week+belly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;strong&gt;31 WEEK BELLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I look at my ticker, I get overwhelmed...maybe that's why I'm having trouble updating my blog. :) What is wrong with me??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the doctor on Friday. Luckily, I didn't gain as much weight as the 4 weeks prior. 5 pounds this time. 5 pounds in 4 weeks..no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biggy&lt;/span&gt;. But, now I'm going every 2 weeks. Hopefully, I'll not gain much. I've hit the 30 pound mark. No, I'm not scared to post that on the blog. What can you do really? :) I just know I have 9 weeks or less left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to share a bit of an embarrassing story. Friday was my birthday. I went on my usual walk with my 38 week pregnant friend. Well, she's 39 now. We have the same path &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; and it takes an hour to get there and back to her house. She lives basically down the street. After that, I was feeling good! I showered, got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cutsied&lt;/span&gt; up, after all it was my birthday, and headed to the doctor. My belly is measuring 32 weeks this past Friday and I was at the end of my 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week. Ugh oh. :) Peter takes me to lunch to a fabulous Italian restaurant. I head home to rest for a bit. It's a million degrees outside. (On that note, it said on the news that in 1980, on my birthday it was 113 degrees! Luckily I was born at 7:44am. ) I lay around on the couch and decide to go blow my birthday money. I promise my mom I won't buy anything for Titus. :) I needed a dress to wear to the wedding I was singing in that night. Why did I agree to sing in a wedding on my birthday of someone I didn't know? I was getting paid. Don't judge me, all pennies count these days!! I venture out to the Shops at Highland Village and end up at Charming Charlie's. I spend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; an hour and half there and come out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of stuff..including 2 dresses.  By the time it was 4pm and I had to get home, changed and back at the church by 4:30pm. I was feeling really nauseous and borderline about to pass out.  I went by sonic and got some water. Whew, that helped. But, I went Friday night without eating dinner. No biggie right? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, it was too hot to eat.  I come home and go straight to sleep!! I'm exhausted from a semi-lame birthday. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 you weren't very eventful. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning I wake up at 7:30 to go walking with Andrea again.  Peter is already gone, doing his workout..we hit the pavement. We decide to take her son's empty stroller to keep our hands from swelling. I'm sure we were getting looks! It was unusually hot for 8 in the morning. 8:45am rolled around and I start feeling a bit weird. My eyes started going black. I got real nervous, so we sat down on the bench. Andrea suggests I put my head in between my legs. Then we start laughing, because that's not possible with this belly. :) Then she starts reading the stroller warnings about weight limits. She really wanted to push me home. We were only 15 minutes away.  I'm feeling better so, the prideful me says I can keep going. We pass by 2 more benches. We get to a busy street and I start blacking out again. We sit on the curb and I tell her, 5 minutes from the house, that there's no way I can walk back..that I will pass out.  She starts pouring her water down my back, while we are laughing.  Peter comes to get me and Andrea pushes her empty stroller home. ;) We get home and Peter makes me get in my swimsuit and we go to the neighbor's pool so I can cool off. It did the trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, needless to say, this summer is getting hotter and my exercise regiment is going to have to get pushed to 6am. I mean, we don't walk slow people! Luckily, I didn't pass out, but am very nervous about going walking again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that didn't bore you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we have our 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 6 birthing class. Total waste of time people.  Luckily, we took it with friends.  We always spend the last 20 minutes doing relaxation and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt; exercises. Peter and I seem to get in trouble every time.  Last week we "forgot" our pillows thinking we could leave, and the lady said, no go ahead and sit on the floor! I WAS TICKED! I wonder what reading material Peter will bring tonight. :) I allow him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally finished the bulk of Titus' room. Now we just have to put all the goods in.  The crib and dresser are still in the box. :) I can't wait for everyone to see it! Peter has worked SO hard, and it's ALL been his idea! I am lucky to be married to such a creative man! I'll post pictures when it is completely done! I've got some ideas brewing in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe July 1st is tomorrow. HOLY CRAP! That means that the next month is August!!! BABY TIME! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there's your monthly update people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1737323687901554777?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1737323687901554777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1737323687901554777' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1737323687901554777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1737323687901554777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/06/ticker.html' title='TICKER!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SkpjdNs5EBI/AAAAAAAABh0/ujxmUodCu4U/s72-c/31+week+belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8959044353822305861</id><published>2009-06-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:08:28.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TITUS GARRETT ABRIGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And that is what he shall be called. There is no real reason why his first name is Titus. Peter and I chewed on Jackson for a while, but then it just didn't feel right! I panicked. So, what did we do? We went to Barnes and Noble. Ahhaaaa. We grabbed a few baby name books. You know, the ones that say, "1000 Baby Names." We were overwhelmed with the task. we sat there for 2 hour and narrowed it down to Titus and few others. After milling over it for a week and calling him Titus, I decided that was it. Peter loves how strong this name sounds. Someone once said to me, "think of what his name will sound like as a man." So, that is just what we did! However, my friend Angela just told me that they read somewhere that it means "Defender." As they do, I pray that he be a defender of the Truth as Paul was in the book of Titus. Thank you Angela for that!!!! I forgot your little boy was named Titus.  His middle name is Garrett, after Peter's oldest brother. He passed away when Peter was in the 3rd grade and we just want to carry on his legacy in the Abrigg family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Titus, your dad and I are so proud of you already! We cannot wait until you are in our arms. Although scary, we know HE has chosen us as your mother and father and we couldn't be more amazed daily by His grace and greatness! We try to imagine what you will look like. Will you have your dad's dark curls, tan skin, and BEAUTIFUL face, or will you have your mom's fair skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair? Lord willing the first. :) HAHAaa...Just kidding. I've embraced my fair skin these days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm currently listening to Christy Nockel's new album, "Life Light Up." So, powerful! GO GET IT! I always love it when she comes out with a new album. Her voice and her worship is just more than I can take. :) I actually had it blaring while outside while excavating our flower beds. TERRIBLE weeds. We have a party next Saturday night, and I am determined to make it pretty. I have no idea what I am doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, just wanted to announce his name. :) Little T it is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-8959044353822305861?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/8959044353822305861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=8959044353822305861' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8959044353822305861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8959044353822305861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-has-name.html' title='He has a name...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3174534053405549253</id><published>2009-05-28T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:52:18.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>You would think that I would be the greatest blogger of all time. But, alas, I am not.  Sorry if you are disappointed in me.  And, to top things off, I have no new pictures.  I really need to post pictures of this almost 27 week belly, however, I forget to ask Peter when we get all nice and cute.  I don't get nice and cute very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast on our "baby moon" this past weekend. We headed out to &lt;a href="http://www.dolce-lakeway-hotel.com/"&gt;Lakeway Resort and Spa &lt;/a&gt;on Friday around 2ish.  We got to Austin in the middle of Friday afternoon traffic. NOT to mention that it was UT graduation weekend. Nice. So, we sat in the parking lot of 35 South forever.  We finally got to Peter's cousin's house in South Austin around 6:30pm for a cousin cookout. It just happen to work out that 3 of Peter's cousins were all in town! His brother Kelly also came and joined the partayy.  We had some excellent food and some great laughs! I got a glimpse of what motherhood will be like with a bunch of little boys running around.  I asked Peter if I could have a margarita and he laughed.  We headed to the resort around 10pm, not really knowing where to go. Thank the good Lord for iphones. Perfect directions!  We couldn't see much at night, but I knew it would not disappoint!  I was checking us in while Peter parked the car and brought our bags in. And, what do you know, here comes Ashlee's , Peter's sister, roommate from college and her husband! I was hoping I wouldn't see them with my pregnant self at the pool later the next day. :)  THEN, the next morning, while eating breakfast, I ran into another couple that I knew from ACU. PERFECT! :) Luckily, neither party saw me in my "bikini" 7 months pregnant.  Now, if you are judging me for wearing a 2 piece, you can stop now.  The tankini's just don't work for this pregnant chest people. It's just plain ridiculous.  So, Peter and I had a great time laying out by the pool that overlooked Lake Travis. I was jealous of all the boats driving by! We could even watch them out our balcony.  While laying out at the pool "under the umbrella," I sparked up conversation with the girls next to me. And, low and behold, the girl 3 people down from me goes, "Hey, do you sing at the Village?" I was like HOLY COW! I'm wearing a bikini 7 months pregnant!! :) I laughed it off and continued to sit in the shade.  Some how, my belly still got sunburned...even in the shade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we headed to Austin to goof around.  We ended up at this really awesome Italian joint off of Congress.  LUCKILY, &lt;a href="http://www.heycupcake.com/story.html"&gt;Hey Cupcake's&lt;/a&gt; trailer was right across the street. If you are live in Austin, hopefully you know about this place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed back into Austin fairly early to eat lunch at one of our longtime friend's from Abilene's restaurant. If you live or are ever in Austin, go to &lt;a href="http://www.cuatrosaustin.com/"&gt;Cuatro's!&lt;/a&gt; It was fantastic.  If you go, ask for Michael Bocanegra and tell him we sent you!! It's kind of an outdoorsy feel with amazing tacos and hamburgers. They are known as the "place to come watch the game," these days.  They actually won best green salsa in Austin this year.  I drank the whole bowl myself.  We headed to Kelly's house after that to catch up.  Unfortunately, I was miserable after lunch. I ate so much that I couldn't breathe!!!! It was hilarious.  