tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378972752024-03-07T00:15:41.318-05:00The Ingram NetworkEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-87072109446085010772009-02-19T14:33:00.004-05:002009-02-19T14:42:03.112-05:00Cute Moments with Bible LessonsI've been trying to teach Zoe about trusting God when she is scared or upset about something. Recently she learned some of the words to "Jesus Loves Me". Today she seemed to be tired and feeling under the weather and I told her she could pray to God and ask Him to help her feel better. While I was proceeding to pray, she got this bright smiley look and said, "Jesee Love Me I Know". I'm not sure how much she understands, but it does warm this mother's heart to hear it.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-32265328178193715362009-02-19T13:04:00.010-05:002009-02-19T14:32:23.102-05:00Away From Home But Not Exactly VacationZoe and I have been traveling with Paul while he is working out of town. We left last Tuesday afternoon and went to Harrisonburg, VA. We've never traveled where Zoe remembers it, so she was a little upset that we didn't go back home that night. I think the rush to get ready to leave a day early and all the packing was a little too much for her. She spent the first few days asking/begging to go home. What I thought would be fun and relaxing for us was a big adjustment for her. Zoe does like routine and everything done a certain way, so I should have realized traveling was a big step for her. (Chalk it up to another parenting lesson.) I spent the first few days playing with her and trying to convince her this was going to be fun and this is what Daddy does when he goes out of town and it was ok. We went out Friday night for our Valentine's Day Dinner and spent Saturday doing a little shopping and driving to Lynchburg, VA. Zoe seemed more adjusted by the weekend and I think the idea of seeing<a href="http://www.conleyclan.blogspot.com/"> </a><a href="http://www.conleyclan.blogspot.com/">the Conleys<span style=""> </span></a> had her excited. Plus we made sure this hotel had a pool to give her more activities.<br />We went to church Sunday with the Conleys and Zoe was excited to see the other kids at church. Her behavior in the service was another story (another parenting experience), but she had fun afterwards. So it seemed like a more promising week until Sunday night. That's when I got sick. Poor Zoe had to watch movies and rest with Mommy all day Monday. Out the window went the plans for visiting and swimming, etc although Paul took her that night. On Tuesday I still felt somewhat weak and Zoe was constipated, so we didn't go to a Bible Study like I was hoping. And on Tuesday night, Zoe got sick. So we had to change our plans again for visiting Wednesday.<br />We did get some swimming in though. Zoe felt better yesterday although she didn't eat much, so I took her to the pool. We also went this morning since she couldn't wait to get in after breakfast. We didn't stay long since she seemed to get tired and only wanted to sit on the chairs after we got there. I'm not sure if it was because she didn't feel well, the heater (which scares her) started running and ran for a long time, or if she is tired. We got to bed very late and she woke up at her normal time. Hopefully she isn't sick because we will have to cancel visiting plans again.<br />So our time away has gone a little differently than planned. But on the positive side, we were able to be together as a family instead of Paul having to be gone two weeks in a row and it gave me a chance for some relaxation and extra time to spend with Zoe. I also had a chance to catch up on some internet research, etc that I've been trying to do for a while as well as review and write out some personal goals. Its been a profitable time even though it didn't go quite as anticipated. And I feel more rejuvenated to go home and tackle our taxes!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-34880730073960153012008-12-14T14:35:00.006-05:002008-12-14T15:36:25.058-05:00Most Valuable Employee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvXJCSSNBX_5PQBIb-UL09L2nQ6_POVg1xbFOobNN_xz5zrgtqx0K9VhWMuBeXm-O80HGHDdbjD6ZCD5FeyhZyK4yzmnQPfPUG4LEtiht-rCDpKAxnfBW7BHYZx7Gi3Nh1_2OYA/s1600-h/IMG_3076Blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279746594556815618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvXJCSSNBX_5PQBIb-UL09L2nQ6_POVg1xbFOobNN_xz5zrgtqx0K9VhWMuBeXm-O80HGHDdbjD6ZCD5FeyhZyK4yzmnQPfPUG4LEtiht-rCDpKAxnfBW7BHYZx7Gi3Nh1_2OYA/s200/IMG_3076Blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Zoe and I want to congratulate Paul for being the Most Valuable Employee of the Year at his company! We attended his annual Christmas party last night and he was recognized and awarded for being the Most Valuable Employee. He was also nominated for Engineer of the Year.</div><br /><div>We recognize and appreciate how hard you work for us and we're glad to see you recognized for what you do at work too! We love you and think you're always the Most Valuable Employee! Congratulations! </div><br /><div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-76467299432949868632008-12-09T23:53:00.004-05:002008-12-10T16:29:12.961-05:00Zoe's New FriendZoe has recently become enthralled with Tigger. She never expressed any interest in the Pooh movies that I once rented, although I think she did watch Pooh on TV one Saturday morning recently with Paul. Maybe that's what triggered it...she adores her Daddy and loves to be with him. Whenever she gets a chance to talk on the phone she talks about her Daddy. "See my DaDa"..."DaDa at work"...or whatever else she happened to do with her "DaDa". She also constantly asks where he is during the day.<br />Back to the story after that rabbit trail...because Zoe never watches Pooh, I had no idea she knew who Tigger was. But we went to Blockbuster recently and as we were walking along, Zoe grabbed a Tigger movie off the shelf. At first I was going to make her put it back, but she seemed so excited about her movie that I decided to rent it for her.<br />We came home and I gave her the option of which movie she wanted to see. Tigger was her first pick. Her "DaDa" got nostalgic when Zoe started watching Tigger. That happened to be his favorite character growing up and his Mom saved the Tigger he had as a child. It sat in our attic until just the right moment when Paul decided to dig it out for Zoe. At first she said "WOW" with great big eyes and a cute little smile. Then for a while it was "Eww, Yuck". I let it air out for a few days and Zoe decided that Tigger was ok after all. She found one of her shirts and Tigger was soon wearing it. Then Tigger needed to wear a diaper. He also needed it changed when Zoe needed hers changed. Tigger got his face/eyes washed, has "eaten" Zoe's food and "drank" her juice. She even mentioned Tigger in her sleep. I don't know how long this phase will last, but Tigger is the only DVD Zoe wants to watch during her TV time. I guess we'll see how long this phase will last, but in the meantime here is a cute snapshot I managed to capture.