tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8929415228696734742024-03-13T05:04:15.539-05:00Herwig HappeningsHe maketh the the barren woman to be a joyful mother of children. ~~Psalm 113:9JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-55794803509216970382012-03-17T20:37:00.000-05:002012-03-17T20:37:10.666-05:00The Sucker Test<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2abYY0MsHY/T2U0Z0TlFdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eVesgfkghJ4/s1600/IMG_7887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2abYY0MsHY/T2U0Z0TlFdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/eVesgfkghJ4/s320/IMG_7887.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2TQdHfXg6g/T2U0dEF0YII/AAAAAAAAAzs/RVGoCn6XP04/s1600/IMG_7892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p2TQdHfXg6g/T2U0dEF0YII/AAAAAAAAAzs/RVGoCn6XP04/s320/IMG_7892.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">When JT was about 7 months old, he fell off the bed while we were in a hotel room in Las Vegas. I was totally freaking out, which did nothing to help calm down JT. I saw a sucker sitting on the counter and gave it to JT to calm him down. He calmed right down and seemed to have forgotten that he had fallen off the bed. There have been many falls since then as well as bumps, bruises and scrapes. Every since that fall off the bed, when JT gets hurt, I do the "sucker test" to see if he needs to go to the hospital. That sucker test has prevented me from an ER visit all but once. Tonight- JT bumped his forehead pretty hard on our iron bed while he and daddy were playing. Of course, I did the sucker test.... what do you think? Was an ER visit necessary? Not only was it not necessary, but when I brought the camera out - JT brought out his charm. He is such a poser.</span></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It has been a good - but exhausted weekend so far.....JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-12232198211143792392012-01-12T19:18:00.000-06:002012-01-12T19:18:35.073-06:00Fun with DaddyChris is such a good dad. Every day when he comes home from work, he spends time playing with JT - no matter how rough his day was or how tired. I love watching them play. He is definitely a daddy's boy. Sometimes their playing is so rough that I freak out - but {usually} no one gets hurt. And even when someone does get hurt - it has been nothing a sucker can't make better. I usually don't get to take pictures of their interactions because Chris is usually not appropriately dressed for public photos. Yesterday, I told him that he needed to start putting appropriate clothes on so that I could take pictures of him and JT. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> I was about to take pictures but JT was in just his diaper (as he is the majority of the time) - I grabbed some clothes out of the closet and asked Chris to get JT dressed. I did not realize the shorts were two sized too small - but Chris managed to get them on him! Unfortunately - they were so tight that every time JT tried to walk - he fell down.<br />
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First Picture ~ "Avocados for breakfast! woo hoo!"<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana"; font-size: large;">Chris's vacation is over and he has gone back to work. Today, JT got up from playing with his dinosaurs and walked over and got the phone. He walked up to me, threw the phone at me and said "Da Da". I could only assume that he was wanting to call Dada - so we called. Dada was not at his desk - so we had to call twice so JT could listen to Chris' voice on his voice mail. </span><br />
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</span>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-20019296364023720562012-01-11T00:08:00.000-06:002012-01-11T00:08:10.952-06:00New Motivation to Blog<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>OK - I am totally excited about blog books! I saw one of my friends post on facebook that she had just finished her blog book. So after stalking her blog, I googled blog book and realized it was the perfect substitute for Scrapbooking. I figure since I have not scrapbooked in over a year, I need to do SOMETHING... So, I have been putting together my blog books from 2008 - 2011 and I am committed to doing a better job of keeping my blog updated so I don't have to worry about scrapbooking all our memories! I think I can.... I think I can....</strong></span>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-83169901272917701742011-12-24T21:39:00.002-06:002011-12-24T21:41:02.637-06:00The Quest for that perfect picture....<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYj4fb1Zli0/TvaKIzmCtmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eHOjEfS4Tt4/s1600/1Christmas+Eve.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JYj4fb1Zli0/TvaKIzmCtmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eHOjEfS4Tt4/s640/1Christmas+Eve.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Last year, on Christmas Eve, I wanted to take a picture of JT in a Santa hat. Chris laughed at me and said that it would be way too big for him. I told him THAT was the point - it would be cute to see his tiny little head in the big Santa hat. He thought it was silly, but once he saw the picture, he thought it was adorable. But of course every picture we take, we think JT is adorable.<br />