I just wanted to lay down.  We stayed over there for a few hours and then headed back to the resort to hang by the pool for our last hoorah before we left Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect getaway for Memorial Day weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I GET to have my glucose test. I think this baby boy is pressing on my heart, because I am having these CRAAZY heart palpitations this week. Thankfully I go in tomorrow so they can check it out. I hate it.  It scares me! 27 weeks on Monday! WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is working hard and "Little T's" room. Yes, I said Little T. I'm still not announcing his name so don't ask.  I'll tell you in person! :) I'm ready for him to finish his part so I can start my decorating! :) But, he's doing alot, so I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, I'll try to post some pictures. I'm a cruddy blogger. I was so much better a few years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3174534053405549253?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3174534053405549253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3174534053405549253' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3174534053405549253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3174534053405549253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1415823132599936362</id><published>2009-05-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:26:38.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody told me...</title><content type='html'>Nobody told me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That starting around 17 weeks I would no longer be comfortable sleeping. Every night is a new adventure. As a matter of fact, last night I took a Tylenol PM so that I could sleep. But, what happened instead was, I woke up to go to the restroom, drunk with a half broken shoulder. Yea, that happens once a night. Luckily, I actually found the toilet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That most of my weight gain would reside in my chest. :) If you know me, you know I PRAYED against this HARD as enough weight already took residence there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would have acne like a 16 year old all over my back, arms and chest. Luckily I've only had a few on my face. THANK YOU JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my dog would get sick because I took her to Petsmart to get haircut a few weeks ago. Apparently, her kennel cough shot wasn't updated. I was up with her all night and then had to take care of her for 2 days.  I cried at the vet, telling them I was bad mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it would be extremely difficult to choose a boy name. :) Luckily we have one and we love it! Sorry blog, I'm not ready to announce it to you yet. We just nailed it down this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if I didn't eat protein for breakfast then I would almost pass out every morning. Learned this one the hard way. Luckily, there was and has been no passing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my doctor's office would call me 6 months into my pregnancy to tell us we owed on our deductible asap. Why didn't they tell me that when I got pregnant? Lucky for them, I'm going to check and see exactly WHO I pay, them or the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would love my husband more today than I have ever before...I can't keep up with my love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Baby A would move 24 hours a day! Seriously! He doesn't stop!!! As a matter of fact, yesterday at my doctor's appointment, he kept either kicking or punching the heart doppler. My doctor, who really doesn't show much emotion, started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my tailbone would hurt after sitting for only 5 minutes...even on a soft, comfy couch.  Tailbone, did I break you? No, apparently baby is already resting on it. Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY...no more complaining! I just think some of these are really funny. On a more serious note, I'm really enjoying this part of my pregnancy.  I prayed hard for the Lord to change my heart.  To be honest, I hated the first trimester...and a few weeks into the second.  I think I might have been a tad bit depressed.  I hated that I felt that way, but when you go from healthy as a little lark, to sick as a dog for 3 months....it's hard to think about anything but your misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy getting the nursery ready. We struck out 3 times with paint, and decided on a color we'd used before. HHAA. The first coat is done....&lt;br /&gt;Peter is going to lay some cool floors in there soon, and I can't wait! I'm not going to give it away quite yet!! :) Sorry, sorry.  The bed is sitting in a huge box in the hallway, the dresser is still in Abilene and the armoir thing is in the guest bedroom. We've got stuff everywhere prepping.  It's funny that we're putting off all of the other projects to do Baby boy's room. :) It's exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and I are taking a little trip this month for a short Baby Moon getaway. As much as we wanted to travel out of state, we felt we wanted to save our money.  We promised each other we wouldn't be that couple that didn't travel as soon as baby comes. We love traveling and hope we get to see many more places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still terrible about taking pictures.  Sorry....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's that for an update.  Hope you took those "pregnancy woes" as funny. I truly am grateful to be carrying this human being in my belly. :) It's a surreal feeling and I'll forever be thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for all of you moms out there and those of you who are having trouble getting pregnant.  I pray peace over you this weekend and miracles for all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1415823132599936362?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1415823132599936362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1415823132599936362' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1415823132599936362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1415823132599936362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobody-told-me.html' title='Nobody told me...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-2895199292814119490</id><published>2009-04-21T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:45:12.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4mZu4aSGI/AAAAAAAABfk/6Ftb8HoypOg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327237632749095010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4mZu4aSGI/AAAAAAAABfk/6Ftb8HoypOg/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, 22 weeks in my head, but I'll abide by what the doctor says! Sorry for the crappy picture. I've come to the harsh realization that I can't wear some of my regular shirts anymore. :) Don't worry, I didn't leave the house like this! I bought my skirt from old navy too big, because I knew I'd grow. Right now it falls down and shows things it shouldn't. Aheem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get cutesied up one day and show you a better picture. What, you don't like the cut off mirror pic? By the way, that orange mirror will go in Little Boy's room. I will not give away what his room will look like until it is completely done. I ordered his bedding today! And, no, it's not being made. I bought it. I know some of you can't believe it! It won't be a girly little boy room. It's very modern and I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327238555603797122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4nPcyHhII/AAAAAAAABfs/uUWP1GK4fME/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A preview of his cleaned out room. I cleaned it out last week. :) The furniture has been bought, THANKS MOM!!! Oddly enough we got it at Kid's Village in Abilene over Easter weekend!!! We LOVE IT! We got a crib and a dresser/changing table. My sister gave me this armoir. It will be perfect. It's a distressed white, although I really want to paint it a bright color...REALLY BAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I played that keyboard for the first time in about 10 months today. It was SOOO refreshing. But, I'm a little rusty. It will have to be moved soon. As a matter of fact, I had to dust it big time before putting my hands on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239282480466354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4n5wnBSbI/AAAAAAAABf0/KkM3YpBF-Ak/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last week we went with Peter and the Ohio Abrigg's to downtown Ft. Worth. We got to see the Longhorns run through the streets and eat a fantastic lunch at Joe T's. This obviously is a random picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239684605396354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4oRKpExYI/AAAAAAAABf8/8j12uvw67IQ/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, maybe they were walking through the streets. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327239905594136866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4oeB45WSI/AAAAAAAABgE/nLL1PzPzAnw/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's a picture of mostly finished front sitting room. Our dining area and this area is one big long room. I'm really happy with the turn-out. I just realized the flower pillow in the back is upside down. Who did that!??! There is a blanket sitting on top of the white couch. Our dog, of course thinks every piece of furniture is hers...only when we are gone. Don't judge me for getting a white couch. :) Peter actually built that piece on the wall. I'm not 100% positive it's finished. I think it needs something else. I'm brainstorming as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327241063213967842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4phaW-KeI/AAAAAAAABgM/xoacB7JgncM/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;here's the other side of that sitting room. I tried not take a picture of the table. I unloaded all of the extra decorations out of the baby's room on to the dining room table. If you come to dinner, watch out, almost every single one of the chairs is broken. We need new ones terribly! Yes, that's the same chandelier from the other house. We bought a new one. Wouldn't you know it's only $89! I love it. I could't bear to leave it in the other house. We drove by it the other day and the single man who lives there still has it hanging! I guess wasn't too girly. I will say Peter picked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327241859437106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4qPwhXFTI/AAAAAAAABgU/bWdzU9DQB8w/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327241867092560626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4qQNCkCvI/AAAAAAAABgc/1ej8tqPp8Qg/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our unfinished kitchen. Peter did the stained concrete counter tops. Sorry for the blurriness. We're going to antique the cabinets and put hardware on. We haven't decided on a color for the island yet. We're in a debate. There's more green in this house, so we're trying to steer clear from it. The front is primed for now. :) We haven't decorated it much at all yet. It has the same back splash as the other house too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The living area. You can't tell, but there is this REALLY cool tile on the fireplace. It's this chocolate brown damask. It looks like a tin ceiling, but it's really tile. I love it. We thought about painting the mantle, but then felt a little too crazy. So, I'm trying to add color elsewhere such as the pillows on the couch. That brown chair is a bit misplaced. We're going to get a chair/recliner there, but one thing a time here people! Peter REALLY wants one now. You can tell I'm sitting on the couch.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242911498492290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4rM_wV2YI/AAAAAAAABgk/yoQBblASR3g/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Watching this. I really want my kitchen to look like this one day. The green tile with the tiffany blue cabinets and stainless steel counter tops! LOOOOVE IT! