tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13214555255588603862024-02-06T23:38:52.543-06:00The Life and Times of Mommy.Hi! I'm Jennifer. I've been married to Paul for 14 years. We have 5 beautiful children, and are currently expecting #6! Ashton is 14, Sydney is 11, Jacob is 6, Noah is 4, and Emmie is 2.Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-26771665583743534372011-04-27T11:19:00.001-05:002011-04-27T11:22:12.517-05:00Wordless Wednesday...Easter 2011<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yBIOqfoUmkQ8enGzFyHXCDAF2klsxdY40WwyAo9szOv3k2ZwTEVQljNVkyBEH0_Il8F8XMYMIIyBndQPx1OJUolh1YqFXj-Nshifj5hsQEx-_z8iXl_asdzHXx7x5KIMnNNX-axgaxA/s1600/P4242218.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600299179697799826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7yBIOqfoUmkQ8enGzFyHXCDAF2klsxdY40WwyAo9szOv3k2ZwTEVQljNVkyBEH0_Il8F8XMYMIIyBndQPx1OJUolh1YqFXj-Nshifj5hsQEx-_z8iXl_asdzHXx7x5KIMnNNX-axgaxA/s400/P4242218.JPG" /></a> Hope everyone had a blessed Easter!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">TTFN,<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a><br /></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-23337146863604087362011-04-05T12:48:00.006-05:002011-04-05T16:12:47.882-05:00'take another little piece of my heart now, baby...'<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry I haven't posted, but I've been kinda busy...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the belly shot the night before she was born.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh011dkFpSk8pc3x06JB8OK_CRtqbiZj9xhcdWOMVoec-IPqlxZXNcLIesuCmABZK1U5JtjJEt2rx7tb1f9uTgsqGqzBU_Rpo65NcvTjolVcUSzEqXJPgZjLyxV-7XUtXI8yhMLQ5WDjEk/s1600/P3231966.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh011dkFpSk8pc3x06JB8OK_CRtqbiZj9xhcdWOMVoec-IPqlxZXNcLIesuCmABZK1U5JtjJEt2rx7tb1f9uTgsqGqzBU_Rpo65NcvTjolVcUSzEqXJPgZjLyxV-7XUtXI8yhMLQ5WDjEk/s400/P3231966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592160464014251730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wow. ALL baby, right??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet the baby inside...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~Welcome~~ </div><div style="text-align: center;">Aubrey Alaina Waltman</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjHhWIfEKoBAp1QiuhAv44NChbGf82_IWf7EkrCI-nKgcvdz8PB2I4gnLFtbetT8KMtDsLqaAg14j-vvBpWDVBoGGo40ELmLybvWsbKnivEXiH2l92IfXNpp2ovDBGPBVlnoBswcwvmg/s1600/P3231980.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjHhWIfEKoBAp1QiuhAv44NChbGf82_IWf7EkrCI-nKgcvdz8PB2I4gnLFtbetT8KMtDsLqaAg14j-vvBpWDVBoGGo40ELmLybvWsbKnivEXiH2l92IfXNpp2ovDBGPBVlnoBswcwvmg/s400/P3231980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592160459514978850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">March 24, 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;">8lbs 6oz, 21.5in long</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My first time to hold her...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpD4U_hbQPZCMRvFXEUyk3xccLr9mvhH5WOCAFItrSzpIMCUl3rwl_cAERnrqFwt0UaBHLWi52MXjtYYLb-E6KUeL-wUA-fa4KXiRhsxyySYuBwEoAubAXWQk7vAKdIzwlKvt0KylJgM/s1600/P3231991.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpD4U_hbQPZCMRvFXEUyk3xccLr9mvhH5WOCAFItrSzpIMCUl3rwl_cAERnrqFwt0UaBHLWi52MXjtYYLb-E6KUeL-wUA-fa4KXiRhsxyySYuBwEoAubAXWQk7vAKdIzwlKvt0KylJgM/s400/P3231991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592159678913415346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Napping together...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQca6u5yUHrt6waEeuay1iH_-3SnxlXkBy9L-YCQhnTdZjgR_e1kRXmB5dk3kONsnW46M-wrOASQgeM8RGsIG9kARyT3HmuoKM8AGsMd8elVvI_6f_00HMGO_HjomL-Kj9SYDsqNOIuPg/s1600/P3242004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQca6u5yUHrt6waEeuay1iH_-3SnxlXkBy9L-YCQhnTdZjgR_e1kRXmB5dk3kONsnW46M-wrOASQgeM8RGsIG9kARyT3HmuoKM8AGsMd8elVvI_6f_00HMGO_HjomL-Kj9SYDsqNOIuPg/s400/P3242004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592159669144465330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet baby girl.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFy7dNAE2oiG-W-SUjhyphenhyphenWEih1e4SAHO_OldOKaUx2HJBPg3SEKtxS1My0njtvQY6nLwN8V2UzvHSlxE_vInv3BWUQi5ePOnP8yJxTAUMOf1bcTYlteZFKvmQF9uM7bwkWlNgLyKGbqto/s1600/P3242006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFy7dNAE2oiG-W-SUjhyphenhyphenWEih1e4SAHO_OldOKaUx2HJBPg3SEKtxS1My0njtvQY6nLwN8V2UzvHSlxE_vInv3BWUQi5ePOnP8yJxTAUMOf1bcTYlteZFKvmQF9uM7bwkWlNgLyKGbqto/s400/P3242006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592159669387117922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at those cheeks!! :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwGVok7AhkD9QjgWW3dbmyyvA3njU6p8rBbKxPq_S8h9k1zFz0KxnZuu8U7k-Yf0ybjyV1CIrtSFMROm1bfSME-oyi9K5Atcql4ApQNIloVu6vzNUlGA_S2WjWytNeVDkHYtt7hD4KYI/s1600/P3242008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwGVok7AhkD9QjgWW3dbmyyvA3njU6p8rBbKxPq_S8h9k1zFz0KxnZuu8U7k-Yf0ybjyV1CIrtSFMROm1bfSME-oyi9K5Atcql4ApQNIloVu6vzNUlGA_S2WjWytNeVDkHYtt7hD4KYI/s400/P3242008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592159662794395410" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Proud Daddy.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4DS5EIPlYH7dSma2tB8BQNzBMTIaQsBOuP8FZXOpwYQHYC6VuvWnsptFBtJlLHzC0iJ07jaXc_JV2d8FtFjL9GzkPyT47PFQyvewC6hdkr3zEOtXLxPvQuqdu5QBeMhnUMsBcbMc-ks/s1600/P3242011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4DS5EIPlYH7dSma2tB8BQNzBMTIaQsBOuP8FZXOpwYQHYC6VuvWnsptFBtJlLHzC0iJ07jaXc_JV2d8FtFjL9GzkPyT47PFQyvewC6hdkr3zEOtXLxPvQuqdu5QBeMhnUMsBcbMc-ks/s400/P3242011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592159660063908418" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Papa love.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhD9jLAKAKCJGfsYMOym8XAiKwjqP5tzfb39_rUedD0dV-de-VV1N6RuNHsP0KOKMjQImyjEdFKm8DqH7sXnXJdt_fxrZdY8C8v0TQg2NjdSCNKRXUNSqJSqEaUURxpNE8X_vrd42gLPA/s1600/P3242012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhD9jLAKAKCJGfsYMOym8XAiKwjqP5tzfb39_rUedD0dV-de-VV1N6RuNHsP0KOKMjQImyjEdFKm8DqH7sXnXJdt_fxrZdY8C8v0TQg2NjdSCNKRXUNSqJSqEaUURxpNE8X_vrd42gLPA/s400/P3242012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592158673205769426" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Going home.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6YjjT9Mcww6YmNSbG1WUhRY9v9wSbUx99NpVWF3hlE1nC9gegXi2u558J6I-X-6Aui0IArgocuABhZxjFscJUlegDilWWppiIlvXLR6SRe2ukbOfjCFE0lnkRBiTwSWw0yOzvPbgWdA/s1600/P3252047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6YjjT9Mcww6YmNSbG1WUhRY9v9wSbUx99NpVWF3hlE1nC9gegXi2u558J6I-X-6Aui0IArgocuABhZxjFscJUlegDilWWppiIlvXLR6SRe2ukbOfjCFE0lnkRBiTwSWw0yOzvPbgWdA/s400/P3252047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592158670305215954" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tiny toes.