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZsmXLWHeRK87RRW_Pzy32R5zR0FcTA0IEgdWqg_2MD6xxSB468LbOYSWMOsmYIqb8eDnFAx8oQYhcYabdOkzRoTTCQe41_rqZiUxL-VYRdVP49seRcwqV9AQPEnzxxH8VE3wVg/s1600-h/Picture+343.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278275925726626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZsmXLWHeRK87RRW_Pzy32R5zR0FcTA0IEgdWqg_2MD6xxSB468LbOYSWMOsmYIqb8eDnFAx8oQYhcYabdOkzRoTTCQe41_rqZiUxL-VYRdVP49seRcwqV9AQPEnzxxH8VE3wVg/s400/Picture+343.jpg" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-38657696302083800022008-11-06T21:52:00.003-05:002008-11-06T22:14:52.744-05:002 Year PicturesOnce again I tried to get Zoe's pics taken and once again she cried through most of the session. Thankfully my Mom went along and she got Zoe to laugh, especially since the photographer kept acting like she just wanted to get it over with and get us out of there. Maybe the fact that she was training 3 new people on their new digital system had something to do with it. Here are the results. <br /><br /><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"><param name="movie" value="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="l" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=216172782132434380&site=widget-cc.slide.com"/></object><p style="white-space:nowrap"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=216172782132434380&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p1/216172782132434380/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=216172782132434380&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p2/216172782132434380/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=216172782132434380&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p4/216172782132434380/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p></p>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-39907297765854826042008-09-25T12:55:00.000-04:002008-09-25T12:57:11.004-04:00Zoe's Party Pictures<div><embed src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=216172782132117959&site=widget-c7.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782132117959&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/p1/216172782132117959/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782132117959&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/p2/216172782132117959/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782132117959&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-c7.slide.com/p4/216172782132117959/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-89403535692187516942008-09-24T16:14:00.007-04:002008-09-25T09:38:18.228-04:00Happy Birthday ZoeZoe's birthday was Tuesday and she is now 2 years old. Its been such a fun year watching her learn so many new skills and start talking. She uses complete sentences/phrases and tries to say her ABC's and numbers although it is more jabber than the actual letter or number yet. Her play is becoming more imaginative and its so amusing to watch some of the activities she comes up with. She loves Ben (the dog) and at night she will look to see if he is in the bedroom with her. And he is becoming very fat from all the extra food and snacks she shares with him. Its hard to believe my little girl is 2, but its such fun watching her grow. <br />We had a party for Zoe on Saturday evening. She loves Curious George (at least she did until she discovered Caillou), so we had a monkey-themed party. I am very fortunate to have a sister who loves decorating cakes and I took advantage of her skills. She came up with a monkey-shaped cake. We had pizza (one of Zoe's favorites), veggies & dip, a fruit dip w/peanut butter in it (great monkey snack), and cake & ice cream (Zoe can tolerate dairy occasionally now). <br />Paul was able to take Monday and Tuesday off this week. We took Zoe to the <a href="http://www.virginiaaquarium.com/">Virginia Aquarium </a>on Monday and down to <a href="http://www.chesapeake.va.us/services/depart/park-rec/nwrp/index.shtml">Northwest River Park</a> on Tuesday. She loved both because she was able to be outside a lot. The Virginia Aquarium is under renovation, so they have an exhibit where the kids can play with toy construction equipment. Zoe thought it was great! At the park on Tuesday no one was there, so Zoe had the whole playground to herself. <br />Having Zoe was one of the greatest joys for us! We love you Zoe and can't wait to see what all you have learned by next year! Happy Birthday!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-37464871262685151602008-07-21T23:15:00.006-04:002008-07-22T00:11:28.089-04:00Summer Fun<div><embed src="http://widget-30.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=216172782131582512&site=widget-30.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782131582512&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p1/216172782131582512/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782131582512&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p2/216172782131582512/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782131582512&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-30.slide.com/p4/216172782131582512/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-91831708198739970172008-07-03T08:58:00.006-04:002008-07-10T23:59:45.664-04:00Zoe's SurgeryZoe came through her eye surgery with flying colors. The doctor said it went exactly as he hoped and there were no problems with the anesthesia. The nursing staff at CHKD were wonderful. They gave Zoe a sedative to start getting her drowsy while we were still with her so she wouldn't get upset when we left. It made it much easier to get her changed into hospital clothes and check her vital signs. And when the anesthesia nurse carried her into surgery she didn't even cry. <br />Her surgery was about 1.5 hours and we allowed to be there while she woke up. She was a little unsteady the day of the surgery, so we kept her quiet (she slept most of the day), but she was back to normal the next day.<br />At her follow-up visit, the doctor was very pleased with the results. Not only were we able to reduce the strength of her glasses, she is already starting to focus with both eyes. Before her surgery, she had the strongest prescription possible, her eyes still crossed even with glasses, and she only used one eye to focus with. <br />Praise God that this surgery was a success and there were no complications. Thanks also to all of you who prayed for us that day. God answered those prayers and we felt His presence there with us. We are very thankful and truly blessed!