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327243769238906530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4r-7Fl5qI/AAAAAAAABg0/wkQina3ThuU/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's a fun project that I did! I found a calender at &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;Paper Source&lt;/a&gt;, cut it up, and put it in frames! Antique birds. My mom says she's scared of birds. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242915058242322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4rNNBDUxI/AAAAAAAABgs/1GSculzDfZc/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Peter meticulously hung them on the wall. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244579757959250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4suGgZKFI/AAAAAAAABg8/NRJipruw6rc/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My new duvet cover!! It's a bit wrinkled and looks blurry! Apparently, I'm a terrible picture taker today. SORRY! It's very spring/summer!! I love the butterflies on it! I really wanted the yellow quilt to match at Pottery Barn, but my budget only allowed the duvet and pillows. I'm just waiting for it to go on sale. We painted the walls chocolate brown becuase we LOVED it in the other house. But, it was much brighter in there. So, we feel swallowed up in that room with all that darkness! So, I need to brighten up the bedding and put things on the walls. But, I'm stumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327245426181329362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4tfXrc0dI/AAAAAAAABhE/u59g_--WpiI/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks to our tax return, we finally got a new fence! It's beautiful. Charlie dog leaned up against it when it was wet and I had to get some paint thinner after her. It was even 2 days later!!! Thanks to the previous owners for the BEAUTIFUL hot pink roses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327245906135074130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4t7TpVxVI/AAAAAAAABhM/Ar1ZKHIA-dg/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the lavender ones too! There are also purple iris, and TONS OF WEEDS in this bed. This is one of my projects this week. Like I don't have enough projects. The backyard can wait. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST! We got the mom car. :) Well, far from it in my book! Peter has been feverishly researching SUV's for me. Both of our cars are 2 door and so we knew the enevitable was about to happen. But, the Lord was faithful, and we found this.  We also paid cash for it! So, no car payments! You're welcome Dave Ramsey. It's a beautiful, Pearl White, Limited Edition, 2002 Ford Explorer. :) Yes, it's older than both of our other vehicles. :) HAAA. It has 77K miles on, leather interior and is in mint condition!!!!! Praise Jesus! We just hope it's mechanically okay!!! So far, in the last week and half, it has run great. But, I guess you always take that chance when buying a 2002 vehicle in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327246851539753458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4uyVjYWfI/AAAAAAAABhc/YPviP4res4E/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327246857964182754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4uytfFXOI/AAAAAAAABhk/TvVRNRokDCY/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327246847883153746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4uyH7lEVI/AAAAAAAABhU/ageeD4SFeA8/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, there you go!!! That took me FOREVER!!!!! I remember why I don't do this very often anymore.  My rear is numb and I'm hungry. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope this tides you over for a while!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-2895199292814119490?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/2895199292814119490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=2895199292814119490' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2895199292814119490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2895199292814119490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/04/21-weeks.html' title='21 weeks!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Se4mZu4aSGI/AAAAAAAABfk/6Ftb8HoypOg/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-4857698689374275673</id><published>2009-04-06T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:25:56.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S-H-O-C-K!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that was my expression this morning when the sonographer told us we were having a.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-4857698689374275673?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/4857698689374275673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=4857698689374275673' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4857698689374275673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4857698689374275673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/04/s-h-o-c-k.html' title='S-H-O-C-K!!!!!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7776417251443299672</id><published>2009-04-01T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:05:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 and 18 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQj6Fm-CI/AAAAAAAABfU/7ytKWX5d_bc/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Only two!!! But still, I know you're all wanting to see them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQjt59_jI/AAAAAAAABfM/N1UsQ1pmXTc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319895271676036498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQkEaHxZI/AAAAAAAABfc/JbZ_mAsjWi4/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was almost 16 weeks. No, I don't have eyelashes without mascara. I'm a blondie, what can I say! That's Natasha in the middle. She is 3 weeks ahead of me. I'm so glad to have a best friend to go through this together!! They are having a little boy. Natasha, don't be mad for posting a picture of you. I'm sending you these right away! And, that's Josh Drew. He's almost full term. :) I had just cooked Pioneer Woman's lasagna and it was a hit!!! The BEST lasagna I have ever had!! It will not disappoint a hungry crowd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQjGMC_vI/AAAAAAAABfE/czUfdPDyr50/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319895254974004978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQjGMC_vI/AAAAAAAABfE/czUfdPDyr50/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me today. 18 and half weeks. I was about to take Charlie for a walk. We haven't hung that mirror yet. That's one of the ones Peter built last weekend! It's pretty bright, however, it's growing on me. The other mirror he built will be on that blank green wall behind me. Hopefully the crown molding will go up soon too...PUHLEASE ignore the not finished wall! My stomach has definitely grown!! 5 more days!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I've got!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQi0f6HfI/AAAAAAAABe8/nnfGuL0fKuo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7776417251443299672?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7776417251443299672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7776417251443299672' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7776417251443299672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7776417251443299672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/04/15-and-18-weeks.html' title='15 and 18 weeks'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SdQQkEaHxZI/AAAAAAAABfc/JbZ_mAsjWi4/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-7628196096436039793</id><published>2009-03-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:20:50.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup/Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stay at home "mom" now and I haven't blogged in two weeks. I have had ALL the time in the world to do so. HOWEVER, there is really nothing blogworthy to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  maybe a few things. We're at 18 weeks today!!!! That last pic at 14 weeks is about what I look like today. That was a food belly then. :) I'll post a pic later this week when I actually look presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, YES, that was me on "A Blooming Business" on TLC. However, I'm a bit disappointed with the fabricated drama they created about me.  Oh well, I guess I should have known. If you know me well, you know I wouldn't have just "missed" a big day at my job/ or forgotten the toss bouquet. There was so much more footage and who knows where that all went. :) If you want to know what really happened, or if you care, then you can call me. &lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun to see myself on tv.  They did a really good job on the show..despite the fabricated drama.. Save it for your mama! It aired 3 times this past weekend and I don't know if it will air again. It was just the pilot. Apparently you can go vote on TLC's website if you want more episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Chicago yesterday! It was a SHORT trip. But, totally worth it.  My sister, mom and I shopped until we dropped and ate ALOT of pizza. :) Totally worth every bite! We were really only there for a day and half. It started snowing really bad on Sunday morning so we left our hotel at 6:30am to get to the airport. My sister and I's flight didn't pull out of O'Hare until 11:15am! I bought a book. :) Remember I don't read. It was a toss up between "Shopaholic and Baby" and Twilight. I chose the first. I'm over half way through it. :) It's hilarious. I haven't read any of Sophia Kinsella's books, but they are great! I  might have to read all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the big day is a week from today!!!!!! Any guesses??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?? I have my guess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better than the last time  I blogged! Praise the Lord! But, getting Charlie food still makes me gag...and it's dry dog food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is doing great. We had a bit of a health scare with him a few weeks ago, but we found out it was only REALLY bad acid reflux. Which, I could have told you 3 doctor's visits and an UPPER GI later. :) He's on medicine and doing much better. He built a few things while I was in Chicago. I was totally surprised when I returned. I'll wait and post pictures of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I don't have to do laundry today...our dryer broke and we won't have another one until Wednesday. DARN! But, I do have to go to the grocery store!! I promised Peter I would be a frugal grocery shopper. :) I wasn't very good with our food money in March. Oh wait, it's still March. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pics I have are on my phone...but I'll download them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm not as good with pictures as you might thing. In fact, I've always been terrible taking pictures. Hopefully things will change when our child comes!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-7628196096436039793?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/7628196096436039793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=7628196096436039793' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7628196096436039793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/7628196096436039793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/03/ketchupcatch-up.html' title='Ketchup/Catch-up'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3983524548488476628</id><published>2009-03-11T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:39:36.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with my blog?</title><content type='html'>Every time I click on it, there is nothing in the body!  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just woke up about 2 hours ago. It's 12:30pm.  Insomnia has set in and I was awake from 3:30am until 7 this morning. So, I got up, took a bath, ate a fiber one pop tart and went back to bed.  Slept until 10:30am. Now I'm on the couch in my pajamas watching Pure Country. Oh the crush I used to have on George Strait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold front blew in this morning with some rain. I'm glad it's raining. However, it makes me want to stay in my pajamas all day. But, alas, I can't. Peter and I are going to see High School Musical at the Bass Hall tonight.  