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOytTNGBUDpXYQtgKKpVv2bgsvQg4-E0ohr-ZZoRFGQzLq-pKa6AYLQ4439RZnn3NFrIpCq6ezoYJ8FSFxoXUUPPk-jI3comtPETVw70gWt6m_WI5M2Nab8UELJHaw5esfUconUqbHV04/s1600/P3252056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOytTNGBUDpXYQtgKKpVv2bgsvQg4-E0ohr-ZZoRFGQzLq-pKa6AYLQ4439RZnn3NFrIpCq6ezoYJ8FSFxoXUUPPk-jI3comtPETVw70gWt6m_WI5M2Nab8UELJHaw5esfUconUqbHV04/s400/P3252056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592158662211730050" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Precious.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUb_IYBO_59E3bbFrq4sZer-pbAx1KlKOloH45hDyDFI4offfXMuKCwR8KKIGiJk581d0bJl04h4_2eOLW1_X9UC3C2iqLNCvBSo2gh14QCCABBUObx4HYC_6oe-xwtCo-8HzwkJKEo4/s1600/P3252053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUb_IYBO_59E3bbFrq4sZer-pbAx1KlKOloH45hDyDFI4offfXMuKCwR8KKIGiJk581d0bJl04h4_2eOLW1_X9UC3C2iqLNCvBSo2gh14QCCABBUObx4HYC_6oe-xwtCo-8HzwkJKEo4/s400/P3252053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592158656058462434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOR_wXh6rBax-Q_1FiVXd2BFMqyZfGrH9t1N8Y6xL8aSp9Jifk-kvy4B7gdRMp6ykC37pbV5RUAANq28QiluJTExF9DBSZfBdUb2VDGAlKaeG9tiSVs_S0oakbL6Tjqp_wCoJkIwUlgQ/s1600/P3252055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOR_wXh6rBax-Q_1FiVXd2BFMqyZfGrH9t1N8Y6xL8aSp9Jifk-kvy4B7gdRMp6ykC37pbV5RUAANq28QiluJTExF9DBSZfBdUb2VDGAlKaeG9tiSVs_S0oakbL6Tjqp_wCoJkIwUlgQ/s400/P3252055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592158653791025762" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Paul took the last few pics...aren't they beautiful? The lighting in</div><div style="text-align: center;">our hospital room was great, in case you didn't notice...all the pics</div><div style="text-align: center;">we took there turned out really great, lighting wise.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We've been home since last Saturday, and doing well. She's a sweet</div><div style="text-align: center;">baby, and all the kids just love her (so far ;) I will have to post pics</div><div style="text-align: center;">of the other kids with her later. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We came up with her first name the night before, and even with that,</div><div style="text-align: center;">her middle name was undecided until after she was born. Aubrey is</div><div style="text-align: center;">a name that means worlds to me-it was my Grandfather's name-but</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a cousin with a little girl named Aubrey. After a lot of debate, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and a few phone calls, I discovered that my cousin had another reason</div><div style="text-align: center;">to call her daughter Aubrey, and they live in California, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> so Paul and I decided to go with it. I originally wanted to name </div><div style="text-align: center;">Emmie that, but my cousin's little girl was born first. I love it,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but have trouble not accidentally calling her Emmie!! LOL!! :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, I was thinking as I saw her for the first time how crazy it</div><div style="text-align: center;">is that no matter how many children we have, I still have the same </div><div style="text-align: center;">feelings of awe...of pure, unconditional love. I know sometimes that </div><div style="text-align: center;">when we have the first we can't imagine how we could ever love </div><div style="text-align: center;">another child as much...but then the second comes along and it's just </div><div style="text-align: center;">like, oh, ok, that's how that works!! And it's been like that each time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've been trying to figure out how to explain it, and instead of thinking </div><div style="text-align: center;">that each child is taking up space inside our hearts, eventually </div><div style="text-align: center;">crowding each other, either God made our hearts to grow with each </div><div style="text-align: center;">one or He gave us just the right amount of chambers to hold each</div><div style="text-align: center;">child He intends to give us. I am still amazed. And in love with </div><div style="text-align: center;">each one. <i>Thank you, God...my cup overflows.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gotta go...feeding time!! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">TTFN,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-972074135437283482011-03-10T13:23:00.003-06:002011-03-10T13:35:27.135-06:00I am...<div style="text-align: center;"><div>~37 weeks and 3 days pregnant.</div><div><br /></div><div>~2 weeks and 4 days from my actual due date.</div><div><br /></div><div>~2 weeks to the day from our scheduled c-section.</div><div><br /></div><div>~not sure we're gonna make it that long!</div><div><br /></div><div>~trying to enjoy the last days of this pregnancy...</div><div>because it may be our last.</div><div><br /></div><div>~alternately moody and happy all the time...short</div><div>tempered and patient...it's a weird combination.</div><div><br /></div><div>~still not sure what we're gonna name her.</div><div>(again, suggestions are welcome!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>~uncomfortable all the time...yet still amazed at</div><div>what is going on inside my body!</div><div><br /></div><div>~BLOGGING!! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>~eating WAY too much...giving myself some</div><div>fierce indigestion.</div><div><br /></div><div>~unable to draw a good, deep breath.</div><div>(seriously, have you ever looked at a diagram </div><div>of where your organs go during pregnancy??)</div><div><br /></div><div>~trying to get my house ready...I put things off</div><div>way too long, and now I'm too big to do alot of things!</div><div><br /></div><div>~sure she's going to be a big one.</div><div><br /></div><div>~ready to hold our precious baby.</div><div><br /></div><div>~blessed beyond measure.</div><div><br /></div><div>TTFN,</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-11974531371358905172011-03-03T14:05:00.004-06:002011-03-08T19:23:18.786-06:00March??<div style="text-align: center;">Seriously.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">March?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow...time flies...and somehow manages to drag</div><div style="text-align: center;">all at the same time. I told Paul the other night that</div><div style="text-align: center;">this has been the longest pregnancy on record. At least</div><div style="text-align: center;">that's how it feels to me! At the same time, I don't think</div><div style="text-align: center;">we're quite ready for her to be here yet...you know...since</div><div style="text-align: center;">she still doesn't have a name and all. Poor kid.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">{<i>any suggestions welcomed}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On the bright side, the girls rooms upstairs are almost </div><div style="text-align: center;">finished-we're hoping to move them in this weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll have to post pics when they are done. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we just have to put Noah in the twin bed with his and</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob's new bedding, and get Emmie settled into the toddler</div><div style="text-align: center;">bed in the girl's old room after we move them out and get it</div><div style="text-align: center;">all cleaned up, and get the baby stuff out and</div><div style="text-align: center;">ready for the baby...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Phew...did I say we weren't quite ready yet??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In other baby news, I'm roughly the size of a whale.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Really, I've never been this big, I don't think, and the</div><div style="text-align: center;">funny part is I'm ALL BABY. So I look sort of like a stick</div><div style="text-align: center;">bug that swallowed an olive.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Yeah, I'll give you a minute to process that one...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's very active, and I'm very awkward. And tired. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And very pregnant. I'm not complaining too much, though.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I DO love being pregnant, and I am crazy excited to meet</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the newest member of our brood, so the aches and pains,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and distorted body image are very much worth it. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wanna know what I'm most curious about with this one??</div><div style="text-align: center;">All the girls in our house-including me-have blue eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All the boys in our house-including Paul-have brown eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will this baby follow the pattern?? This is one of my favorite</div><div style="text-align: center;">parts of having a new baby...who will she look like, whose</div><div style="text-align: center;">temperament will she have, will she follow the unusual</div><div style="text-align: center;">gender-eye-color pattern thing we have going on??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As of now, we are scheduled for a repeat c-section on</div><div style="text-align: center;">March 24th. I'm none too happy about the section...I hate</div><div style="text-align: center;">them...but after the mild scare with Emmie, I'm just doing </div><div style="text-align: center;">what I feel is safest for the baby. Although my OB did say </div><div style="text-align: center;">that if I went into labor on my own before that and things</div><div style="text-align: center;">progressed quickly and smoothly (they never have in the past)</div><div style="text-align: center;">that we could try the v-bac again. In his words, 'You HAVE </div><div style="text-align: center;">had more vaginal births than c-sections at this point, and</div><div style="text-align: center;">it stands to reason that you could do it again.' </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had a successful v-bac with Noah, and then things got a</div><div style="text-align: center;">little scary with Emmie near the end, and I made the call to</div><div style="text-align: center;">just do the section for her safety. I would LOVE to have</div><div style="text-align: center;">another v-bac, but we'll just have to see. I'm praying</div><div style="text-align: center;">about it, and I'll do whatever I feel God is leading us to</div><div style="text-align: center;">do when the time comes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you're still out there, thanks! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">TTFN,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-79081956734550942002011-01-19T14:08:00.004-06:002011-01-19T14:12:58.251-06:00Wordless Wednesday-a little Disney...then and now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZom3VgQa1J3oQWXE_KPNZ_co7f01YbEQkhk2G72QOjLsgcfrvSYZmlt4tZ1eMSO0GBDvIOa2JgIsRwQol9L89yuXgUrMAz0_XCDhSJwB64weCG0nHJ8Tf1XazkQwSe12_rIixBnM2NRo/s1600/100_0595.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZom3VgQa1J3oQWXE_KPNZ_co7f01YbEQkhk2G72QOjLsgcfrvSYZmlt4tZ1eMSO0GBDvIOa2JgIsRwQol9L89yuXgUrMAz0_XCDhSJwB64weCG0nHJ8Tf1XazkQwSe12_rIixBnM2NRo/s400/100_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563991984386429058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Noah...Disney World...Nov. 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHsmwlRmMc3mem0eZuQlW7pKh2QCOFZuigNS0cyLDKFiYHt07n1oJf6Ogd8a-BGMANvrRdHY7j0KwGuccLUKoJofY5zpI75WJplKre7McSCkvEoKYF0Sp74_Q0jxFe5f7_5ooM-mk4Is/s1600/PC221676.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHsmwlRmMc3mem0eZuQlW7pKh2QCOFZuigNS0cyLDKFiYHt07n1oJf6Ogd8a-BGMANvrRdHY7j0KwGuccLUKoJofY5zpI75WJplKre7McSCkvEoKYF0Sp74_Q0jxFe5f7_5ooM-mk4Is/s400/PC221676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563991982168850178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Noah...Disney World (same spot)...Dec. 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm trying to get back into blogging. I'm trying.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">TTFN,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" border="0" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-6528359885117205002010-11-03T00:31:00.004-05:002010-11-03T00:46:34.648-05:00Wordless Wednesday...Halloween style 2010<div align="center">I don't know why Emmie was being so silly,</div><div align="center"> but the pics are cute anyway!! ;)</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnKXfQPMd8zwqcPo7qIeWZLwJAeymB3o8rnIRtPZKelHL82zEnxPvY7KaD4uG3sYjzc6AcgvpQnT0Kg7T_C_wwOhQ2HilaVdsCXBBw-PVkAq-8NnuYAX81BryK1mQrp9PXbN1eXE3OK0/s1600/PA301091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535194649540944626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnKXfQPMd8zwqcPo7qIeWZLwJAeymB3o8rnIRtPZKelHL82zEnxPvY7KaD4uG3sYjzc6AcgvpQnT0Kg7T_C_wwOhQ2HilaVdsCXBBw-PVkAq-8NnuYAX81BryK1mQrp9PXbN1eXE3OK0/s400/PA301091.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535194649057763874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCJX5Rwo42pUIG6oT2H8jxhS6i0VkPDUSvzxWStPgdA4v1rrhoEvV22px6QRz_R53b0rYp5l_TByj0WxbqbDrWX1oadrgh5P6U3F0aNPHzjiZKQldrvMFoz5h9ve5dl76KNJGJWr7Ywo/s400/PA301089.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535194640275342546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRNKtO8UDH1_dzGwfde6ajHcIZly5f66_DMKr8E7-n3FfdxAzbVJzBe9cK40ar2XIHO3NVaPf82PcmXlbzcX6Hhzuqs5VCOdTIzUXOTsK2VJlhaVBU3kOBjyw1Tpdp8ym-VaZ4eRI238/s400/PA301095.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535193675712242802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMxQ4f3mNXIutoGUFOsYD5YksDJ_iUtOcX_Ahx3aiWD2H6AVzeCGt9VsoWd5kPKq0H9Z7R2NeOgTroJsnMY0fX0o2cfTGygsn_tdb-l__wurJaPU6h6HIr1Hkn8hjGzB1GXUHGtEFdL4/s400/PA301092.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535193671150431458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgumi7hdWt2PX3wtu9ZPEuaKVjE2B1HTaBfLxJrKsD0-J7_GplBmmDoLwpEufcfckSW5wGsAeGDmXz3tamZveR2FSq1im4Vm17Qm0qkcKROD2eUKIyEYIGiIVS7PB3OJKHMl3LZnd2_5tY/s400/PA301093.