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-90992688624569004402008-05-14T12:04:00.003-04:002008-05-14T12:11:44.395-04:00PicturesI took Zoe for her 18 mo. pictures recently (she was 19 mo. until we actually had them taken). She is starting to get scared about it and cried through the whole session. I believe she thinks she's at the doctor. The photographer was wonderful though and she managed to get a few pictures of her smiling. I don't think it helped that I tried doing two outfits, but here are the results! <br /><br /><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=216172782130816926&site=widget-9e.slide.com"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782130816926&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p1/216172782130816926/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=216172782130816926&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p2/216172782130816926/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-56646236266920684082008-05-11T19:28:00.007-04:002008-05-14T12:12:08.818-04:00Happy Mother's Day<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Before I was a Mom</strong> </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never thought about immunizations. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Before I was a Mom</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I had never been puked on. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Pooped on. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Chewed on. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Peed on. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I slept all night. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Before I was a Mom </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Or give shots. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never looked into teary eyes and cried. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Before I was a Mom </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never knew that I could love someone so much. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I never knew how much I would love being a Mom. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Before I was a Mom </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Before I was a Mom </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Someone sent me this via email and I thought it was rather fitting for Mother's Day. Being a mom is so rewarding and one of the greatest blessings from God. I'm so thankful we've been blessed with Zoe and I have the privilege of being a mom! Happy Mother's Day!</em></strong></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-59916884714362149182008-05-02T17:59:00.006-04:002008-05-14T12:11:24.344-04:00Growing Up Too Fast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIhUWND0aKpdNv0JtvXhSpFTsLPPxqK8sPnyGZPkiGUMTBiVSwpsz5mLP8ebklfYTVMuJMyjcMEqFqHpkslY_1c-cKf9wjFnchh-3GaiCxT9dGTpOVY_VZhFjUY_s18GVY22FfQ/s1600-h/IMG_2534.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195906801817762594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIhUWND0aKpdNv0JtvXhSpFTsLPPxqK8sPnyGZPkiGUMTBiVSwpsz5mLP8ebklfYTVMuJMyjcMEqFqHpkslY_1c-cKf9wjFnchh-3GaiCxT9dGTpOVY_VZhFjUY_s18GVY22FfQ/s400/IMG_2534.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I haven't had a lot of time for blogging lately (posting or commenting), but I did want to post an updated picture of Zoe. Its hard to believe she's 19 mos. old. I'm sure I'm a little bit partial because she's my kid, but I think this is one of the sweetest pictures.<br />Everything is pretty much the same as far as her reflux. She's still unable to tolerate dairy or soy and is on the highest possible dosage of a new medication. And she's still almost off the growth charts because she's so tiny, but at least she keeps slowly gaining and hasn't stopped thriving (she's in the 5th percentile for weight). Praise God between the medication and a bland diet (for the most part), she is doing better and actually has been sleeping through the night. We were able to cancel her endoscopy for now at least (I did not relish the idea of having to give her anesthesia).<br />Also, her right eye has shown improvement with her glasses, so we were able to hold off on eye surgery and hopefully she won't need it ever. The Ophthalmologist was very surprised the glasses worked, but it was confirmation to me Who is really in control. God has graciously answered our prayers concerning Zoe and so wondrously provided for us and we are so thankful!</div><br /><div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-50562605259236337612007-12-19T10:15:00.001-05:002007-12-19T10:37:07.441-05:00What We've Been Up ToI haven't had a lot of time to post lately, but here is a quick update and lots of pictures of what Zoe has been up to. I started working from home for the same company as <a href="http://www.thehinesherald.blogspot.com/">Katrina</a> in November and that was a very busy month. It has slowed down this month, but with Christmas shopping and decorating I haven't minded too much. <br />Zoe went to see a GI specialist in November and he thinks she just needs more time to outgrow the reflux and dairy/soy protein allergy. I have decided to continue nursing instead of going the formula route (the only option since she can't have milk), so I am back on the no dairy/soy diet too. The upside is that I won't have to worry about any extra holiday pounds!<br />Zoe's cast has come off and she uses her arm as if nothing happened. It has been a lot of fun watching all the new things she is learning. She has started climbing (not so fun) and loves to "help" cook. I give her a bowl and a spoon and occasionally add snacks and she stirs them up.<br />Paul has been working 60 hour weeks lately and starting tomorrow he is off through most of the holidays. I think he has to work one or two days until after New Year, so I am rejoicing that we will have some family time! Hope all of you have a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year!<br /> <br /><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-16.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=216172782128281622&site=widget-16.slide.com"></embed><br /><div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&ad=0&id=216172782128281622&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-16.slide.com/p1/216172782128281622/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&ad=0&id=216172782128281622&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-16.slide.com/p2/216172782128281622/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-12062820615969800632007-10-22T15:25:00.000-04:002007-10-23T15:46:56.952-04:00And Its A Pink Little CastThe orthopedic surgeon was able to see Zoe first thing this morning and his diagnosis was a broken arm. He did not take another X-ray since he thought cartilage was hiding the fracture and it would not show up. I learned something new at least--toddlers very seldom ever sprain anything and toddler's fractures as they are called are fairly common.<br />And Zoe slept through the whole examination and only woke when they were completing the cast. That was a blessing! She did cry out during the exam when the doctor twisted her wrist (which was his confirmation it was broken), but she went right back to sleep. It may have been the Tylenol I gave her, but I felt like God helped her stay asleep too. For Zoe to sleep like that is unusual, so I was very thankful.<br />Zoe will have to wear this cast for the next 3 weeks. The cast is much lighter than the splint, doesn't pull her shoulder and accommodates clothing with sleeves. Once the cast was on, Zoe felt the cast and then her other arm trying to figure out what this thing was. It was rather comical.