Our friend/former roommate is in it! We're so excited. Well, as excited as you can be to watch HSM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend! We helped my sister and her husband move into their new house. They were almost completely moved in on Saturday night so we got to have a cookout.  My mom was in town so we of course brought Charlie over to play.  Sunday we slept in until 10. Thank you time change.  Well, I can always sleep in, however, Peter never does! So, I was thankful he got to sleep in.  I congratulated him with brunch at IHOP! :) A new one just opened up down the street.  Then we went to Dick's to get Peter some new soccer paraphernalia for this upcoming indoor season.  After that we decided we didn't want to be inside because it was so pretty. So we picked up Charlie and went to Lake Grapevine! We had a great time.  We felt as if we deserved some Bahama Buck's afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had another headache...geezz.  But I managed to muster up some dinner with no groceries.  Then last night I made some King Ranch Chicken. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby A is still growing at a rapid pace.  After that picture I posted last Thursday night, of course my stomach went down. However, there is a visible baby bump. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still dealing with nausea which is really frustrating. However, working out seems to make it go away for a while.  Charlie and I went for a run/walk yesterday.  If felt great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's your update for the week. I have nothing picture wise to post. So sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3983524548488476628?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3983524548488476628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3983524548488476628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3983524548488476628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3983524548488476628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-wrong-with-my-blog.html' title='What is wrong with my blog?'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1031785909390373638</id><published>2009-03-05T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:42:00.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 weeks and 4 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SbCa2Y3vmRI/AAAAAAAABe0/xjnXG2joGeg/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309914219849685266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SbCa2Y3vmRI/AAAAAAAABe0/xjnXG2joGeg/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at 9:30pm at night. Last night I went to bed at 9. There you go. And, I might be in a food coma from Anamia's guacamole. Whoops. It's probably bigger now than it will be in the morning. Oh well.  :) This is why I think I'm a week ahead. That belly! Went to dinner with my dad and my sister and her husband and they ALL were like WHOA you have a baby in there now! I'm like, yes, yes I do. Have fun staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1031785909390373638?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1031785909390373638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1031785909390373638' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1031785909390373638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1031785909390373638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-weeks-and-4-days.html' title='14 weeks and 4 days'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SbCa2Y3vmRI/AAAAAAAABe0/xjnXG2joGeg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-8890053420437484669</id><published>2009-03-03T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:24:13.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If dogs and fetus' could talk...</title><content type='html'>Awkward title...I realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, our yellow/white lab is the most precious dog on the planet. I've actually lived under the same roof as her for a year and she has morphed into my best friend. Now, I know some of you are rolling your eyes, but cut me some slack here.  Charlie and I spent almost every waking hour together last week. And, then on Saturday, I actually had to leave the house to sing at church.  Peter came to the 5 service and left her outside. The sun was shining but it was pretty cold. Anyways, when we got home, she started acting very weird. So weird that we decided to take her to the emergency vet clinic at 9 on a Saturday night. Her cry and bark were very raspy. She was retching like something hurt or something was caught in her throat. She didn't perk up at the sound of hungry, outside, or treat.  So, we immediately packed her in the car.  She road laying down the whole way there which really gave us a sign that she didn't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;We get there and she is hyper..of course. She wants to leave immediately. She hates unknown places.  I think she knows where she is. The vet tech called her a beautiful dog and checked all of her vitals. No fever. Then the bald headed doctor came in and she barked at him. It was hilarious. He was pretty loud and abrasive and I don't think she liked it. But, then she warmed up to him.  He asked us a few questions and then felt around on her.  He then came back with some wet dog food and she scarfed it down like it was the most amazing thing on the planet.  He told us her throat might hurt and she might have gotten a cold from the weather change. &lt;br /&gt;We get her home and attempt to make her lay on the couch.  She finally relaxes for a while.  I stay up and watch The Dark Knight begrudgingly while Peter FALLS asleep on the couch. We go to bed at midnight. We let her sleep with us because we are worried.  She wakes me up every hour ON THE HOUR shivering for 6 hours straight! I was exhausted come morning and I think the Lord was giving me a taste of parenthood. There was nothing I could do make Charlie comfortable. It was devastating!! I come home after singing 2 services and we all 3 take a 3 hour nap. Praise the Lord she slept.  We got her to eat dinner finally.  But then yesterday she had a few episodes. I got brave and stuck the thermometer up her rear. Her temp was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks, I think she have a "case" on our hands.  "Drama Dog" as Peter calls it.  If I could just get her to tell me what's going on in that little brain of hers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why do consistently make me hungry? Every 1.5-2 hours..I start gagging and then HAVE to eat.  Then....like clockwork, the same scenario happens.  Baby, how do you eat so much food to be such a little tike!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why do you make mom's nose stopped up every single night? Why do you make her sleep with her mouth open and then have her wake up and not be able to even lick her lips because of the dryness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why do coarse hairs keep appearing in weird places all over your mom's body rapidly? I mean, have I really let myself go that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why does your mom not know how to trim her toenails, shave her legs, pluck her chin, and wash her hair anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, your mom and dad love you so much. As much as we know how at this moment.  Every day in the past couple of weeks I have gotten a glimpse of what life will be like when you are here.  Last night we read in our prayer book about your sexuality. It made us so excited to find out what you will be! In less than two weeks I will have my 16 week appointment.  Dr. Wai says he will give me a sonogram if I am antsy and itchy to see you and attempt to find out what you are! Are you kidding, why in the world would I pass that up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hope you have your father's beautiful curls and long eye lashes. I hope you have his smile, his passion for the Lord, his hard work ethic, his willingness to love men  who are hard to love and his LOVE for rap music and soccer. :) Even if you are a girl...haaa. Errrr, maybe I will retract that statement one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hope you love your dog Charlie as much as we love her.  We know she will be a great big sister, although we think she will be mad at us for a little bit. But, once she warms up to you, then she'll love you just as much as we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I hope you come to know Jesus as your Savior and seek to love Him as much as He loves you...I pray that we will be parents who will wash you in the water of the word and encourage you in Him daily...even on the hard days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we can't wait for you to be here. :) You can make me as hungry and as nauseous as you want as long as you keep growing strong and healthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is here to take my picture right now, but I definitely have some belly to show. :) So, I'll make Peter take it tomorrow and post it later in the week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-8890053420437484669?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/8890053420437484669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=8890053420437484669' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8890053420437484669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/8890053420437484669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-dogs-and-fetus-could-talk.html' title='If dogs and fetus&apos; could talk...'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-1160234163637329184</id><published>2009-02-26T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:39:56.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>First things first. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I retired. Yes, you heard me right! I quit my job!! It had been on my mind since around January and there never seemed to be a good time. Well, last week I finally did it. It was bittersweet as I love my bosses dearly, but know that they are still family and we can hang out whenever. Peter and I decided now was as good of time as any to bite the bullet. So, last Friday was the first day of the rest of my life...I think. Who knows if I will go back to work after the kids go to grade school or not. But, for now, I am very excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great first day off with my mom. She came in town to babysit Charlie because Peter and I were both going out of town. Different places unfortunately. I headed off to Possum Kingdom to celebrate my dear friend Rebekah's birthday with 7 other girls! We stayed at a lake house that I had already been to before so it was nice and comfortable being there. Here's just a few pictures from the weekend. I'll post more when I can get them from the other girls. After all, I'm re-learning how to take pictures again. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Me, Chavon, Lindsey and Kristen. Sorry Kristen that they caught you not smiling with your teeth! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307252504676975746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SacmCLKSxII/AAAAAAAABeU/f2r91K_IdBw/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rebekah's sweet mom, Rebekah, Jourdan and Hollie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307252497765103570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SacmBxaX99I/AAAAAAAABeM/irR82zEMcpE/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course we stayed up way to late and laughed really hard! Saturday night we played guitar hero, pop culture trivia (I suck at it), and SPOONS!!! I won after a two hour game. There may or may not have been biting involved. I won't mention any names Jourdan. :) I almost went into early labor screaming and laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We returned early Sunday morning and I took a bath and went to bed! Peter came home and cooked me a hamburger outside and then we watched The Oscars. I really enjoyed them this year! We watched the whole thing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday I cleaned the house-ish, started the laundry and went to the grocery store. I cooked dinner for the first time in a VERY long time. Roast! Then Tuesday night we had Natasha and Thomas over for pork chops, blueberry sauce, sweet potatoes and asparagus! I made &lt;a href="http://thepoefam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittney's&lt;/a&gt; Mimi's apricot bars! They were a hit!