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535193664207016754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_aUlt4rkhDRggBO3u2xMM5OsIK5aaCVJsB_3dwN24zFOUaqxXUzWlyRCtIlwz9sLGXu_ERZmKAJWkvT4vqZWX9HHN92HonQPaDHq22FroycPq4c91N_g3hdmSUO-2kNViCIaGaX02WH4/s400/PA301098.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535193667645255442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31bK_slNp11dZHC8HjS81Gwb6plBUY9CzyAiLzuTr_4qCkzI-lA8G1Rt5W0TCv1pfaEV0fVk4mlTQzc9NjNNXYuSy7C7pPspIFwgRHGzJKq2rbmKfJg2ClMFM8pa9Cvf8t6EFyv-vboM/s400/PA301096.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535193664996954610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY4hRQWTf1EqPoXkySSecpT8RP9OWWfp0gY1_haaC1I1SmeedNYkQ7dX-5CswBrm3Ijx54nIJQh_bkCST16iH3cwEAvE2uPYNW086lLUQ-g-Gu63LonRrESvh-QrYW-YeycwuLS8lpM0/s400/PA301099.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"> TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a> </div><div align="center">P.S. just in case you were wondering, the </div><div align="center">older 2 didn't dress up this year. :(</div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-33539244968321182442010-11-01T14:02:00.004-05:002010-11-01T14:12:32.506-05:00And...<div align="center">For those of you who don't know via Facebook...</div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534659159339704898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwcXxC1w0pcdR3W5n4ZLA3ITsoOuXo5Y0wgex9FBV_Yiklm4KVBIOy2th0O_hOGtODtXEAoFmlflpBZCxCoQzdzPPo-QNyQ7laAH8GGrAXTn2euqug59XnuEzVR9wynpewC1w4eCoJXE/s400/Waltman_Jennifer_5.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534659159184462498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEx-OokuQAm9MU8mN_8PdCsdYos4IMxcXKS-kAPzIjB3vMTlJOA0DhS_hCyHpgZA3ncpThivPS8fEaDMLzs32-UfOyhIoRGHKOJZU3bHVG1iiNVn-Wk0FagmPqPZ4BlegiGx0C8GyP0S8/s400/Waltman_Jennifer_3.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAidM5qcyVctFO9PPGwZaYKi-ZYBJsH4NM_re-xPULStUA3NqEUhziXBJRdqmHel5LYLsFAToLGtD-ho2S3Njgul8WHlAsBd8ZYeCCdCFQJeiAsJYZUeSQE_X-fkVYOvgw5aMjycuKjJ8/s1600/Waltman_Jennifer_6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534659153278350642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAidM5qcyVctFO9PPGwZaYKi-ZYBJsH4NM_re-xPULStUA3NqEUhziXBJRdqmHel5LYLsFAToLGtD-ho2S3Njgul8WHlAsBd8ZYeCCdCFQJeiAsJYZUeSQE_X-fkVYOvgw5aMjycuKjJ8/s400/Waltman_Jennifer_6.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">We're super excited and can't wait to meet her!! :)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">And just a little sweet...</div><div align="center">When I was getting dressed Friday, Noah asked where I</div><div align="center">was going. When I said I was going to the Dr, in typical Noah</div><div align="center">fashion he suddenly had a cough and insisted he needed to</div><div align="center">go to the Dr too. I explained that I was not sick, but I had to </div><div align="center">go and let the Dr check out the baby. When we got back, he</div><div align="center"> looked at me expectantly, then looked all around me.</div><div align="center">Then he looked up at me curiously and said,</div><div align="center">"But where's the new baby?? I thought you were going to get it!"</div><div align="center">He's very ready for his new baby to get here. :)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-7058951456301431202010-10-25T16:24:00.004-05:002010-10-25T16:42:19.679-05:0018 weeks-belly shot<div align="center">Yes, this is my messy bedroom and my unmade bed.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Don't judge me.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /></div><div align="center">And <em>this </em>is my 18 week belly. Not even 5 months, and I</div><div align="center">feel HUGE! LOL!!</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4ph8B7-ilYZJqcf_3lJMotOyRMYnTuZ5fiz7dtJ3ouF_M1bf1JnP_AAisz8htaTKNYLz2S3SUQJHsMaZYYvZPFx3z1b3V8CEn2uOVc_zsg-Sae_2dXxf4BsBfptmBoqeCD_9mc4AaSA/s1600/PA241084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532098606893634130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4ph8B7-ilYZJqcf_3lJMotOyRMYnTuZ5fiz7dtJ3ouF_M1bf1JnP_AAisz8htaTKNYLz2S3SUQJHsMaZYYvZPFx3z1b3V8CEn2uOVc_zsg-Sae_2dXxf4BsBfptmBoqeCD_9mc4AaSA/s400/PA241084.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Yeah, I didn't do my hair or makeup today, so no face shot.</div><div align="center"><em></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Don't judge me. </em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I'm feeling much better this week, and am very excited to</div><div align="center">go to the Dr. on Friday and find out what our little nudger is.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Pink or blue??? :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">On a serious note, I would covet your prayers for my friend,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://konnied123.blogspot.com/">Konnie</a>, whose mom has bone cancer and is going through a </div><div align="center">huge ordeal. The whole family has really been through it the </div><div align="center">last year and a half or so, and I know they would all appreciate </div><div align="center">any prayers lifted up on their behalf.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I guess blogging once a week is better than once every</div><div align="center">3 months or so!! Hope everyone's having a great Monday.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />TTFN,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div><div align="center">P.S. Just wanted to thank <a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/">Julie</a> for the phrase 'Don't judge me.' </div><div align="center">It comes in handy. ;)</div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-75487404366628424692010-10-18T19:15:00.002-05:002010-10-18T19:37:12.330-05:00I make no promises...<div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ok, the fact that the last time I posted I was 4 weeks PG</div><div align="center">is pretty sad considering I am 17 weeks today.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">{SIGH}</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Where have I been? Mostly on my couch-</div><div align="center">Nauseous and exhausted like I've never been before.</div><div align="center">This has been the hardest pregnancy so far.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Seriously. Bad. Stuff. </div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I might have posted sooner, you know, if I could have </div><div align="center">picked my head up.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Now that the nasties have subsided enough, maybe I will </div><div align="center">be able to post more frequently. But I make no promises.