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This year, Chris wanted to get the "exact same picture" with the same hat. I knew this would be a challenge with an active one year old. It seemed especially challenging when Chris informed me that JT needed to be laying down - because that is how the first picture was.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It seemed to work - he reached out for it - but as soon as we tried to lay him down with it on him - he freaked out. So then, I got a brilliant idea..... <br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Yes- I rember that not just one person, but many people told me that things will get easier as JT gets older. Liars Liars - pants on fire! JT will be 7 months old in two days. Although he is not crawling forward - he crawls backwards and does the "butt bounce" and other creative moves to get to where he wants to be. Most of the time, where he wants to be is with the kitty.... or where there are electronics. He keeps me on my toes - that's for sure. With his increased mobility, I have had to start saying "No, No!" At first JT just didn't seem to get the "No no", but then I said it very sternly with a "mean old mad mommy face". The first time I did that, JT looked at me, his little bottom lip started quivering, and then he cried. It was so pitiful. I no longer feel that pity I felt for that brief moment, because now, when I put on that mean old mommy face and say very sternly "NO NO!" He looks up at me and just laughs and laughs. {{sigh}}</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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We just got back from a trip to South Carolina to visit my cousin Mike and his family. It was an adventure..... he was pretty good, but yet he was definitely a challenge. With two road trips under our belt, we will be taking our first plane trip soon. I can't say I am looking forward to it, but I know it will provide me with a lifetime of memories that I will one day look back and not only cherish, but laugh about. I must admit, that although he is more work than before, he brings more and more joy each day. His smile brightens the room and when he giggles - you seem to forget all of your worries. He is developing an amazing little personality.<br />
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JT has slept in his crib every night since last Monday! Woohoo! I think he finally decided that the swing was getting a little too cramped for his growing body and once he gave the crib a fair try, he realized he could stretch, toss, turn, roll, and just be more comfortable. Nap times have gotten better too! Seems like he can fall asleep anywhere now, provided he has one of his blankie babies to snuggle up with. He continues to form his own unique personality and is keeping us pretty entertained. We re-introduced food. We had stopped feeding him food and went back to formula because he did not seem interested.<br />
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Chris and I went on our first date alone since we brought JT home. We are extremely grateful for Samantha for watching him so that we could go see the Musical CATS. Now... let me tell you an awkwardly funny story about our date.... I was all dressed and ready to go out the door when I realized I had a wet spot on my chest. I thought JT had spit up on me, but I could not seem to get it to dry. So I rushed in the closet to find another shirt that would go with my pants - and then we were out the door. We dropped JT off at Samanthas and headed to the VonBraun Center for the show. I stopped at the ladies room before we went to our seats and while washing my hands, I got a glimpse of my chest in the mirror. TWO BIG wet spots! I nearly cried. WHAT in the world is going on? I tried to dry it out - but it was dry. I was so confused. I came out of the bathroom embarassed as can be and pointed them out to Chris who replied "Um, are you lactating?" At this point, the show was about to start - what could I do? I went in to the theatre with huge wet spots on my boobs. Luckily, the lights soon went out. On our way back home, I was racking my brain trying to figure out what I was getting my chest in to that was causing wet looking spots.... well.... can you believe it was my BRA?! Yep, I bought a few of those really neat gel filled bras a while back. I have not worn them for a while, but grabbed one that afternoon when I was getting dressed. That darn wonderbra leaked the gel stuff ALL OVER me! And it won't come out! I ruined two nice shirts and a camisole before I figured it out. grrrrrrr . So ladies... avoid the gel filled bras. See... it is much better when I just go braless.... {{sigh}} Despite the embarassing moment of walking around looking like I was lactating, we both had an incredible time. This, by the way, was Chris' Fathers Day gift. Next year, he will probably just get a tie! Here are pictures taken of JT while we were on our date:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cam watching JT sleeping</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think he said "I want a doggie"</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>And one final picture.....</strong></span><br />