<br />After we left the doctor's office, I took Zoe to see her Aunt Hannah at work. We got a cup of soup and a muffin to share there and had lunch while Hannah was on break. And I learned one advantage to this cast there--when your child is holding her purse in one hand, she can't grab displays with the other. However the cons outweigh the pros, so I'm glad its only 3 weeks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRNsGWQXEbupkyjzmB3vxKxg0j6W7H_pZqRAY63fw-6QSnq_cIuK_vKdt_pg76V4SgKKka5FKfpV9TspxI5YI1RcQldqwv6tU3TCf2v6nQvvC28JSoAPwBpjyjdZ1b6D6wQghWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124258468634476626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRNsGWQXEbupkyjzmB3vxKxg0j6W7H_pZqRAY63fw-6QSnq_cIuK_vKdt_pg76V4SgKKka5FKfpV9TspxI5YI1RcQldqwv6tU3TCf2v6nQvvC28JSoAPwBpjyjdZ1b6D6wQghWQ/s400/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZrsydt1I9k9GLxddl7Uz1ICb0-V8JY0UYDsavT75vnmGU-1Od64gU2ttCliyb90s6ORgXRqinF0jLfsk5xE4e5giY1HzINAxBkRLl6UPuKl_Oj5Pmy06ryWS2RpH5Z35vwDIGQ/s1600-h/IMG_2086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124258485814345826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZrsydt1I9k9GLxddl7Uz1ICb0-V8JY0UYDsavT75vnmGU-1Od64gU2ttCliyb90s6ORgXRqinF0jLfsk5xE4e5giY1HzINAxBkRLl6UPuKl_Oj5Pmy06ryWS2RpH5Z35vwDIGQ/s400/IMG_2086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwVhxTlGTHFdgAJcyNawAuJ7nD6BlO5Sis8yDXNNCTQEqTXSnpAPlYNXF7RimATLdPJcGuuf8pLY56TipvXfEA8-KTtN4_GTCcUhCrHylgrN-MODLY_WfxMZVbVAbHU269YOm9g/s1600-h/IMG_2089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124258490109313138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwVhxTlGTHFdgAJcyNawAuJ7nD6BlO5Sis8yDXNNCTQEqTXSnpAPlYNXF7RimATLdPJcGuuf8pLY56TipvXfEA8-KTtN4_GTCcUhCrHylgrN-MODLY_WfxMZVbVAbHU269YOm9g/s400/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2V5T67858nz9jtJkxoMq4Lz88bmZJ20kPS6ryufAsFKmliI_GQOarD04rAD7MV-qsNiZR2kxHS6aOAfwoCnTRbRbbbPtDgQH12962NcNtZj2Srhw0WOysOQxPKRIMFqgWTKAq5w/s1600-h/IMG_2092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124258494404280450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2V5T67858nz9jtJkxoMq4Lz88bmZJ20kPS6ryufAsFKmliI_GQOarD04rAD7MV-qsNiZR2kxHS6aOAfwoCnTRbRbbbPtDgQH12962NcNtZj2Srhw0WOysOQxPKRIMFqgWTKAq5w/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKcQcJeEg50pXXLpG1hWXaY-dIjKIjdftBEPSPMhYci2NdY9yKgt8YfSl9dr02lkWfaBeSqC6WWMpUF_yt-OvyglyP6pdotdmuc0XI_jjpANQqfuh82IfdFWBAUy_ryOZJjf7gA/s1600-h/IMG_2093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124258507289182354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKcQcJeEg50pXXLpG1hWXaY-dIjKIjdftBEPSPMhYci2NdY9yKgt8YfSl9dr02lkWfaBeSqC6WWMpUF_yt-OvyglyP6pdotdmuc0XI_jjpANQqfuh82IfdFWBAUy_ryOZJjf7gA/s400/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-43990095820989453292007-10-21T08:47:00.001-04:002007-10-21T23:15:28.596-04:00Broken ArmYesterday Zoe was happily playing and carrying a little dress around with her. Somehow in the course of traversing the den with it she tripped and fell. It seemed like just a normal toddler fall that happens all the time. However she started crying immediately and when I picked her up she wouldn't be consoled. I noticed she kept holding her left wrist and she wouldn't use it to reach for anything, so we decided we should get it checked out. After a very long wait (3 hours) at the emergency room, they finally took X-rays. The X-ray tech was pretty sure it was broken based on how it looked and Zoe's actions, so she was very surprised that no breaks showed up on the X-rays. Then the doctor took less than 5 minutes to look at it (they were so backed up that there were no rooms available and Zoe got treated in the hallway) and decided that it was probably broken even though nothing showed up on the X-ray. His evaluation was that she fell on her hand and bent the wrist back causing a hairline fracture. He also said these types of fractures usually do not show up on X-rays until about 3 - 4 days after the break. His assumption was that it will show up on the X-ray done by the orthopedic surgeon. The good news is that no bones were out of place and they did not have to set the arm. The bad news is that they couldn't confirm the break or even where exactly it occurred in her arm although they were pretty sure its broken somewhere. I will feel much better after we see the orthopedics, but in the meantime Zoe has a plaster splint from elbow to wrist and an ACE bandage wrapped around her arm. The nurse thought Zoe would probably have to wear it for 3 - 4 weeks, but its up to the orthopedic surgeon.<br />She did start playing much more happily with her arm immobilized. She can certainly still get into just as much stuff with one hand as with two. Thankfully it hasn't seemed to phase her. She doesn't have any clothes with sleeves large enough to go over the splint, so hopefully the weather stays warm enough for sleeveless for awhile. <br />We've also been fighting a cold/flu bug here and Zoe has a very bad cough and runny nose right now in addition to teething and the broken arm. So life has been interesting, but its comforting to know that God never gives us more than we can handle and He is in control of each situation. And Zoe got lots of treats like Oreos, chicken nuggets and french fries out of the deal along with the Honey Grahams her Grandma brought her today and lots of extra attention (like sleeping with Mommy), so I don't think she minds too much (until we go see the doctor again of course)!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaw7AF548wvXZBcWSZHsqe0WZ6LUEQyE48Qu8dbLTfnuD8W_B4cNlen4mkS5U5fAAxW_VGVgMgm6_NN9ie0Mwy8XaToX6KNPFGawKEzxtBQWNlyPH6K1Ffp_NF6T56jVQiDuvQpw/s1600-h/IMG_2075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123991660971081762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaw7AF548wvXZBcWSZHsqe0WZ6LUEQyE48Qu8dbLTfnuD8W_B4cNlen4mkS5U5fAAxW_VGVgMgm6_NN9ie0Mwy8XaToX6KNPFGawKEzxtBQWNlyPH6K1Ffp_NF6T56jVQiDuvQpw/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdrX6EfOF5n69LgK4jgUlS-HO8OVYvgSbp0FfQngo6ZuLCg6OJz76aYiWnL62WnhTxKjQbMt4_U43o40ZIzd2EB5LGBOyBkobkjO5M5dV4V2QWPRz8L2L7mOb16S_quZ-G_0hlQ/s1600-h/IMG_2077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123991669561016370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdrX6EfOF5n69LgK4jgUlS-HO8OVYvgSbp0FfQngo6ZuLCg6OJz76aYiWnL62WnhTxKjQbMt4_U43o40ZIzd2EB5LGBOyBkobkjO5M5dV4V2QWPRz8L2L7mOb16S_quZ-G_0hlQ/s400/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOQMNNpFu52JoqppmVM7FJW_v9XBXrCS8DlXfmm3izX1rx_LsfDEofZDYVpJn8g6f-einXJtUHzsYmoy4oHNKqYBvotPOtkRp0t6OryHdS2v5FI4RatQTlsRStWdkm3FY6IUHKg/s1600-h/IMG_2081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123991673855983682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOQMNNpFu52JoqppmVM7FJW_v9XBXrCS8DlXfmm3izX1rx_LsfDEofZDYVpJn8g6f-einXJtUHzsYmoy4oHNKqYBvotPOtkRp0t6OryHdS2v5FI4RatQTlsRStWdkm3FY6IUHKg/s400/IMG_2081.JPG" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-18261743854699013262007-10-17T14:17:00.000-04:002007-10-17T14:41:28.503-04:00And The Reaction to Dairy Is....not very good. This blog was intended to be about Zoe, but not always about her dietary issues. Its been two weeks since we started dairy products. She seems to do OK with yogurt and cheese, but whenever she gets milk she has a reaction. It seems the more natural form the milk (less processed) the more it affects her. After another visit with the pediatrician yesterday, she decided its time Zoe visits a GI Specialist.