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Other than that, the pregnancy is going fine. I've lost weight-</div><div align="center">no big surprise-and the baby sounds fine. We have 'the' ultrasound</div><div align="center">a week from Friday to find out the sex of the baby. I don't have</div><div align="center">any feelings one way or the other about what I think it might be-</div><div align="center">that's pretty unusual too. Not that it matters at this point! ;)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I've been in maternity clothes for a few weeks now...I guess they're </div><div align="center">not kidding when they say you get bigger earlier with each</div><div align="center">pregnancy...I'm a whale already. I can't wait to see just how</div><div align="center">huge I get by the end! <--insert sarcasm here--</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Anyway, I just thought I'd update. And I really will try to</div><div align="center">keep posting. I do read everyone's blogs still, and I even comment</div><div align="center">now and then. Miss y'all! :)<br /></div><p align="center">TTFN,</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a><br /></p>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-75632308261382614272010-07-21T18:07:00.003-05:002010-07-21T18:10:36.062-05:00Wordless Wednesday...wanna see what I saw??<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaIPDnwivhvurnGe-9NRUOus5XrnJLJhVxqJ-xfLpnWOzQSWevFs72bnZfJMN-hCj7CC7qQojaAy1rTKjR3t7p_N5MUyqLd2aaBdHE8S0le7R1y8TU8JB9s-l3qj4rmE0Nm2pgS_x6qw/s1600/101_0233.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496500287876163122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaIPDnwivhvurnGe-9NRUOus5XrnJLJhVxqJ-xfLpnWOzQSWevFs72bnZfJMN-hCj7CC7qQojaAy1rTKjR3t7p_N5MUyqLd2aaBdHE8S0le7R1y8TU8JB9s-l3qj4rmE0Nm2pgS_x6qw/s400/101_0233.JPG" /></a> Sorry the lines are so faint...I didn't take the picture right away</div><div align="center">and they faded!! The Dr. did confirm it today, though! We are</div><div align="center">officially 4 weeks and 2 days pregnant! :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-24986305634257952292010-07-16T13:42:00.003-05:002010-07-16T14:01:41.993-05:00Waiting for Michael...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqFmmkC8-6f8x1ncKpB5oa1e4zSggo_tVQ9kfwHAExEy6K5YaCCzqGvdZY_VIe7iGdfF5U8X_gku4Ts1nTzIQMMwp8Yr72RGqOhmqCstjW5KVNg5jdUqGHZx2d7ms6CRTGvOs3nFwLz8/s1600/Photo0176+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494576505325033058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqFmmkC8-6f8x1ncKpB5oa1e4zSggo_tVQ9kfwHAExEy6K5YaCCzqGvdZY_VIe7iGdfF5U8X_gku4Ts1nTzIQMMwp8Yr72RGqOhmqCstjW5KVNg5jdUqGHZx2d7ms6CRTGvOs3nFwLz8/s400/Photo0176+copy.jpg" /></a> The concert was amazing-as usual, Michael didn't disappoint!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This was only our 3rd time to see him! :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Our 'romantic' night out turned out a little less than romantic.</div><div align="center">I forget how stressful it can be to NOT know exactly where</div><div align="center">you're going in NOLA-I guess that since I've been sick,</div><div align="center">I wasn't in my right brain...I didn't use mapquest to</div><div align="center">make sure I knew where the Arena was, </div><div align="center">and I didn't make dinner plans. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We were running just a bit later than we wanted, so we </div><div align="center">called and had Ashton do mapquest for us, and after</div><div align="center"> driving to the Arena first to make sure I was certain </div><div align="center"> of where it was, (I had no idea it was part of the SuperDome) </div><div align="center">we set off toward Canal to find some grub.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ever been to NOLA and tried to drive much? It's a city of one way </div><div align="center">streets, it's definitely much better walking, and we just didn't have time </div><div align="center">to find a parking place, walk somewhere to eat, </div><div align="center">and make it back before the show started.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So I dropped Paul off at the corner McDonald's and circled the block</div><div align="center">5 times before picking him up on the same corner. We drove back to</div><div align="center">the Arena and ate our McD's in the parking garage.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Yeah, I know, every girl's dream, right?</div><div align="center">SOOOOO romantic!! </div><div align="center">{insert sarcasm. LOTS of sarcasm.}</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It was really funny, though, even then, and with the free </div><div align="center">tickets and the cheap meal, we've been</div><div align="center">joking about our cheap date ever since.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I'd do it again just to spend time with my honey.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Oh, and Paul too.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-7707670274773159222010-07-14T13:46:00.002-05:002010-07-14T13:51:08.278-05:00Wordless Wednesday-Wheeeeeeeee!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht497ZGx9uRTi0owXNb_loKaJhYdzRKKa-4Ybseyo3Qmi0GwxtTDkUgbhL488v-MvAZTToybxc4bKEBxxSh8_q50tLzF2tkYfdWBCmsmh_phQgDhVAD0ccjhVxLcZ6X9-C6drHaOFpymk/s1600/P5220206.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493835931288510898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht497ZGx9uRTi0owXNb_loKaJhYdzRKKa-4Ybseyo3Qmi0GwxtTDkUgbhL488v-MvAZTToybxc4bKEBxxSh8_q50tLzF2tkYfdWBCmsmh_phQgDhVAD0ccjhVxLcZ6X9-C6drHaOFpymk/s400/P5220206.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FycR0-lEak5u9TEREluRUANIQr9Lo4VGlc4ckjC3bzcvD6Y3-VCdTHkULdSve55p3-T8ZT84D1KaZrDR4BwZkfwqunc_mFZcVSTeBM_OrPPcTpDQEA7WYI7261_8d-v4h5gmyhlg7Gw/s1600/P5220207.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493835927103411474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FycR0-lEak5u9TEREluRUANIQr9Lo4VGlc4ckjC3bzcvD6Y3-VCdTHkULdSve55p3-T8ZT84D1KaZrDR4BwZkfwqunc_mFZcVSTeBM_OrPPcTpDQEA7WYI7261_8d-v4h5gmyhlg7Gw/s400/P5220207.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPptsl99l_PeLY0LdkMGrSGByOTdekcOj-8QC-Ku6H4Zmi_-31n2JbQBsHu2u7hAywpxqL8D8pVGOv74AB5l-xL2jDQPPUaoGX9a_9Ghn06VR0zL9BelZ66f1sjk3ocs0dhOEAAo5HQw/s1600/P5220208.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493835923648674946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPptsl99l_PeLY0LdkMGrSGByOTdekcOj-8QC-Ku6H4Zmi_-31n2JbQBsHu2u7hAywpxqL8D8pVGOv74AB5l-xL2jDQPPUaoGX9a_9Ghn06VR0zL9BelZ66f1sjk3ocs0dhOEAAo5HQw/s400/P5220208.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94ohG6xjiJV6Ei4484Ui1aVt-Cmt2M_peEWXzdEvlEHpxrMke9V9EHRubFPwHIJmvb0O60ZS4FpEg5wvp2rvCIKZpMGTE5MGy5CchrZ_WVvPmJIxCimcJq2lOKHzQj3MiGqOLyx2vetc/s1600/P5220209.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493835917466231442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94ohG6xjiJV6Ei4484Ui1aVt-Cmt2M_peEWXzdEvlEHpxrMke9V9EHRubFPwHIJmvb0O60ZS4FpEg5wvp2rvCIKZpMGTE5MGy5CchrZ_WVvPmJIxCimcJq2lOKHzQj3MiGqOLyx2vetc/s400/P5220209.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMH2O36nYFg9yiqfxf2eK6f-3lEA07s8UvHS4zLMLY3RpIhsksUsH6s-NT6NF_AxJ0ZYgE-UZIcbzkNRih7sBX9t9NVTXsM5LajZpdIfsHEfRHsryD1UR7c_Mz7I1Midy-i-8rD3G-X48/s1600/P5220210.