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</tbody></table>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-20815988856964743592011-06-19T14:29:00.000-05:002011-06-19T14:29:53.550-05:00Happy Father's Day!Happy Father's day to my two favorite daddies! The one who raised me and helped me become who I am today Thomas Author Cyrus (9/22/40 - 12/20/00). Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Not a day goes by that my heart does not ache to be with you again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You were always the life of the party!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You were responsible for my addiction to cruising!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Many memories of jello eating contests and head standing contests!</td></tr>
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And the one who, hand in hand with me, raises our son to help him become the man he will be one day. The man who tolerates my shortcomings and loves me despite them. Not a day goes by that I don't realize how blessed I am to have him in my life.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">December 2010 ~ Brand new daddy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So sweet sleeping...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and son in pool</td></tr>
</tbody></table>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-67224676587175092432011-06-13T12:47:00.000-05:002011-06-13T12:47:35.357-05:00Will he EVER sleep?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCipBH3n2nE/TfZJ3uqU6DI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3nOL_ZcLcB8/s1600/10th+peek+a+boo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCipBH3n2nE/TfZJ3uqU6DI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3nOL_ZcLcB8/s400/10th+peek+a+boo.jpg" width="326" /></a></div>Chris has repeatedly told people that JT sleeps through the night. Everytime he does, I want to stand on a chair or table, stomp my feet and scream at the top of my lungs "NO HE DOES NOT!!!" Every time JT wakes up at night, the words "JT sleeps through the night now" grates through me like nails on a chalk board. It takes every bit of self control that I can muster up for me NOT to go throw a bucket of ice on Chris as he sleeps so soundly. The joke in the house is that Chris' son sleeps through the night, but mine doesn't. Well, this past weekend, Chris took care of MY child while I took care of HIS child. In other words, I slept through the night and Chris was up with JT. It must not be as easy as Chris thought, because he was dragging all weekend and we even missed church because he fell back asleep. It was a good experience for Chris and an AWESOME experience for me. I totally enjoyed my rest. Chris, on the other hand, looked pretty exhausted when he left for work this morning! As usual, JT did not sleep much last night. He did sleep for a solid hour IN HIS CRIB! First time for that! However, the rest of the night, the only sleep he got was in my arms. Naps continue to be a struggle too. I guess for now, and possibly the rest of my life, I will just look forward to the weekends when I can take care of Chris' son while he takes care of mine.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Obsession with his toes (yum yum)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First taste of watermelon ~ can you say "yuk"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"If I hide your ID badge, you can't go to work?"</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-9647046551556975132011-05-31T17:23:00.001-05:002011-05-31T23:06:58.408-05:00Spring Time with James Thomas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A lot has happened since my last blog update.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>JT went on his first trip!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We drove up to WV and celebrated Easter with Gran, Auntie Pam, Auntie Beth and Cousin John.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a party the day before Easter and met lots of family and friends. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Saying good bye was hard.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>May was also a big month!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Mother’s Day, JT rolled over for the first time from Back to belly!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next weekend, on May 14<sup>th</sup>, he rolled from belly to back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is still not doing any crawling with the exception of a little belly crawling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He would much rather be on his feet than on his back or seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went to his very first birthday party.</strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3VNRjul9oI/TaesHqlAb8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/HVH62kKweyc/s1600/figuring+out+the+clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3VNRjul9oI/TaesHqlAb8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/HVH62kKweyc/s320/figuring+out+the+clock.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He discovered the grandfather clock yesterday. He was so cute - he just stared and stared at it. I am sure he was thinking "hmmmm, so that is where that sound is coming from" and probably making plans to try to climb it some day soon. Today, he discovered three more things.... first, he discovered my lip and showed me what a great grip he has. Boy is he strong. Later, he finally discovered his feet. I was wondering when he would discover those cute little toes. And tonight, he discovered the kitties tail. (poor kitty ~ please don't anyone tell PETA!)</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAheYlNPI_I/TaesW8h0FNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/48Bpba4ADi4/s1600/Adorable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jAheYlNPI_I/TaesW8h0FNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/48Bpba4ADi4/s320/Adorable.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is sitting a lot now - he usually uses a toy or boppy for a little extra support. When we try to lay him down - he struggles and struggles to try to sit back up. For the last couple days, he has wanted to stand a lot. His legs are getting stronger and stronger.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6o1ng5DBQws/TaesprasJhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HLBIYnaX3TM/s1600/belly+crawling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6o1ng5DBQws/TaesprasJhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HLBIYnaX3TM/s320/belly+crawling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He still has not rolled over on his own, but he is starting to do a lot of belly crawling.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgLTOAcCI6o/Taes7Fi9hgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/OGm9L0cjoEI/s1600/IMG_6003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgLTOAcCI6o/Taes7Fi9hgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/OGm9L0cjoEI/s320/IMG_6003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, I put him in his portable swing, the lights were only working on one side. He looked kind of sad about it..... I told him that it was OK that only half the lights worked.....</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcLUUVDMQGk/TaetFCovvmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oVUqG63l5Zk/s1600/IMG_6001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcLUUVDMQGk/TaetFCovvmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oVUqG63l5Zk/s320/IMG_6001.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Obviously.... I was wrong...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess mommy is discovering a few new things too....</div>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-37075838599807463552011-04-12T10:04:00.000-05:002011-04-12T10:04:01.768-05:00Time..... it sure does fly.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somebody slow down the clocks! My baby is growing WAY too fast! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">JT has been a busy little boy the past month! At 3 1/2 months, he is a whopping 16 pounds! It makes me really sad to have to put clothes that he has never worn in the give away pile :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cBLg96kvFE/TaRbgNoVzfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kR7FscKpiGE/s1600/Shoes+Check+em+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cBLg96kvFE/TaRbgNoVzfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kR7FscKpiGE/s320/Shoes+Check+em+out.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He wore his first pair of shoes! Ralph Lauren Tennis shoes ~ courtesy of Auntie Pam</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfei-Qx8TU8/TaRepoPN7yI/AAAAAAAAAes/MhjzHyUNlRY/s1600/IMG_5719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfei-Qx8TU8/TaRepoPN7yI/AAAAAAAAAes/MhjzHyUNlRY/s320/IMG_5719.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He got to meet his Grandpa Herwig! ~ The 3 James Herwigs... James Arthur, James Christopher and James Thomas</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1iDDAleogk/TY-7AzQpX5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/ceb48TaSAXo/s1600/70th+38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1iDDAleogk/TY-7AzQpX5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/ceb48TaSAXo/s320/70th+38.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sherry, Grayson and Charles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDzRkGf_t4I/TY-vTyG9nAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yhATrcqlzD4/s1600/70th+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDzRkGf_t4I/TY-vTyG9nAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yhATrcqlzD4/s640/70th+7.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">7 candles ~ one for each decade!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYxEHqnUOLM/TY-vVJVjaRI/AAAAAAAAAck/yOmNv0K6YLY/s1600/70th+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYxEHqnUOLM/TY-vVJVjaRI/AAAAAAAAAck/yOmNv0K6YLY/s320/70th+9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lots of yummy food!