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I woke up at 4 in the morning yesterday with THE WORST headache of my life. I got out of bed around 10 to take a shower and started throwing up IN THE SHOWER! So, I went back to bed. Peter came home around 6 and forced some food down me..which wasn't pleasant and then more tylenol. I barely slept and then woke up with it again today. I took two benadryl at around 10 this morning and slept till 1 when Peter came home to rescue me. He took the afternoon off to take care of me. He forced a sandwich down me, put me in the bathtub and then took me to the chiropractor! I already feel 80% better. I'm looking forward to dinner with some girlfriends tonight. PRAISE THE LORD!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some funny pictures from Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307256267425380978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SacpdMfa-nI/AAAAAAAABec/QY-aUXtYRTM/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Natalie, Rachel, Me and Natasha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307256271303792498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sacpda8G13I/AAAAAAAABek/4NV9s6K1G4g/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell those are tree bows in my hair! Also, notice Peter's hair slicked over to the side. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307256280947064530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/Sacpd-3PftI/AAAAAAAABes/LWsxBOwe0PU/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Craig and his kiddy sweater. Hilarious!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's about it for now. Monday I'm going to start taking pictures of my 14 week belly.  There's really nothing to see right now. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then. I hope these pictures tide you over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-1160234163637329184?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/1160234163637329184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=1160234163637329184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1160234163637329184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/1160234163637329184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SacmCLKSxII/AAAAAAAABeU/f2r91K_IdBw/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-4564092934746333134</id><published>2009-02-16T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:52:04.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks!</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it to 12 weeks! Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a ROUGH couple of weeks. In fact, last week was my first week to throw up. And you know what, I threw up almost every single day. I think I might have had a bug on Thursday...and haven't really bounced back.  Poor Peter...he witnessed it a few times. In the bathtub, on the bathroom floor?!? I mean I felt like a little kid. HELPLESS. But, I think that part is over. Praise HIS name it wasn't like that the whole first trimester. I go to the doctor this afternoon for a check-up.  Happy President's Day! Yea, I have an unexpected day off.  We worked our tails off this weekend due to Valentine's Day.  WAY worse than a retail store at Christmas time....let me tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start taking pictures of myself this week. I know you've all been waiting. I'm getting my hair cut on Thursday, so that will probably be a monumental day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and I didn't really celebrate Valentine's this year due to all my sickness and me working.  He did give me a sweet card. We celebrated last Friday night early at &lt;a href="http://www.pappasbros.com/"&gt;Pappa's Steakhouse&lt;/a&gt;. We hadn't been on a fun date since before Christmas, and I was CRAVING a steak.  I didn't even get Peter a card!!! Flowers, well...I work at flower store. Although I never get tired of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is coming along. In fact, Peter finished putting up most of the baseboards this weekend.  I bought some furniture to semi-complete our sitting/dining room that I am very excited about. I'm sure you can guess where....of course Weir's.  We buy everything there. Luckily I caught the President's Day sale this morning.  I'll soon post pics when we are almost finished. Now I'm itching for some new bedding.  I know I know....ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you'll all have to stay tuned for some pictures later on this week. I'm spending the weekend celebrating one of my favorite girl's birthday at Possum Kingdom Lake! Hallelujah for a semi-vacash!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy post Valentine's and President's Day everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY LAURA AND BRITTNEY!! LOVE YOU GUYS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-4564092934746333134?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/4564092934746333134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=4564092934746333134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4564092934746333134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/4564092934746333134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/02/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-5402473131398668453</id><published>2009-02-02T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:35:49.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>OKAY FINE! I've been tagged. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) List at least 10 honest things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. I take at least one bath a day. And, I get in the bath as soon as the faucet starts running. Then I basically am finished with my bath as soon as the tub fills up. You think this defeats the purpose and wastes water, but NOOO, it actually keeps the bath nice and warm! Sometimes I take two. I prefer them over showers ANY day. In fact, I have a VERY hard time going to sleep at night unless I've taken a bath. MY POOR SKIN is so dry these days. I wonder why. These days, my favorite thing to do while taking a bath during the evenings, is to eat grapes and bathe. Don't ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. I cussed at a student when I was teaching middle school. It was a classroom full of 45 middle school aged boys and things were getting out of hand. This one kid, who thought he was a bad a--, proceeded to make fun of another kid in a pretty harmful way! I was so tired of it. So, in front the class, I asked 'said' student why he was being such an A--. As soon as I did I knew I was in trouble. The whole class busted out in laughter and said, "I'm telling." Of course I proceeded to say, "Well, I guess you can tell on all your coaches too!" I knew they cussed at the kids on a daily basis. NOT that I'm justifying my actions. I felt terrible and ended up confessing it to my principal. He laughed and said he'd cussed much worse that day. He told me he had my back. Thanks Mr. Moreno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. I'm afraid of throw up. I've been afraid of it since 1st grade when Christy McCann threw up in the sink in Mrs. Hood's class. I ran home from school bawling and of course "thought" I was sick. That was the first of many head games I had played with myself. So, now you can imagine me pregnant. I will do ANYTHING to not throw up!! These days, dry heaving is part of my life. It's pretty ridiculous. If I get to hungry, dry heaving occurs. It's a game I play in my head. RIDICULOUS I know. Thanks to Zofran, it hasn't been too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. I used to stalk my "what I didn't know 10 years later" husband in high school. Yes, my senior year of high school, I conveniently would drive by his house on my way to and from school every morning. Which meant I had to pass the football practice field too. HHAAAAA. One time, we got in a 'fight,' well, it wasn't a fight. Basically I was in love with him and had told me earlier in the year to help hold him accountable to not date anyone the rest of his senior. That, in and of itself is hilarious. Anyways, I was mad at him because he started dating someone. So, I stopped talking to him. Well, that posed a problem seeing that we sat by each other in English class every other day.....so, one night he just couldn't stand it anymore. I used to have pre-cal study groups at my house once a week. Really it was just a ploy to copy every one's homework and all the hot guys came over..including Peter. Well, this time I didn't tell Peter about it because I didn't want him to come over. He found out of course and came over without his book, paper or pencil. So, he just hung out and laughed with every other guy there. So, he waited until EVERYONE was gone so he could chat with me. He asked for my forgiveness for dating someone...haaa. But, of course I didn't have the guts to tell him I liked him. But, he hugged me and said he never wanted to lose me as a friend and felt lost without talking to me in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I find it VERY funny now looking back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. I was the smallest girl in middle school compared to all of my friends. In fact, at the beginning of 8th grade I weighed 65 pounds. The funny part, I had boobs. I had boobs bigger than all my friends, but hadn't quite crossed over into womanhood yet. I was the only one who NEVER had a boyfriend and was always the 3rd wheel. I enjoyed it for some odd, awkward reason. I used to go to the movies with Brittney, Kelby, Sarah and Devin and would sit in between the couples. That was back when people used to make out in theaters. You can imagine what I was surrounded by. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Currently, thanks to Kate and Lauren's guidance, I am now using the Neti Pot. Google it. Kate's trick of using the Neti Pot at night followed by Breathe Right strip and a humidifier helps me sleep. Who knew that pregnancy would make me so congested and stopped up while I sleep. It's really hilarious and sexy if you ask me. Last night I had on a breathe right strip and was eating grapes in bed. Peter was like, what is that noise? Are you eating? Yes babe, I'm eating. Are you surprised? Then he just cracked up laughing at me. He said he loved me Neti Pot, breathe right strip, dry heaving and all. Thank you baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. My family is obsessed with dogs. I've grown up loving them and will always love them. From that, Charlie, our dog has become spoiled rotten! It's simply ridiculous. She follows me everywhere. She lays in front of the shower and stares at me and then sits by the bathtub with her head on the side of the tub. It's so funny. She is a grand kid. In fact, she saw all 4 grandparents today. They all love her and she makes herself right at home when she's at their houses. I'm not sure what's going to happen when baby A comes along. Everyone says you neglect your dogs, but I don't see Charlie letting us do that. Unless she refuses to be around us. I will be very sad if that happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. I used to pinch my stomach when I got nervous or sick. Which resulted in hickey like marks all over my stomach. When I had to sing or was in any kind of competition, you knew I was nervous by looking at my stomach. I don't do that anymore, however, my mom thought I could have used some counseling in that area. :) haaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. I was the co-tennis manager with Brittney my junior year of high school...you know, we only did it to get the letter jacket. We didn't want the ugly red one. We wanted the red AND blue one. Funny that I had choir patches all over an athletic jacket. Don't judge me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. I used to watch Days of Our Lives everyday of my life. In fact, for as far back as I can remember my mom taped the show. So, we'd come home every afternoon and watch it with her. hahaa. I obviously don't watch it anymore, however, Bo, Hope, Marlena, John, Stefano, etc..are all still on the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-5402473131398668453?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/5402473131398668453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=5402473131398668453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5402473131398668453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/5402473131398668453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3507009828684503129</id><published>2009-01-30T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:08:21.