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493835913728162098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMH2O36nYFg9yiqfxf2eK6f-3lEA07s8UvHS4zLMLY3RpIhsksUsH6s-NT6NF_AxJ0ZYgE-UZIcbzkNRih7sBX9t9NVTXsM5LajZpdIfsHEfRHsryD1UR7c_Mz7I1Midy-i-8rD3G-X48/s400/P5220210.JPG" /></a> TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div></div></div></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-81322568040980479532010-07-13T16:25:00.003-05:002010-07-13T16:44:05.725-05:00betcha thought...<div align="center">that I'd disappeared again, didn't ya??</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Well, I (sort of) did.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I've spent 3 of the last 5 days quarantined in our</div><div align="center">upstairs room sick. Again. With strep. AGAIN.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">UGH.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And just because strep twice in one month isn't enough,</div><div align="center">remember that horrific mouth infection Emmie had?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Yep. Got that too.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm just barely beginning to feel human again. I did let Paul </div><div align="center">go back to work yesterday, and I did spend most of yesterday</div><div align="center">laying on the couch wondering how people who don't have</div><div align="center">a 13 and 11 year old function with littles when </div><div align="center">they're sick!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thank you, Ashton and Sydney</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">BTW, the fever blister on the outside of my mouth is SCARY.</div><div align="center">Seriously, I'd post a pic, but it would make people sick.</div><div align="center">I've never seen one like this. It's freaky.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The worst part is that Paul and I have a hot date tomorrow</div><div align="center">night. Yeah, it's the middle of the week, but we don't</div><div align="center">plan the concert schedule of Michael Buble. Cause, ya know,</div><div align="center">if I did, he'd get real tired of performing in my living room.</div><div align="center">I'm just sayin. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We're driving almost an hour and a half to NOLA to see </div><div align="center">Michael Buble, enjoying a night out together, dressing up, </div><div align="center">and I look like someone tried to take off my bottom lip</div><div align="center">with a flame thrower!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Anyway, it'll be fine. </div><div align="center">Did I mention we're seeing Michael Buble?</div><div align="center">(again)</div><div align="center">Did I mention I WON the tickets??</div><div align="center">(again)</div><div align="center">Did I mention that Michael Buble doesn't actually have to </div><div align="center">see ME, and that makes it all better?!?!? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">BWAHAHAHA.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>Ahem</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The only way it could be any better</div><div align="center"> (other than having a normal lip, that it is) </div><div align="center">is if we had a whole day to spend</div><div align="center">in NOLA, but oh, well. Maybe next time!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'll let you know how it goes!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-69275055703621864772010-07-07T14:34:00.006-05:002010-07-07T15:33:31.048-05:00Wordy Wednesday...<div align="center">I'm so far behind I think I'm about to lap myself!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm here, and I'm thankful for those of you who are</div><div align="center">still here too!! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Here's a brief rundown/catch up. We...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Celebrated our 14 year anniversary!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Spent two weeks in Disney...had a fantastic time-BUT-</div><div align="center">found out that my two littles can be crazy stressful when</div><div align="center">naps exit the scene and are replaced by long,</div><div align="center">miserably hot days.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I got the sickest I think I've ever been with strep throat</div><div align="center">just days after we got back from Disney. For the first time</div><div align="center">in our marriage, Paul had to stay home from work to take care </div><div align="center">of me and the kids. I spent a full 48 hours closed up in our upstairs</div><div align="center">room with no contact with the kids-approx 16 straight hours</div><div align="center">of that time were spent unconscious-lots of fever and meds.</div><div align="center">I don't remember most of that week.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Had a second and a sixth birthday!</div><div align="center">(well, they weren't MINE, of course, but you know)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Had some dramatic GARBAGE go on with some friends and</div><div align="center">some people that I <em>thought </em>were friends. I'm not gonna</div><div align="center">name any names, but one of the gossip/drama causers</div><div align="center">is a pretty popular blogger around here...</div><div align="center">and a (former?) IRL friend.</div><div align="center">I am saddened to find out that she is NOT the person</div><div align="center">I thought she was...or who she pretends to be.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Found out we do <em>not</em> have a <em>special</em> souvenir in the making.</div><div align="center">A little disappointed about that, but</div><div align="center">we'll keep working on it! ;)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Work on the upstairs addition has come to a temporary halt...</div><div align="center">it's very hard to work in the non-air-conditioned attic when the</div><div align="center">temps up there get close to 130 degrees cause it's so stinkin hot here!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I lost a friend to an overdose. It was unbelievably hard for me to</div><div align="center">wrap my mind around. And just hard. Very hard.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Emmie has been running fever since last Wednesday. I took her</div><div align="center">to the Dr. Friday just because I wanted her seen before the holiday</div><div align="center">so if she needed meds she could get on them and we could go about</div><div align="center">our weekend. The Dr. told me what I already knew...it was viral.</div><div align="center">But said if she was still running fever Sunday or Monday to bring </div><div align="center">her back. I hate that. Really? You will be able to do something with </div><div align="center">her virus then that you can't do now?? </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Anyway, by Monday she was still running</div><div align="center">fever, but had a new symptom...her gums were swollen and bleeding.