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwkNz61xd1U/TY-vX97wdWI/AAAAAAAAAco/_DkUVUBlFsY/s1600/70th+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwkNz61xd1U/TY-vX97wdWI/AAAAAAAAAco/_DkUVUBlFsY/s320/70th+10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Judy (Jimmy's sister) and her husband John came all the way from Boaz.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T6U4aY-Mvc/TY-vadV1rzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3QYUHkcpkSc/s1600/70th+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T6U4aY-Mvc/TY-vadV1rzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/3QYUHkcpkSc/s320/70th+14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marie, Darcy, Jon and JT</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2DSVSU-O3U/TY-vcMLBMmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/J28aLUlRjbA/s1600/70th+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2DSVSU-O3U/TY-vcMLBMmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/J28aLUlRjbA/s320/70th+16.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nana and Leslie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtRQw-XF2Hc/TY-6hhaAYAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6kE5w7IvsRo/s1600/70th+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtRQw-XF2Hc/TY-6hhaAYAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6kE5w7IvsRo/s320/70th+17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The grandkids (Brenna and Mary Kate are missing)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVvKK-l7lZ4/TY-68DbPyxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1Rva4yPETKA/s1600/70th+32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVvKK-l7lZ4/TY-68DbPyxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1Rva4yPETKA/s320/70th+32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Opening gifts! Grandad got a new computer from the group!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzPXKwZfL3Y/TY-64BN3nKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/txtvPPLnXz0/s1600/70th+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzPXKwZfL3Y/TY-64BN3nKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/txtvPPLnXz0/s400/70th+20.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The three stooges ~ Chris, Steve and Jon (in birth order)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwBeTmXDnvA/TY-65zh9_xI/AAAAAAAAAdE/sXE8h1FX4vY/s1600/70th+30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TwBeTmXDnvA/TY-65zh9_xI/AAAAAAAAAdE/sXE8h1FX4vY/s400/70th+30.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Opening Gifts</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlBYwmZc8Dk/TY-62wXGb4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VQHfiGpOl70/s1600/70th+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlBYwmZc8Dk/TY-62wXGb4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VQHfiGpOl70/s320/70th+18.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sandy, JT and Chris</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipGLKQlgPXA/TY-vYrXYhJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/P4l_LV14BDU/s1600/70th+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipGLKQlgPXA/TY-vYrXYhJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/P4l_LV14BDU/s320/70th+12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leslie ~ Jordan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwjtTzv5V2o/TY-6_vQi_uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZiSWOB6PE9Y/s1600/70th+35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwjtTzv5V2o/TY-6_vQi_uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZiSWOB6PE9Y/s320/70th+35.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Carter and Rosie reading birthday cards</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP2r58C6VyA/TY-69f61pYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MVn_21DdvSs/s1600/70th+33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dP2r58C6VyA/TY-69f61pYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/MVn_21DdvSs/s320/70th+33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jon Darci and Marie watching grandad opening gifts.</div>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-24242247341704368042011-03-24T14:14:00.000-05:002011-03-24T14:14:39.442-05:00Go Ahead.....Brighten My Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9KWpKJ02g9o/TYuVN_Uik3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/uttM7w61pwE/s1600/bad+days+are+impossible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9KWpKJ02g9o/TYuVN_Uik3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/uttM7w61pwE/s320/bad+days+are+impossible.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PAzx2GQCvEo/TYuVb0T_YLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wLLySZaPPAw/s1600/IMG_4831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PAzx2GQCvEo/TYuVb0T_YLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wLLySZaPPAw/s320/IMG_4831.