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently eating a handful of grapes and strawberries for my mid-morning snack. Or, shall I say, every hour snack. I'm trying to do better about putting healthy things in my body instead of others. :) It's hard. I crave cold, fresh stuff, but never have had any of it around.  Well, as of Wednesday, we finally have a stocked refrigerator! I finally had the courage to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good week.  I honestly think I'm a week ahead of what my sonogram said.  The first time I went to the doctor he told me my due date was August 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, which was right on with what I guessed. Then, we had our first sonogram and he said I was measuring 8 weeks on the day I was supposed to be 9 weeks. My mother-in-law retired from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sonograhy&lt;/span&gt; and said that the first sonogram will never be as good as the rest because the doctor is doing it. I started laughing, but she said, they're just pretty quick about it and most aren't as accurate.  This has rung true with several of my friends. So, I could be almost 11 weeks or almost 10 weeks today. One week difference feels like an eternity!! I think I'm just ready for the first trimester to be over.  I think things are looking up! I haven't been that nauseous since Sunday! And, boy Sunday was a rough day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hired a maid until the baby comes. I know, sounds crazy, but because Peter and I both work 30 minutes from the house, it seems like an impossibility to keep the house clean.  We have done so many home improvements since we've moved in that the dust has accumulated everywhere!! You'll laugh when I tell you this, but she was at our house from 2:45pm yesterday until almost 10 pm!!!!! I felt so bad for her, although she was supposed to be there at 8:30am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, so, I guess I don't feel too bad seeing as I paid her extra for cleaning the window seals.&lt;br /&gt;She did a fantastic job. She is 23 and has 6 kids!!!! Peter says he wants to help her out as much as we can. (I personally thinks he likes a spic and span house and knows I won't be able to do it as well as her while pregnant.) Thanks Peter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ran home for lunch to let Charlie out. I come home to find a WHOLE roll of toilet paper completely shredded, a box of my &lt;a href="http://www.threelollies.com/store/tek9.asp?pg=products&amp;amp;specific=joenjrk8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Preggie&lt;/span&gt; Pops&lt;/a&gt;, and a decorative A from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/span&gt; completely torn up! I have to say I was shocked and mad!! I've never spanked Charlie, but I did yesterday. I popped her so hard on the nose and put her outside.  I was mostly worried about her chewing up every single piece of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;preggie&lt;/span&gt; pop candy. She seemed to unwrap each individual one and leave the wrapper on the ground.  When I got in the car, I teared up. I was so sad that I had hit her!! If you could only know Charlie..she is the most sensitive animal I know.  Those precious ears bend all the way back and she hides!! Peter and I decided we haven't been keeping her as active lately because of the cold. So, last night we bundled up and went for a walk. We headed to the middle school across the street and ran her to death! She was so tired when we got home! She crashed out.  You can probably guess where she is today. Yes, outside.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, we have a spoiled ROTTEN dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I finally felt uncomfortable in my jeans. It was kinda sad. I wore them anyways and will probably have to unbutton them by the end of the day.   I'm trying to hold off on the pregnancy pants as long as I can people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.....thanks &lt;a href="http://babybangs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recommendation&lt;/span&gt; on the prayer book during pregnancy! I got in the mail yesterday and am SO excited to read through it.  Apparently I forgot this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure have been watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of television lately. My shows of choice are Gossip Girl, Privileged, American Idol, Grey's Anatomy, Ugly Betty, LOST, and Private Practice. Peter and I have had such a good time watching American Idol this season. I love watching him laugh hysterically at some of the people and expressions that the judges make.  He really gets into it. And, then tries to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mimic&lt;/span&gt; them later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; yeah! My sweet friend &lt;a href="http://rsjh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; fell on the ice on her driveway on Wednesday night and broke her leg!! She had surgery pretty quick after that on Wednesday late.  I will be heading down to see her this evening to try to cheer her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now! TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY NO PICTURES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3507009828684503129?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3507009828684503129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3507009828684503129' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3507009828684503129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3507009828684503129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-3565509115697496262</id><published>2009-01-17T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:53:53.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and Happy and Sick</title><content type='html'>UPDATE: This was written on Saturday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the hardest part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents dog, Carly, who is a 15 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dachsaund&lt;/span&gt; is missing. She's been missing since Friday around 2:00pm. The most horrible part is that my parents cleaning lady let her out in the front yard to go to the bathroom...which is where she normally goes, but always comes to the door....well, she forgot about her. 2 hours later she realized it and panicked. She went on a search for about an hour and then decided to call my dad. He couldn't get out of surgery so he called my mom. She rushed home and then they continued to look for her until around 8 last night. Signs are posted everywhere, phone calls have been made and doors have been knocked on. Several people in the neighborhood said they saw her, but she is nowhere to be found. She's not even at the pound. My parents put an add in the paper this week as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Carly is overweight and old. Bless her heart. I have a really hard time not thinking about it being freezing cold last night and her being out there by herself. My mom is putting on a happy face, although she is deeply devastated. She loves that dog with all of her heart, and Carly loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hopeful! But, I'm sad. I can't wrap my mind around it and can't stop crying. It's borderline ridiculous. I laid in bed with Charlie, our yellow lab, this morning and just snuggled and loved on her until 11am. I was depressed thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on...we have to move on and believe that someone has her. They'll probably soon realize that she's fat and her breath stinks and take her to the pound...we hope anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad story that I can't seem to shake is &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly and Harper&lt;/a&gt;'s story. Please, please, please beg for the Lord to intercede in that baby's lungs!!!! She was born last night at 9lbs and 12 ounces with pneumonia. Kelly had a lot of trouble getting pregnant and had a wonderful pregnancy. She started a prayer blog for women who are also having trouble getting pregnant. Please intercede for her, Harper, and the women on the prayer blog. You can find that link on her blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now on to the HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to the doctor on Monday and the baby was measuring smaller than what he originally thought 3 weeks ago. So, I'm 8.5 weeks today.  We saw the heartbeat and the little bambino. Surreal and crazy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but share this, although I'm a bit nervous. But, I've decided I can't worry anymore about it. I'll be 9 weeks pregnant on Monday. Yes, we are having a baby!!!!! It's surreal and all I really know is that I'm sick. Not as bad as most people, but bad enough. Every day I push through and remember those women who have trouble getting pregnant. Know that I'm praying hard daily for those who can't.  I realize the blessing and I am more thankful today of my life and my body than I ever have been before.  Due date is around August 31st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little picture of how we told our families on Christmas Eve. What a FABULOUS Christmas present!! I'll say!!!!!! Please excuse our missing baseboards in the this picture. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292379908930733618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SXJPfKg7BjI/AAAAAAAABdw/-9whaD3y26o/s400/BIG+SISTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else has been going on except work, sleep and attempting to eat. We actually got out and went to a movie last Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful. We started off the week at Peter's parents here in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;metroplex&lt;/span&gt; and then headed to Abilene for 3 days after that. We did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of eating and sleeping and playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that's just about what everyone else did. I got angry with the drums on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rockband&lt;/span&gt; a few times. When are they going to get women's songs? Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's was fun too...as much of it as I was awake anyways. We spent it with close friends downtown. The tiredness of pregnancy hit that day like a FREIGHT TRAIN!! I was not expecting it and it basically took me down. I laid in Rachel and Craig's bed and was out from about 10:30 until 11:59pm. They woke me up for the countdown, and then I got right back into the bed. I couldn't even handle it. We got home around 2:30am and then I slept all night and the rest of New Year's Day. PATHETIC!!! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's enough information for now. Pray for my dog Carly, Harper and Kelly, and this pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-3565509115697496262?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/3565509115697496262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=3565509115697496262' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3565509115697496262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/3565509115697496262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-and-happy-and-sick.html' title='Sad and Happy and Sick'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SXJPfKg7BjI/AAAAAAAABdw/-9whaD3y26o/s72-c/BIG+SISTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6766133467466065351</id><published>2009-01-12T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:26:09.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cymbidium has a BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cymbidiumflowers.squarespace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GO HERE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6766133467466065351?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6766133467466065351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6766133467466065351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6766133467466065351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6766133467466065351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2009/01/cymbidium-has-blog.html' title='Cymbidium has a BLOG!'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-2208403700551252651</id><published>2008-12-11T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:48:03.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>December 11th.