</div><div align="center">This worried me a bit and after looking into her mouth, I thought</div><div align="center">her front teeth looked funny, so I made her another appt. Paul wanted</div><div align="center">me to take her to the dentist instead, and I tried to get her an appt</div><div align="center">there, but with no luck. I loaded her up for her Dr's appt knowing that</div><div align="center">I just needed to hear what the problem was...I'm not a worrier, but I</div><div align="center">felt that there was more to her symptoms than just her teeth and fever.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The Dr. looked in her mouth for all of one second and said she has a </div><div align="center">severe herpes infection all in her mouth. (the herpes that causes cold sores, </div><div align="center">NOT the other kind!!) Ashton and Paul get them all the time, and </div><div align="center">Ashton has had one for almost 2 weeks by this time, so I knew where </div><div align="center">Emmie got it from. I was relieved to know what was wrong, </div><div align="center">but surprised by the severity of Emmie's symptoms. </div><div align="center">Apparently babies get it BAD. </div><div align="center">Of course, it's still a virus, so the Dr. said there isn't anything we</div><div align="center">can do but wait it out. Thankfully she is some better now, I have to </div><div align="center">cut her food into tiny bites, and her gums still bleed, but the fever is </div><div align="center">mostly gone and she's finally eating!! </div><div align="center">She lost 2lbs from Friday to Monday from not eating. She's too tiny as</div><div align="center">is it...she didn't need to lose weight!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And now I have my first ever cold sore. Thanks, E. </div><div align="center">I had NO IDEA how miserable they are.</div><div align="center">I can't even imagine what my poor baby has been through the </div><div align="center">last week! I have since found out that a dentist WILL prescribe </div><div align="center">meds for it that shortens the duration, and that makes me a little </div><div align="center">angry with her pedi, but by the time we went in Monday she was on </div><div align="center">the downhill slope, and from what I've read the meds work best if </div><div align="center">you catch the virus in the beginning stages. </div><div align="center">Next time it's not supposed to be nearly as bad.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We saw Toy Story 3. </div><div align="center">I cried.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">If I don't see Eclipse soon, I may cry again.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Still here?? LOL...sorry that was so long!! I'm going to try to get</div><div align="center">back into the swing of blogging, and in the process also type up and</div><div align="center">post-date some back posts. I've missed A LOT that I need to</div><div align="center">post about. If you don't want to do all the catch-up posts, I'll</div><div align="center">understand. But this blog is also my scrapbook/family record thingy,</div><div align="center">so I feel the need to update all the stuff I missed.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It feels good to be back! :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-87254009510888800882010-06-16T17:42:00.003-05:002010-06-16T18:38:02.982-05:00Wordless Wednesday...'Daddy, that was MY bite!!'<div align="center"><a href="http://s719.photobucket.com/albums/ww196/jenniferwaltman/?action=view&current=P5240329-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i719.photobucket.com/albums/ww196/jenniferwaltman/P5240329-1-1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a> </div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-62174161733005351542010-06-12T03:04:00.003-05:002010-06-12T03:13:07.031-05:00this is just where I'm at...<div align="center"><br />why am I still awake? life is too tired for me to ponder tonight...or maybe it's just me that's tired and life that's wide awake. too many brain things going on inside my head today...I'll truly never understand the minds of other people...those who don't think the way I do about things. why do they think the way they do? why are things that are repugnant to me alright in their minds?what makes right RIGHT and wrong WRONG...where is the line? why do some feel the need to hurt without considering the repercussions in others lives? a ripple becomes a wave by the time it reaches the edge of the pond...actions by one can affect all...is that too much power over another person? I'm rambling...but spilling...so necessary to clear the cobwebs. tired...yet my brain keeps running...to catch up to those whose brains are fast and furious, weak and wicked...do I want to catch up? do I want to find the devil's playground in the will of those I thought I knew but don't know at all? illusion is a strange friend. do I have the strength to face those demons tonight?? I'll have to go lay on my face a while and let God deal with it...</div><div align="center">that's all I have left...<br />sorry for the ramble...pray for hurt friends...pray for gossipers within our own church family who hurt them with untruths...pray that I can be a help in time of uncertainty.<br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a> </div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-15926008562438530302010-04-30T09:26:00.002-05:002010-04-30T09:37:42.679-05:00Say a little prayer for our coast...<div align="center">Most of you already know that I live on the gulf coast of</div><div align="center">Mississippi. Not directly on the coast-we live about 25 miles</div><div align="center">inland-but there is something very scary happening</div><div align="center">right now on our beautiful coast.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">You have certainly all heard about the Deep Horizon off-</div><div align="center">shore drilling rig that exploded last week in the Gulf of</div><div align="center">Mexico. They originally reported that it was spilling just</div><div align="center">a small amount of oil into the Gulf, but now we know that</div><div align="center">it is spilling as much as 5000 barrels, or 200,000 gallons</div><div align="center">of oil into our water everyday. They are now saying</div><div align="center">that it could take as much as 3 months to be able to cap</div><div align="center">the leak. And this morning I read that they are expecting</div><div align="center">this oil spill to be worse than the worst oil spill in history-</div><div align="center">the Exxon Valdez.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">I can't even begin to tell you how bad this is for the coast. It</div><div align="center">affects every part of life here. The wildlife is in horrific danger,</div><div align="center">the people who make their living fishing and shrimping are in</div><div align="center">danger of losing their livelihoods, and the seafood industry as</div><div align="center">a whole-epecially the local restaurants and markets are in a</div><div align="center">really bad spot.