<br />We've had a lot going on the last two weeks. Zoe had more vaccinations and had reactions to those the first weekend. The next weekend she broke out in a rash and had a fever which I think was another vaccination reaction to either the measles or chicken pox. In between these events, she started getting her two top teeth. And both times she had a lot of exposure to milk, she had very bad diarrhea and even blood in her diaper. And the last two nights were the first Zoe slept more than 3 hours in one stretch in a week. I kept getting up to check on her because it was so unusual! <br />The GI specialist is going to evaluate her reflux as well which does not seem to be getting better. The doctor recommended either nursing or putting Zoe on soy milk until we figure out what's going on with the cow milk allergy. Zoe has been starting to wean herself, so it may soon be the soy milk. The doctor does not think I need to stop dairy again. Zoe can have foods with milk in them (like breads, etc), just not the actual milk and be careful with cheese and yogurt. I am not looking forward to this visit since some of the tests are quite invasive, but maybe we will get some answers. I am thankful for good medical care and that we have a chance to find out what's going on.<br />So that's the latest update. Zoe is happy and healthy otherwise. She is starting to do some cute things and its so much fun to watch her figure out what's going on. One advantage to having the loft is the great laundry chute it makes. The other day Zoe saw me drop the clothes over the rail. She decided she wanted to help so she marched in the bathroom, grabbed a few clothes and headed off to the loft. Now that's another of her favorite "chores". I'm waiting until she has to do those things--I'm sure it won't be fun anymore!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-47506312891780831752007-10-03T00:41:00.000-04:002007-10-03T01:18:01.088-04:00Home For SaleWe've had our home on the market now for approximately 2 weeks For Sale By Owner and I have finally completed the online listings. I thought I may as well use my Blog for free advertising as well! So if any of you know of someone looking to buy in this area, I know of a very nice one for sale.<br />We are praying for wisdom as we take this step that God will work everything out in His time and according to His will. (He always does anyway, but sometimes it hard not to get impatient.)<br />I've included the links to the online sites if any of you are looking or know of someone who is looking to buy. Most of all we ask that you would pray for us that we would follow God's leading and everything would go smoothly.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><a href="http://norfolk.craigslist.org/rfs/438615214.html">http://norfolk.craigslist.org/rfs/438615214.html</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.infotube.net/search_detail.php?u=EMINGRAM&photo=1&Adnumber=184043">http://www.infotube.net/search_detail.php?u=EMINGRAM&photo=1&Adnumber=184043</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.owners.com/Search/ShowListing.aspx?id=1949617&loc=MA">http://www.owners.com/Search/ShowListing.aspx?id=1949617&loc=MA</a></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-54997299476284984372007-09-29T23:16:00.001-04:002007-09-29T23:22:03.672-04:00Zoe's BirthdayI wasn't sure about doing a theme for Zoe's birthday since I know Zoe won't remember it, but it turned out to be a lot of fun! I went with a Teddy Bear theme and it worked out very well. My sister had a bear pan for the cake, so that was an incentive for the bear theme too. I'll let the pictures tell the story, but I felt very fortunate to find teddy bear plates & napkins at Wal-Mart on clearance. We also had french bread and spaghetti since they are Zoe's favorites. It was a special day!<br /><br /><br /><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=216172782125644895&site=widget-5f.slide.com"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&ad=0&id=216172782125644895&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p1/216172782125644895/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&ad=0&id=216172782125644895&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p2/216172782125644895/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /></a></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-29676531056070905212007-09-29T15:42:00.000-04:002007-09-29T15:44:11.505-04:00What Would You Eat?Zoe had her one year appointment this week. Other than the fact that she remembered what happened about a month ago when she had the flu, it went very well. She cried during the weight check and when the doctor examined her like she knew something bad was going to happen. Then she got happy until the nurses came in for the shots and she realized she wasn't home free after all.<br />Dr. Barkeley said we should start introducing dairy into her diet now. I have been nursing her 4-6 times a day partly because of the allergy issue. Once we know if she can tolerate dairy products, I will start weaning her.<br />We went to the store afterwards for a few groceries and it felt very weird not to have to worry about ingredients. I also had to resist the temptation not to buy everything in sight that I haven't been able to eat. I finally decided on taking it slow and starting Zoe on yogurt once she is over the effects of the vaccinations. And I decided it is probably better for me to gradually ease into it also and not overload her system since she still nurses a lot. So I left the pizza behind and put the ice cream back and settled on yogurt and milk and cheese.<br />I haven't given Zoe any dairy directly yet, but I have started eating foods with cheese on them again. And Paul ordered pizza for us last night since I hadn't had pizza with cheese for nine months. I did not eat much, but it tasted wonderful! And I went to a brunch this morning and ate small portions of Quiche and Cream Cheese Danish and a few other items. This is actually taking some getting used to since I either brought my own food or drove the hostess crazy trying to find out what was in the dish and its become somewhat ingrained.<br />I am taking my time with this because I don't what to eat too much and start enjoying it again only to find out Zoe is still having a reaction. And I almost feel guilty for eating "good" food again. However I am definitely enjoying it! I'm curious to know what would your first food be if you had to be without dairy or soy for awhile and then were allowed to have it again?Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-75634173006594257632007-09-23T23:23:00.000-04:002007-09-27T15:48:04.542-04:00Happy Birthday Zoe<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Today is Zoe's first birthday! She was born on September 23, 2006 at 9:30 a.m. She weighed 6.0 lbs. and was 18" long. Its hard to believe it has been a year and yet we can't imagine life without her. It has been such fun watching all the stages! God has so abundantly blessed us and we are so thankful! She is definitely a bundle of joy!</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><br /></span></div></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Happy Birthday Zoe!</span> </strong></span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLiNOdb-Oq5uph5MvTZWHHDdyd7AN6MK9svjcjbQ79zYj_zdA4XmfCheBKf3dzrMoQ0EzyOPPMjExi4W_7M5bB5DKY-AuJRuT-CGnDEEQdDrNudOwiccmhlTX7Y-x-vAJmN9pew/s1600-h/Zoe+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112537717632057330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLiNOdb-Oq5uph5MvTZWHHDdyd7AN6MK9svjcjbQ79zYj_zdA4XmfCheBKf3dzrMoQ0EzyOPPMjExi4W_7M5bB5DKY-AuJRuT-CGnDEEQdDrNudOwiccmhlTX7Y-x-vAJmN9pew/s400/Zoe+052.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNTpsWUCZf-C5WbcZ92X7d3ftVNQaS0aBU77Kt2ZMafIaReNuEE1hUDOBrEymELHXgSie3QwMEC5prp2i3j1tcs5PL2BHO470gB-0TxrWaNRJkCeZT6_gSBMgMWfOI25TV8Y-OA/s1600-h/Zoe+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112537721927024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNTpsWUCZf-C5WbcZ92X7d3ftVNQaS0aBU77Kt2ZMafIaReNuEE1hUDOBrEymELHXgSie3QwMEC5prp2i3j1tcs5PL2BHO470gB-0TxrWaNRJkCeZT6_gSBMgMWfOI25TV8Y-OA/s400/Zoe+069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5XKDeDLZ1z9hQjLluKocS2rzz-btFToRLX7oAPP3_a6HK-mDoEYY0jg3TYYtxoWI7Stk1EyAVZZjOZt8WP_39oC3Y-O_UQRfAXVU-FnUnrOrXr67j9kPTPB_pBUwq61v72JHog/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113387197738696722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5XKDeDLZ1z9hQjLluKocS2rzz-btFToRLX7oAPP3_a6HK-mDoEYY0jg3TYYtxoWI7Stk1EyAVZZjOZt8WP_39oC3Y-O_UQRfAXVU-FnUnrOrXr67j9kPTPB_pBUwq61v72JHog/s400/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-19499121744821664232007-09-18T11:52:00.000-04:002007-09-18T11:53:23.232-04:00Labor Day WeekendLabor Day Weekend 2006 was spent preparing for Zoe. Its hard to believe it was a year ago, but I went for an ultrasound that Saturday because I was measuring small and the doctor thought we should make sure everything was ok. I was about 36 weeks and the concern was that Zoe was an IUGR (intra-uterine growth restriction) baby. Basically it looked like my placenta was wearing out and Zoe was not getting nourished. This could also potentially cause a stillbirth baby. The ultrasound did not have the greatest results so I got sent to the hospital for a non-stress test. That came back ok, but the doctor was considering bedrest so Paul and I went shopping and bought lots of groceries "just in case".<br /><br />Thankfully I never had to go on bedrest, but I did have to go to the hospital once a week for non-stress tests and to EVMS for a high-risk pregnancy ultrasound. That in itself was interesting since they could actually measure the blood flow from me to Zoe. Anyway long story short, it was after the ultrasound at EVMS that the doctor decided to induce at 38 weeks. And her birth is another story in itself, but it definitely made for an interesting holiday last year.<br /><br />So for Labor Day 2007 I had a pretty boring weekend planned--run the vaccuum, catch up on everything I was behind on, take it easy, etc. God saw fit to alter my plans. Friday morning Zoe just wanted to be held which was rather unusual. Normally she is squirming to get down and play. I didn't really think too much about it at first--just thought maybe she was tired or it was her reflux. We had taken her to the doctor a few weeks ago because she had started waking every 2-3 hours and would not settle down during the night. This had been getting progressively worse as she got older (I have since read that often happens as more food gets added to their diets). We had stopped treating for reflux after the milk and soy allergies got resolved and she stopped throwing up as much, but her pediatrician thought we should start treating it again as well as get some labs done. All the tests came back normal (praise God!) and the medicine worked wonders. Zoe slept all night the very first day we gave it to her. But I digress. By Friday afternoon Zoe had a fever. I called the doctor on Saturday and they told me to monitor her and call in on Tuesday if she wasn't any better. I did nothing but hold Zoe all weekend. She wouldn't sleep unless she was with me, so I took naps whenever she did since we were up and down all night. Monday I thought she was getting a little better, so we went to my parents for a cook-out. Monday night she thrashed around and cried and I couldn't get her calmed down (until we left for the hospital) so we took her to the CHKD emergency room.<br /><br />We spent all night there while they checked for a urinary tract infection, ear infection, chest x-ray, etc. This involved a catheter which they missed on the first try and had to be repeated an hour later. Finally they determined it was a virus and told us to follow up with the doctor the next day. I'm glad we have a children's hospital locally, but it was much more reassuring to see the pediatrician the next day. She told us it was a GI virus that was lasting about 6-7 days. The big concern was that Zoe had not had a wet diaper for 12 hours, so we had to force her to drink from a syringe. The doctor wanted her to have 2 wet diapers by lunch the next day. She encouraged me to nurse her more since that had helped one of her other patients. Also, the doctor thought we were just getting to the worst of the virus. If she meant that's when Zoe would be the most miserable, she was right. Her tummy seemed to bother her more and she broke out in a rash all over her body. I was so thankful Wednesday morning when she wanted something to drink. And that was Labor Day 2007.<br /><br /><br />Zoe is finally over all the sickness although she's been a little cranky so I think she may be teething. Our next big event is preparing for her birthday on Sunday. We've selected a teddy bear theme and since Zoe likes spaghetti the menu was easy. I had hoped my child would not be such a picky eater, but the only vegetable she will tolerate is corn. Paul will feed her peas and green beans just to watch her spit them out (and to try to get her to eat them).<br /><br /><br />Below are a few pics of Zoe when she was sick. One nurse who did the successful catheter was so sweet. She gave Zoe the book she is playing with, got me a pillow so I could rest, and put on a Thomas movie for Zoe. She also sang to Zoe while we did the catheter and it calmed her down.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNprGLDE6KwXqFalZaeBNGN2nmgJj_uiQQCH46ltlokb5QYgOjIkq4GKFAMAeh4PHe8q5evh-S7xIjk9J-STIM6q5BA8MSdBh3CkGPUX2CLUEkha6WCSxepFZsnKm1y8PCejm8nA/s1600-h/IMG_1673.