</title><content type='html'>WHOA. I don't know what day it is!!! What's my name? Where do I live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. I'm supposed to be putting out fires right now, but well, frankly, I need a break. Typing...that seems to be my quick fix today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm listening to Kallie's Christmas playlist on &lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/"&gt;www.playlist.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kallie. Currently I've heard The Simpson Sisters, Faith Hill, Frank Sinatra, The Pussycat Dolls, Christina, Coldplay, and so on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to post a pic of our Christmas decorations, but, then I'd be embarrassed by the dust layer and the unfinished crown molding job.  We just got our tile and backsplash finished yesterday. I think Edward and Ignacio were smoking the "you know what" in my bathroom. I called Peter and he told me to tell them I should join. He was kidding, obviously. I think they were scared of Charlie because she's still wearing her cone. Her foot is about 95% covered back with hair, but I still don't trust her. Little stinkpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our anniversary is Monday. 2 years. WOW!! It's gone by so fast. We're celebrating tomorrow night. If I told you where then you might show up. Kidding. Monday night, our real anniversary, we are both working T.O's Christmas party. I feel like it's probably okay to say that seeing that it's been advertised all over the radio.  I've been up to my ears trying to find the correct Christmas balls and silver sticks. Shoot me in the head. I'm over it. Who's out of Christmas balls on December 11th???? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We spent it with Peter's family here in town.  We had about 27 people at their house! Alot of eating...I made myself utterly ill. I mean, Peter was lauging at me. NO self control. I admit it and I know there's a 12 step program out there to help me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to send out a Christmas card, but frankly, I'm too busy constructing everyone else's here at work! Isnt' that sad?????? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to look at Christmas light last Saturday night in Highland Park. I was TOTALLY not impressed. Everyone talks about how fabulous they are over there. I guess it's a sign of the times. People don't want to pay for Christmas lights. It's a luxury item. :) We didn't hang any up either so I have ZERO room to talk. But, I do have a wreath, that I made by the way, and a little lit up tree on our porch. And, I can't forget the awesome Happy Holiday's mat either.&lt;br /&gt;Our color scheme for this year is Fuschia, Gold and Turquoise. It fits with the decor of my house. I just didn't see Red and Green all over my house.&lt;br /&gt;I have this &lt;a href="http://www.cymbidiumflowers.com/store_products.view.php?id=212"&gt;http://www.cymbidiumflowers.com/store_products.view.php?id=212&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious arrangment sitting on my desk. You should buy one for your house too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I get fired, I should go. Happy Anniversary my love!! Sorry, I'd rather be sentimental in person. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-2208403700551252651?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/2208403700551252651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=2208403700551252651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2208403700551252651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2208403700551252651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-11th.html' title='December 11th.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-2029725496562460544</id><published>2008-11-18T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:40:56.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>I wish life would just SLOW THE HECK down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick yesterday. I knew it was going to come at some point, but I'm thankful it only lasted for a day. Praise the Lord I was only SITTING on the toilet and not hovering over it. :) Thank you Jesus. I had a nice day in bed with my dog. She is SUCH a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Peter's sick too. He has basically worked himself to death. Last night I made him sit on the couch with me and watch Gossip Girl. He wasn't that excited about it....but I keep telling him, "that's our dermatologist son and we have to support him." hahaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find my camera cord so that I could show you some pics of our UH-mazing stained concrete counter tops. I am so proud of Peter. I'm ready the cabinets to be painted so we can put the appliances in AND unpack the boxes!!! I NEED to be domestic. I've forgetten how!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051311871001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SSL7vwgnBKI/AAAAAAAABdk/CoocExN3hng/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I promise Cymbidium is about to start a blog!!!!!!! It's being created by our Graphic guy as we speak!!! YUPEEE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken at 2 in the morning last Sunday/Monday morning right after he stepped on my foot. He being Michael Irvin. I for sure stand out. I meet several athletes at this specific party because I got stuck working the door! It was freezing outside, but I had a great time. My body on the other hand, did not. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Thank you Jenny T for giving me a blog award. EVEN though I don't deserve it. I suck at blogging. I don't have time anymore and I wish I did. I really do love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-2029725496562460544?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/2029725496562460544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=2029725496562460544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2029725496562460544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2029725496562460544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SSL7vwgnBKI/AAAAAAAABdk/CoocExN3hng/s72-c/DSC_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6521831772981200111</id><published>2008-11-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:29:57.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay okay</title><content type='html'>I'll update again like I agreed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just total chaos around these parts. Between work life and home life, there's NO rest for the weary this time of year. We have had several events this past month at work and it doesn't slow down! I'm very excited to be featuring Cymbidium's blog very soon!! So get ready! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably launch next Monday or Tuesday. So, beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have completely turned our home upside down. From new floors to new kitchen cabinets it's a total mess! Peter is working so stinking hard and I love him for that!! We have to make ourselves "not work" a few nights a week to spend resting and enjoying each other. It's hard becuase we want to get it done before Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, our dog, is going through some anxiety issues. Bless Her Heart. She had to go stay at her grandparents with her cousins and she LOVES it there. However, she started licking her paw feverishly, turning it into an anxiety spot. We took her to the vet on Monday and had to laugh because it was so sad. She's on antibiotic and WILL NOT keep her bandages on. So, we'll probably have to put one of those conehead things on her head. WHICH WILL BE TERRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;She's just so dadgum sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car's power steering went out last week while I was driving it. Kind of dangerous, but I made it to Christian Brothers. $2000 later and it's brand new. VOMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone also broke at one of our events last week. Thankfully it was the old Iphone and I was eligible for the new one for a cheaper price then $400 bucks. We just had to laugh at last week. It was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and I went our 10 year high school reunion in October. I'm a dork and didn't take pictures!! I'm sure you've already seen them on other people's blogs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and I spent the first part of Halloween night at our neighborhood church bounce house. It was fun meeting some neighbors! Did I mention we know 5 couples in our neighborhood! Totally unheard of! But, totally exciting for the next stage in life! Peter and I took Charlie for a walk last night and saw some faces we knew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed emotions about the time change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss and I went to Fireside Pies last night for dinner. We sat on the same side of the booth so we could watch the Election updates. Between Sangria and some truffle oil later, we were pooped! I arrived home just in time for Peter's friend Josh to leave. Instead of watching the election, we went for a walk...which was glorious. Oh wait, I already told you guys that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...leaving our home in Grapevine was very sad. I cried my little eyes out! Not because we were leaving a brand spanking new, beautiful home, but because Peter and I worked so hard to create it. The Lord had a plan all along. We always had people living with us and staying with us! It was basically a dorm and we loved it!!!!! A single man bought it and I hope it makes it a home as we did.  I sure do miss that kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically are semi re-creating that home in our new/old house. Same color scheme with a few added touches! We were very happy with our paint choices and light fixtures so that was an easy transition.  As of today we have no kitchen cabinets. They will be replaced with pretty new ones on Monday. Peter is working hard on some amazing concrete countertops. We chickened out of doing it at the last home. I'm excited to see the outcome!!!! There's still lots to do and I am so tired of the dust...but I am so ready for for it to be done!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all of this, Peter started a new job..which he loves by the way!!! If you know me, or have talked to me in the last month you know how crazy it's been between moving, new job, broken cars, health issues (i'm fine), and a sensitive job. But, the Lord has been so gracious to us during this time. He's continually helping Peter and I keep focus of what's most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we're both very ready to get settled..in all areas of life.  If I can find my camera cord, I may or may not show you the outcome of the new home. I didn't take pictures of the before! I was over it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I love fall and can't wait for the holiday season!!!!!! Our 2nd anniversary is coming up in a month! HOLY HANNAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then....peace out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6521831772981200111?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6521831772981200111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6521831772981200111' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6521831772981200111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6521831772981200111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-okay.html' title='okay okay'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-2719896012557880053</id><published>2008-11-03T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:01:26.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>I'm back! :) But, I don't have time to update today!&lt;br /&gt;LOTS to share.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could find my camera cord!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-2719896012557880053?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/2719896012557880053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=2719896012557880053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2719896012557880053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/2719896012557880053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-6659663263456107717</id><published>2008-09-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:41:18.