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xEk6XC2QdTw/TYuXZDnJH5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/VMgn7PMF3zs/s1600/IMG_4853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xEk6XC2QdTw/TYuXZDnJH5I/AAAAAAAAAcY/VMgn7PMF3zs/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Life is rough. Life is full of disappointments. Life is full of loss.We sometimes have to see those we love hurt. Some days are tougher than others. My day has been a tough one, and I was feeling pretty down. But then, JT woke from his nap. And seriously, can you look at this child and not have your spirits lifted just a little?JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-61264753207933600822011-03-21T22:24:00.000-05:002011-03-21T22:24:02.354-05:00OK... Seriously... who was I fooling?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDO-Dy_XAI8/TYgWER1SCMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ThQL4fdd3J0/s1600/3months%2Boutfit%2B%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sDO-Dy_XAI8/TYgWER1SCMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ThQL4fdd3J0/s400/3months%2Boutfit%2B%25233.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
For some reason, I thought that keeping up with this blog would be a piece of cake. I figured when I was in Europe and traveling all over, I had something to write about and had plenty of free time to update the blog. When I got back, my life seemed to be so boring that there was not really much to write about. I thought that having a little one around would give me plenty to write about. I was under the assumption that I would still have plenty of free time. Why didn't someone telling me that raising a child was so time consuming? I mean, people told me it was a lot of work - the hardest, yet most rewarding job, blah blah blah... but why didn't anyone REALLY tell me how exhausting it was? No, instead all of you parents sat back and just waited for the opportunity to laugh at me. ha ha -funny y'all. Yep - it is tough. It is exhausting. I seem to have to choose between eating, sleeping or showering. I get time to do one of the above - and unfortunately - I choose eating. But this is definitely THE most rewarding time in my life. I love every single bit of it. I live for those sweet early morning smiles and giggles. Me... the person who dared anyone to call me before 10AM. Those smiles and giggles make it worth getting up early in the morning. So....don't expect to come to my house and see me in much more than pajamas or sweats covered in spit up (or worse). Don't expect to come to my house and expect me to prepare a meal for you. Don't expect to walk in my door and see a clean house. Because if that is what you are expecting, knock on my neighbor's door instead! What you can expect to see if you visit is the most precious little one you ever could imagine. Don't expect him to always be cooing, giggling and smiling.... you will be disappointed. But I guarantee he is just as cute when he is screaming bloody murder.JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-80806842532438302722011-03-09T01:14:00.001-06:002011-03-09T01:16:23.959-06:00JT ~ 11 Week pictures ~ Karen Bagley Photography<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F115291735223305633007%2Falbumid%2F5581948848663146993%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-29437305355583812172011-03-08T23:23:00.000-06:002011-03-08T23:23:35.937-06:00Newborn Pictures by Amy Boston PhotographyThese pictures were taken when JT was almost a week old.<br />
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwFKC07eDUQ/TXb5iHLw1LI/AAAAAAAAANc/fkwOsTUS8rk/s1600/jt1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwFKC07eDUQ/TXb5iHLw1LI/AAAAAAAAANc/fkwOsTUS8rk/s400/jt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581923152611562674" /></a>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-83966285083373847692011-01-08T10:02:00.003-06:002011-01-08T10:10:22.326-06:00Finally! After over 17 years of waiting......<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiML0LeFEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hWBl6xV_F58/s1600/Tiger%2Bby%2Bthe%2Btail.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiML0LeFEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hWBl6xV_F58/s400/Tiger%2Bby%2Bthe%2Btail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559847874602079298" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiMLdZtbuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xx7DdKNzYbY/s1600/162902_10150089211248209_165968138208_5856771_5362323_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiMLdZtbuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xx7DdKNzYbY/s400/162902_10150089211248209_165968138208_5856771_5362323_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559847868487790306" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiMLS2zr4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YO2QyBVDr0I/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiMLS2zr4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YO2QyBVDr0I/s400/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559847865657044866" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiMK2A9VKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/v5oyRzVfzGk/s1600/IMG_1895.