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111571703789464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNprGLDE6KwXqFalZaeBNGN2nmgJj_uiQQCH46ltlokb5QYgOjIkq4GKFAMAeh4PHe8q5evh-S7xIjk9J-STIM6q5BA8MSdBh3CkGPUX2CLUEkha6WCSxepFZsnKm1y8PCejm8nA/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8p0R7wsE4IyDAYBNO9DLS-IoWfC_t2tvxEFjSbghxyedKRgQivlS6mih-n8WDriUooxjLX4E5timQhlExy50N6oz1_H3XAKv11fv5TMmKDUvaEhvBWLoSjRVeF7mR-i_unXT25Q/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111571712379399218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8p0R7wsE4IyDAYBNO9DLS-IoWfC_t2tvxEFjSbghxyedKRgQivlS6mih-n8WDriUooxjLX4E5timQhlExy50N6oz1_H3XAKv11fv5TMmKDUvaEhvBWLoSjRVeF7mR-i_unXT25Q/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-22196798599936129752007-07-28T11:42:00.000-04:002007-09-18T11:53:46.631-04:00She Walks!!Zoe started taking a few steps about two weeks ago. She gradually began walking 4 - 5 steps from furniture to toy, etc. and occasionally would walk across the room. Today, I guess she decided walking is her preferred mode. She doesn't fall as much and if she does, she gets up and walks. Its like she figured why crawl when I can walk? The funny thing is we really did not coach her very much. She just started taking steps on her own and now she's off.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQHdQFc3sTAyGabOVKzUErBwTtRk5RQwxPSSN1NV_6F01yyqcYfQkR_Ut10j9x0g8TuNnFY-Divx9sLKb48QX99PkUNj5EenMsDfubiBjK43JyIbAUsrdinVpCr3OQVr2qbqtaA/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276631400457138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQHdQFc3sTAyGabOVKzUErBwTtRk5RQwxPSSN1NV_6F01yyqcYfQkR_Ut10j9x0g8TuNnFY-Divx9sLKb48QX99PkUNj5EenMsDfubiBjK43JyIbAUsrdinVpCr3OQVr2qbqtaA/s400/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I haven't figured out how to upload the video of her walking yet (if any of you have tips let me know), so I posted a picture of her doing another favorite pastime--watching Charlotte's Web. I rented it and she was so enthralled with the animals, that we finally bought a pre-viewed one.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUQLY6qiJYPPAyLvgRw9GI9R1s74LhRWu6k8ePL1GFaJd1x0pv0-4bjmdy7klQp01bAiTWW6Dcll-DknPvxybOWgnpyl-9-ljGQJ1XiImsajMqNXV8of_DM0xpkeAJMOj-pdcZA/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276644285359042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUQLY6qiJYPPAyLvgRw9GI9R1s74LhRWu6k8ePL1GFaJd1x0pv0-4bjmdy7klQp01bAiTWW6Dcll-DknPvxybOWgnpyl-9-ljGQJ1XiImsajMqNXV8of_DM0xpkeAJMOj-pdcZA/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-84642679042365374572007-07-23T15:30:00.000-04:002007-07-23T15:47:37.564-04:00Couldn't Resist<div>Here are a few pictures of Zoe eating rice. She prefers to feed herself, so I put it on her tray and let her scoop it up with her fingers. She eats much better when I let her do it herself, so it was worth the rice in her chair, down her outfit, on the floor...and she seemed to enjoy it much more this way. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO8ZjPjxVT6BsrhNzAnneYI-RSW1RNKvpjdq454I1HCdSB8IoDkA8ErNi587ShD_9hRiXgsfeXeD5qBQ6Hm2aFi0K8YPdtYkm2WBVkFmCr1Y1mdRjchHCpqaf_p8PK6wNEsp8qw/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090481034423018370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO8ZjPjxVT6BsrhNzAnneYI-RSW1RNKvpjdq454I1HCdSB8IoDkA8ErNi587ShD_9hRiXgsfeXeD5qBQ6Hm2aFi0K8YPdtYkm2WBVkFmCr1Y1mdRjchHCpqaf_p8PK6wNEsp8qw/s400/IMG_1560.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmtehQemc46XSHZOxYUs3j7nnF_0Ljl6hQSrS2eP8UDTEdqcY4YOgj1t2NzctDDyOXNguQvWbg406wIEdfBcIOCo9FLCoSrfBxeAkrJpaYIxjwjGDBEwkJm9cP5XBk5h1ZVQ9qw/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090481043012952978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOmtehQemc46XSHZOxYUs3j7nnF_0Ljl6hQSrS2eP8UDTEdqcY4YOgj1t2NzctDDyOXNguQvWbg406wIEdfBcIOCo9FLCoSrfBxeAkrJpaYIxjwjGDBEwkJm9cP5XBk5h1ZVQ9qw/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NzMlrFdc3tHyxkntzsNk5_Idb6O_yTqvuYp3Lx2J3QfpOPZytqYr2suS5CXwczp5L9i6J32cLNNABJ9qeSaCZRo_DNnpcZdJU1t5sGSXtyLjG3ZqVzOTG74KUZwAaYX1veSgCw/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090481047307920290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NzMlrFdc3tHyxkntzsNk5_Idb6O_yTqvuYp3Lx2J3QfpOPZytqYr2suS5CXwczp5L9i6J32cLNNABJ9qeSaCZRo_DNnpcZdJU1t5sGSXtyLjG3ZqVzOTG74KUZwAaYX1veSgCw/s400/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-83150800201332196702007-07-12T15:02:00.000-04:002007-07-12T15:41:37.315-04:00My Favorite SubjectJust thought it was time for an update on Zoe and some of her adventures. She is now 9 months old and weighs in at 16.5 pounds and is 28" tall. She is in the 25th percentile for her weight and 50th -75th percentile for her height. Based on her parents I thought this would be reversed. She has begun standing on her own and pushing her toys across the floor while walking. Maybe running behind her toys would be a better term--she can definitely move. Thankfully she hasn't learned how yet, but she tries to climb over the baby gates. Some of her favorite places to play are in the dishwasher, the refrigerator, the Tupperware drawer, etc. She loves to feed herself, especially bananas. They squish and are wonderful to put in your hair! And it often means she gets a bath which she loves-or just her face washed which she hates.<br />She still has the milk allergy, but I don't think its nearly as bad anymore. The church nursery accidentally gave her cheese goldfish and although she got a little fussy, it didn't last too long. She has a very sensitive stomach though and often gets irritable whenever we try a new food. Or maybe she is just trying to get out of eating her vegetables! Since she is eating solid foods now, its hard to know if its what I ate or what she ate. She only has one tooth, but I think a second one may be coming in. She loves to torment the dog, so we finally put him in one area of the house and Zoe in the other. He probably wouldn't have any hair left otherwise. Below are a few pictures of her latest escapades.<br /><br /><p><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6PmOWIA0juSKCzu6QkHTW1iKGHWg5bl6tEPOJdVV8lzTGBYYb-d29C1S5WaWRSq9xM58ppmRA3lQbGq7KkaTNNz84HmfzPftQAuyRxL9QPi76kovSSoyaCATsCknbctjH-R1eA/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086394461840582370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6PmOWIA0juSKCzu6QkHTW1iKGHWg5bl6tEPOJdVV8lzTGBYYb-d29C1S5WaWRSq9xM58ppmRA3lQbGq7KkaTNNz84HmfzPftQAuyRxL9QPi76kovSSoyaCATsCknbctjH-R1eA/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">My new toy from Grandma</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJNX_ApP-XwmvTCKEfbngj3XHn5lvbK_nYh0hHjoU0kJTDTKodK3XVxkcW33HWrZMEFeUqrRXiqBrrnYzFyxOBwGRPBignPqvFeSxv0hCVHZ_mn1CEwyE1VIWesdz47qR1thV9w/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086394470430516978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJNX_ApP-XwmvTCKEfbngj3XHn5lvbK_nYh0hHjoU0kJTDTKodK3XVxkcW33HWrZMEFeUqrRXiqBrrnYzFyxOBwGRPBignPqvFeSxv0hCVHZ_mn1CEwyE1VIWesdz47qR1thV9w/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trying to escape</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM8DERjShtdYctJzWXmV7U1hnUTsujqg9V6AHrOmOtHyTW7YM74B0nklGhF6W101FkvtUporlaYPWL29MFvArVaj3lFL60Bqk0OC2EwZMm2t4BLycic6ehhgoMbYfs2TfTuwlHg/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086394474725484290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM8DERjShtdYctJzWXmV7U1hnUTsujqg9V6AHrOmOtHyTW7YM74B0nklGhF6W101FkvtUporlaYPWL29MFvArVaj3lFL60Bqk0OC2EwZMm2t4BLycic6ehhgoMbYfs2TfTuwlHg/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trying