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to Blog.</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've caught on with the latest and greatest fall fashion trends already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd enlighten you and show you the top 10 colros for fall!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't talk about how black lace is in as well!!!! Couple black lace with some eggplant and your money on your fashion! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Top 10 Fall Fashion Colors for 2008:&lt;a id="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Iris (Pantone 18-3943) a balanced blue with undertones of purple&lt;br /&gt;Royal Lilac (Pantone 18-3531) red undertones give this hue heat &amp;amp; drama&lt;br /&gt;Shady Glade (18-5624) true green, unlike the yellowish greens of recent seasons&lt;br /&gt;Caribbean Sea (18-4525) extremely popular choice in jewelry &amp;amp; accessories&lt;br /&gt;Aurora Red (18-1550) true, energetic red&lt;br /&gt;Shitake (18-1015) understated yet complex&lt;br /&gt;Withered Rose (18-1435) pinkish with brown undertones - the palette's universal neutral&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Blue (19-3938) its twist on classic navy bridges spring into fall&lt;br /&gt;Burnt Orange (16-1448) a steady background that's gaining prominence&lt;br /&gt;Ochre (14-1046) mellow yellow with a hint of mustard, lightness &amp;amp; spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246440530299346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8Z3Y-0XKI/AAAAAAAABCo/8QJ2iGTMfjk/s400/pantone_color_report_fall_2008_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't near as much fun as it used to be to blog. I guess I just plain don't have time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually sitting at the kitchen table blogging/part watching the Cowboy's game with Peter. I don't really watch much unless Peter starts becoming a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader and scares our dog. Charlie gets so confused. She thinks she's in trouble or something. Then he has to reassure her in every commercial that she's not in trouble. It's hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I'm sure you've all been wondering. Yup we sold our house...in less than 48 hours. Yea, but the kicker is...we got 2 offers. The first one fell through due to something, I'm not sure, but we had another within the hour. The same people that were fighting for the house in the first place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pause...going to get a cake out of the oven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm back. Needless to say, we're in the option period. The buyer has until Wednesday at midnight to back out. We're hopeful that he won't and know if he were going to he probably would have already done it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you're wondering....why are we selling?!? Well, that was always the plan. We knew we couldn't afford this house on one salary. So, are has always been to build then sell. The perfect opportunity presented itself for us to build with Peter's discounts and a cheaper lot so we jumped on the chance. It's a very, very sad day. But, of course, we try to be kingdom minded and live within our means. Yes, we made a few bucks on the house which will help a TON for our next house and our savings account. :) We hope and pray that we get to do it again one day. Peter is just way to talented and it was just so effortless. Besides, who wouldn't want to design a new house!!?! It's so much fun. Several people I've talked to are overwhelmed by the idea. (Welp, another touchdown.) Moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE watching Peter get so excited during games. He laughs and laughs and sweats and sweats. It's hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we put an offer on a house this morning in a sister town. :) We're really excited. Well, as excited as you can be to downsize into a home built in 1995. I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but when you live in this beauty, it's a tough go! We're excited to do some things to the new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The down side is, we'll be homeless for about a week in between closings and scrapings of popcorn ceilings....hahaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our realtor has been fantastic!!! If you need a good realtor, Rick Arnold from REMAX is ON THE BALL!!!!! A go getter I tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some pics from our bridal shoot the other day at Kelly Moore's Love Affair Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lissaanglin.com/"&gt;Lissa Anglin&lt;/a&gt; was one of our photographers, and I can't for the life of me figure out the other girls website. It won't work on my computer! Maybe she will appear and I can link her too! :) They did a wonderful job!! I'll share a few of my favorites with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246434720919105890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8UlPWosWI/AAAAAAAABBo/DyXz42xdyzE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246435318404516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8VIBKQi5I/AAAAAAAABBw/5YwqUxusfcM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436100338419282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8V1iF1BlI/AAAAAAAABB4/5Fmd0aX4J74/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246436916733643074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8WlDZniUI/AAAAAAAABCA/mZ7-aUgZ7nE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246438170832698290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8XuDSIe7I/AAAAAAAABCI/rdYcWosFQzM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246438179172860722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8XuiWlQzI/AAAAAAAABCQ/b1SlDLhssV8/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439750972130290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8ZKBwuw_I/AAAAAAAABCY/KTFz2xgUw_0/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246439763011120962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8ZKunDL0I/AAAAAAAABCg/dKR8Jvh2brQ/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my back is hurting! So, I"ll get off the computer for now. Man, I sure do miss my weekly chiropractor adjustments!!!!!!!!!!!! It's just now NEAR as convenient anymore! Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got to go figure out a few gifts for Peter's birthday on Wednesday! Happy 29 PEDRO!!! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620895-6659663263456107717?l=moppyca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/feeds/6659663263456107717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20620895&amp;postID=6659663263456107717' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6659663263456107717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20620895/posts/default/6659663263456107717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moppyca.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-to-blog.html' title='Oh to Blog.'/><author><name>Finally an Abrigg.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01147670990704895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m32/moppyca/peter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SM8Z3Y-0XKI/AAAAAAAABCo/8QJ2iGTMfjk/s72-c/pantone_color_report_fall_2008_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20620895.post-200726435412731134</id><published>2008-08-30T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:18:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Keep UP!</title><content type='html'>Again, I can't keep up with my blog. I've been teetering with the idea of getting rid of it all together. There was a season in my life (about 4 months ago), that blogging was all I did at work. Here, I have ZERO time to be blogging. So, I'm blogging at 8am on Saturday morning. Ironically, I'm at work. Don't worry, I don't have to be. It's Labor Day weekend. I'm waiting on a FedEx package from my parents and it should be here by 10:30am. Apparently they won't deliver it to my home on a Saturday. Whatever. So, here I am catching up for next week, errr, I mean, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, some fun things have recently happened. Peter and I were asked to be models for a few days for &lt;a href="http://www.kellymoorephotograhy.com/"&gt;Kelly Moore Photography&lt;/a&gt;. She held a photography workshop for about 15 people in Dallas. We got to work with some amazing photographers. The first day was fashion. Here are a few from the day. These specific sones were taken by Alex Maldanado. I hate that I don't know the name of his photograhy studio! Brandi, if you know, you can help me give him a shout out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310366184538562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlSg4E6AcI/AAAAAAAABAo/6tdEd5VmX7s/s400/molly_and_peter_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310370825355826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlShJXXQjI/AAAAAAAABAw/sXBKeXEi9vk/s400/molly_and_peter_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310368828137378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlShB7MH6I/AAAAAAAABA4/lEky_bDb6RU/s400/molly_and_peter_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310071318632098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlSPtnZVqI/AAAAAAAABAA/BHjDDlAQ0co/s400/molly_and_peter_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310073321486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlSP1E6d0I/AAAAAAAABAI/EUy9wjpihOY/s400/molly_and_peter_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310080520448786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlSQP5R6xI/AAAAAAAABAQ/v_xVPuZojvc/s400/molly_and_peter_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310078394525362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlSQH-a5rI/AAAAAAAABAY/XkEDjYIvQc0/s400/molly_and_peter_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310082305815970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlSQWi8daI/AAAAAAAABAg/EY8VoWE46wM/s400/molly_and_peter_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The second day was bridal. I'm anxiously awaiting to get to see these photos! These two awesome girls took our photos in the Bishop Arts District. As soon as I see them I will direct you to their blogs!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on...speaking of more pictures, Peter, Charlie, my sister and Daniel and I went to take pictures with Rachael at &lt;a href="http://www.cymbidiumphotograhy.com/"&gt;Cymbidium Photograhy&lt;/a&gt;. Man, I have too many photograhers in my life! :) LOVE IT! Anyways, she so graciously took pics of us for my mom. She graduated with her masters and so this first one we had blown up pretty big with a metallic finish. It's unbelievable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240313651907500722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlVgIWTmrI/AAAAAAAABBA/6BoFdESglnI/s400/FAMILY+PORTRAITS+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240313657060097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlVgbix_JI/AAAAAAAABBI/4xgHfq4G6Co/s400/FAMILY+PORTRAITS+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240313660131834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlVgm_I_HI/AAAAAAAABBQ/hnIbt8plJ_I/s400/FAMILY+PORTRAITS+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240313666655634962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlVg_SiRhI/AAAAAAAABBY/QS1tPuFLUro/s400/FAMILY+PORTRAITS+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240313673878483058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDgr2THXb6s/SLlVhaMmMHI/AAAAAAAABBg/nvkDKb9Wa6o/s400/FAMILY+PORTRAITS+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyways. Peter and I are going to stay at a swanky hotel tonight in Uptown. I'll tell you where after we actually stay there. We got a free night from my mom that she won and can't use~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks mom! We need it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, we've got some news for you...and no we're not pregnant.  We are putting our house on the market!! We're really excited!!!! That was always the plan if you're thinking we're crazy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if you know of anyone that wants to live in a really cool area with an amazing home, you just give me a shout out! 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