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2dTy-NYY8M/TSiMK2A9VKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/v5oyRzVfzGk/s400/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559847857914991778" /></a><br />After 17 years of disappointment, frustration, procedures, surgeries, medication, injections, miscarriages, etc., we finally have a son! James Thomas (JT) Herwig was born Tuesday December 21, 2010 at 6:27 pm. He was 19" long and weighed 6 pounds 10 ounces. JT did not grow under my heart, but in it. We will forever be grateful to his birth mother for her selfless decision. He is our life!JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-67957582799077336502010-12-02T15:57:00.002-06:002010-12-02T16:18:23.967-06:00Losing a little bit of me...On November 27, the Village Inn in Milton WV closed it's doors. It was a very sad day for me. I was sad that I was not there for their final day. You may wonder why the closing of a local pizza place was such a sad occasion. The Village Inn was more than just a local pizza place. I spent more time at the Village Inn during my high school years than I did at school. I started working there when I was 15 years old. The Wallace family who owned and managed the Village Inn immediately took me in just as if I were part of their family. Billy Joe and Janet Wallace were a huge part of not just my life, but a part of the lives of about every person in our small town as well. Billy Joe would bring the catering truck to the high school where the majority of students would purchase their "half and a drink". The "half" was a half of a sandwich - a pizza bread sandwich. The Wallace's were always supporters of every club in School. They were so generous to our school. The Wallace's children all worked there at one time or another. I have such good memories of the place. I spent my 16th birthday working there. The Hurricane Volunteer Fire Dept (who were regulars) brought me in a birthday cake and sang happy birthday to me. I met some great people working there. It truly felt like a part of me died on November 27. <br /><br />Today, a friend of mine who lived next door to the house I grew up in, told me that they were cutting down trees in my old yard. It was not just any ordinary tree that they were cutting. They were cutting two trees that my daddy planted shortly after my parents had the house built in 1969. They were little pine trees. On my trips back to WV, I often drive up on "the hill" where I spent my child hood. I always look at those HUGE trees and think - WOW - I remember when they were about 2 feet tall. Not sure why it made me so sad to hear that they were being cut down, but it did. I called Chris to tell him about it and I broke down and cried. It seems like there is nothing that has not changed since my childhood. I have gotten fat.... I have lost my dad....my school was bulldozed down and they flattened the hill that it sat on... the pond down below my childhood neighborhood (the same one I was baptised in) was filled and there is now a house sitting where the pond once was... The covered bridge that I cherished has been moved not once - but twice...the local pool was closed and filled in... my home town is not the same...... the owners of my childhood house have let the hillside grow over and I am pretty sure no one is going down there and fishing and catching crawdads like I used to.... businesses I grew up with are closing... some friends have passed away.... <br /><br />I know that life goes on ~ but I would love for some of the things from my childhood memories would stay the same. I guess that is why we cherish our childhood memories... because things will never be the same as they were when we were children. Sometimes, growing up is not fun.JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892941522869673474.post-31250351695238956002010-11-05T11:49:00.002-05:002010-11-05T11:56:20.493-05:00HOLY COWSo, has it REALLY been over a year since I posted to this blog? Yes.... yes, it has. I am making a commitment to getting back to the blogging. Lots of changes going on in our life and blogging will probably be the best way to keep every one updated. Most all of you probably already know that Chris and I will be parents sometime around the end of the year. We are very excited for this opportunity, and while I am not carrying the baby under my heart, I am carrying him in my heart. We are extremely grateful to the birth mother, Hollie for her generous gift. Now... sit back and prepare to be entertained or perhaps bored from the weekly postings of the Herwig Happenings...... My first post after this blogging committment will come next week - so standby.....<br /><br />Oh - and here is a sneak peak on something else I am hoping to get invovled with....<br /><br /> <a border="0" href="http://www.shelfreliance.com/parties" mce_href="http://www.shelfreliance.com/parties" title="Shelf Reliance Home Parties" target="_blank"><img src="http://shelfreliance.com/img/buttons/hp_comeparty.jpg" mce_src="http://shelfreliance.com/img/buttons/hp_comeparty.jpg" /></a>JT's Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09537419945762812753noreply@blogger.com1