to get my other spoon</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqXlZElTKF58wKdJWGmAs6TPHIXmVgBcdz5QDiS0ekI1JRLKeFpioUyWp0s5VyGFb4XXPHmvUT2eZX2wnKrpkm5TtSvRMGDgNV_zKvmxa5s4tQ16HXnuDcJytA0rQp8PVb5ABBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086394487610386194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqXlZElTKF58wKdJWGmAs6TPHIXmVgBcdz5QDiS0ekI1JRLKeFpioUyWp0s5VyGFb4XXPHmvUT2eZX2wnKrpkm5TtSvRMGDgNV_zKvmxa5s4tQ16HXnuDcJytA0rQp8PVb5ABBQ/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh well, guess I'll just play with this</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGugkly-3LnOgB3oStwOFmMU9Q3v1UQ5brKE4y34mb1SaWIY33wuUrapEsYv2LtlNMHuFPL_esoODHVSpoYuC1knLzQUHMKBgjwlePwTHG6e_6KXmS7nVsFj5HDb9xhGmGHdLlA/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086394491905353506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGugkly-3LnOgB3oStwOFmMU9Q3v1UQ5brKE4y34mb1SaWIY33wuUrapEsYv2LtlNMHuFPL_esoODHVSpoYuC1knLzQUHMKBgjwlePwTHG6e_6KXmS7nVsFj5HDb9xhGmGHdLlA/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" border="0" /></a>All ready to cook </p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tqAeWt_tvH4ubOz39rVsfKVgtKVcotFV7QX7IreXjlwl2TpTi0_NT-xYYqRbM9dptTn0avu6tGZpCQsCas1aV8kZr92WIG0fLKV2pX_Saz7u5RySKTcQmFVFyYYGkhmOnkwxLw/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086393774645814930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tqAeWt_tvH4ubOz39rVsfKVgtKVcotFV7QX7IreXjlwl2TpTi0_NT-xYYqRbM9dptTn0avu6tGZpCQsCas1aV8kZr92WIG0fLKV2pX_Saz7u5RySKTcQmFVFyYYGkhmOnkwxLw/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" /></a> Let's Ride!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSTInME1GFSjzWnVyeSdnpiAE1zKHZ1dvPDX625CU61myC9yIzTDwAfidoNya6euYc6zianpeOwo_KMPYk48QCpCrxFW7H-tINeDmG56m-u4lsNXcv5zsfz7lRHJpTl35YWo0cg/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086393787530716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSTInME1GFSjzWnVyeSdnpiAE1zKHZ1dvPDX625CU61myC9yIzTDwAfidoNya6euYc6zianpeOwo_KMPYk48QCpCrxFW7H-tINeDmG56m-u4lsNXcv5zsfz7lRHJpTl35YWo0cg/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love furry things!<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0MjaX13t8rHU01-xUVwDigZIqOXOI912mL9ExKU5KrrSm9JkPB-0qUwunfEA-NuDoXTq9da8ePyqo7KGFY3NpiXSu2cjviFuG_Cu-GtCNEPVEJleY9INbxqr_DHbU-xchdFAXw/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086393796120651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0MjaX13t8rHU01-xUVwDigZIqOXOI912mL9ExKU5KrrSm9JkPB-0qUwunfEA-NuDoXTq9da8ePyqo7KGFY3NpiXSu2cjviFuG_Cu-GtCNEPVEJleY9INbxqr_DHbU-xchdFAXw/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" /></a> See I'm a big girl!</p><p><br /></p>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37897275.post-61135036788338700722007-06-25T16:13:00.001-04:002007-06-25T17:54:06.506-04:00I've Been Tagged....I've been tagged to do this by <a href="http://conleyclan.blogspot.com/">Shannon</a> and <a href="http://danandkaris.blogspot.com/">Karis</a>. After posting these rules, each player proceeds to list 8 relatively random facts/habits about himself/herself. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names.<br /><br />1. I did not know how to cook when we got married. I knew a few basics like meatloaf, meatballs, cornflake chicken, macaroni and cheese, gourmet potatoes and mashed potatoes, but that was about the extent of it (and it was not the style of cooking Paul was used to). My Mom gave me a cooking magazine subscription and Paul (who had worked in restaurants) did a lot of the cooking. I'm not sure what we ate that first year, but I remember trying to cook chicken breasts once for company and I think its the worst thing I've ever served to a guest. Thankfully now cooking is often relaxation for me.<br /><br />2. I love being organized. I have a harder time staying this way since I have Zoe, but I still like a place for everything and everything in its place. This could also be why I like doing our finances--I love to have things in order.<br /><br />3. I have Old Order Amish relatives that still drive in buggies and don't have electricity. My grandparents lived this way when my Dad was born.<br /><br />4. I have a fear of heights and I hate going up open flights of stairs. Once when we were on an anniversary trip, we went to a place called Chimney Rock near Asheville, NC. After we paid $12 for each of us to get in, I realized I had to cross over an open flight of stairs looking down around 2,000 ft. below. I decided to do it since it cost money, but I stayed in the middle of the rock so I wouldn't get dizzy looking down.<br /><br />5. We did not have a television growing up. As a result, we kids loved to read and my poor Mom would have to fuss at us to put our books down and get our chores done. I have a lot of books now that I was given as gifts and have read and re-read many times. My dream is to have a room someday that I can use just as a library. Right now I have books in my den and the loft and the dining room....<br /><br />6. I like NASCAR races. I'm not sure why, especially considering the fact we did not have TV when I was growing up and it wasn't the kind of thing my parents would have watched if we had. I like Tony Stewart as a driver though and it gives me lots of debates with my brother who likes Dale Earnhardt, Jr. I should point out that I don't follow it religiously, but I do like to watch the races.<br /><br />7. I like to camp and hike. We used to go a lot more soon after we were married and want to start going again with Zoe. Our last hike was down Mt. Washington in New Hampshire. We took a shuttle to the top and hiked down. We did not know what we were getting into, but it was an interesting experience. Lets just say we could not walk very well the next day.<br /><br />8. I love collecting crystal and china dishes and cookbooks. I try to limit these items, but I have a hard time resisting inexpensive dishes at yard sales. My Grandma would give us nice dishes or serving pieces for Christmas when I was a girl and my Mom kept them for me until I got married. I am more selective with cookbooks and only get unique or specialized ones, but I love reading them and subscribing to cooking magazines. <br /><br />Tagged: <a href="http://tjnshannon.blogspot.com/">Shannon Logsdon</a>, <a href="http://www.xanga.com/bethek">Beth Keiler</a>, <a href="http://www.xanga.com/lockhart2">Marlene</a>, <a href="http://www.xanga.com/luvmyfamily75">Anita</a>, <a href="http://www.xanga.com/XangaLock.aspx?user=Yoderfamilyof5&ReturnUrl=http%3a%2f%2fwww.xanga.com%2fhome.aspx%3fuser%3dyoderfamilyof5">Andrea</a>, <a href="http://www.xanga.com/erlinyoder">Linda</a>, and <a href="http://www.xanga.com/onebusymom">Karisa</a>. I've edited the list to 7 and picked on some of you on Xanga. I'm looking forward to seeing your random facts and/or habits.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17793838524806342251noreply@blogger.com4