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">In addition to praying for the families of the workers lost when the</div><div align="center">rig exploded, will you please, please pray for the coast? Especially</div><div align="center">this weekend as the oil will actually be hitting the shore as early as</div><div align="center">this morning. I will keep you updated as I know more.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Thank you in advance.<br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-72719176628892968122010-04-23T14:27:00.010-05:002010-04-23T14:48:46.785-05:00Ok, let's try that again...<div align="center">So that last post was a total flub.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Sorry.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I hit 'enter' when I meant to hit 'tab.'</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thus, the postless post was born.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The 'hahahaha' was not becuase there was nothing</div><br /><div align="center">in the post. I promise.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I was laughing at the fact that so many of you guessed</div><div align="center">that we are adding on because I'm pregnant.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Because I'm NOT.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">{yet}</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We ARE adding on...everyone got that part right. We are</div><div align="center">a family of 7 living in a 3Br/2Ba house, and things are just tight!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Paul, Emmie, and I share the master, Jacob and Noah share a room,</div><div align="center">and Ashton and Sydney share a room.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We are adding 2 bedrooms and a full bath in the unused part of the</div><div align="center">attic. We already have a big 'media' room up there. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Ashton and Sydney will have their own (small) rooms, and a (small)</div><div align="center">bathroom to share among themselves and with anyone in the</div><div align="center">upstairs room who needs to use the facilities but doesn't want</div><div align="center">to walk back down the stairs. (read: everyone)</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Jacob and Noah will continue to share their room, and Emmie will get</div><div align="center">the room Ashton and Sydney share. She may have to share it</div><div align="center">one day as well. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">As far as me being PG, like I said before, I'm NOT. But we are</div><div align="center">going to Disney in a month (a month EXACTLY, as a matter of fact)</div><div align="center">and for the first time since our honeymoon, we will have a room to </div><div align="center">to ourselves!! </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ahem.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">{grin}</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Let's just say we'd like to bring back a...shall we say...<em>special...</em>souvenir.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">{blush}</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And if it doesn't happen then, we will continue trying.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I'll keep you posted on the upstairs building...and</div><div align="center">I'll let you know something when I know something! :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-54394856674233755662010-04-23T14:00:00.001-05:002010-04-23T14:00:21.957-05:00Hahahaha!!<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a><a href="http://s719.photobucket.com/albums/ww196/jenniferwaltman/?action=view&current=divider.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i719.photobucket.com/albums/ww196/jenniferwaltman/divider.jpg" /></a>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-2654302788425771642010-04-21T10:09:00.004-05:002010-04-21T10:26:07.960-05:00Wordless Wednesday...what in the world...<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">...is Paul working on in the attic???</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsRW0P9fcjce8mlBT46mj0mhJwSdM95qphuGKyc_lHC4MaCFuywCRUJbckK-Lomh7ZuCze-O5BM2x-7f8r7JTmRO5P9iElFcT6jHbpVAMt1p4JnbpbuGrdf88uWDoiaxS4bU5ltRyQdg/s1600/100_4271.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462609747141885282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsRW0P9fcjce8mlBT46mj0mhJwSdM95qphuGKyc_lHC4MaCFuywCRUJbckK-Lomh7ZuCze-O5BM2x-7f8r7JTmRO5P9iElFcT6jHbpVAMt1p4JnbpbuGrdf88uWDoiaxS4bU5ltRyQdg/s400/100_4271.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeBYTB6phaH3i89337dtmb3sVSzdcKeYnsI4OvCgQydWGqgh8lWbJkQBFud0aJb00nY7zEf7yKiQr8rC9L1IB-6eA1ZWQukbqMrsFNy8WJYIO0m2iiK0UUsl-Kp-5_6p4-yDLkpEhSkU/s1600/100_4272.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462609453143534562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeBYTB6phaH3i89337dtmb3sVSzdcKeYnsI4OvCgQydWGqgh8lWbJkQBFud0aJb00nY7zEf7yKiQr8rC9L1IB-6eA1ZWQukbqMrsFNy8WJYIO0m2iiK0UUsl-Kp-5_6p4-yDLkpEhSkU/s400/100_4272.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">TTFN,<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div><div align="center">P.S. Konnie...you don't get to answer this one cause you</div><div align="center">already know!! LOL!! ;)</div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-59874995495426979402010-04-09T10:00:00.001-05:002010-04-09T10:00:02.037-05:00My other sweet boy...<div align="center">Jacob's paper he brought home this week;</div><div align="center">(verbatim)</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">Wun deay I wint too The Jungl and I sol a wolf.</div><div align="center">and I toold him too sit.</div><div align="center">The End.</div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">LOVE IT. </div><div align="center">Best story EVA.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-33234190131635936252010-04-08T16:05:00.007-05:002010-04-08T16:42:27.313-05:00Just me and Syd...<div align="center">Syd and I are in Jackson again, this time for</div><div align="center">the All State choir festival. We'll be here till</div><div align="center">Saturday. This is my first time away from my </div><div align="center">babies for more than a night, and Paul's first </div><div align="center">time taking care of them for this long-but he will</div><div align="center">have help from his mom, so I'm not too worried.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Missing all my babies (the big ones too) already! </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Things were a bit stressful when we got here because </div><div align="center">our choir director was running late (as usual*) and</div><div align="center">I wasn't sure we could check in, but not only were we </div><div align="center">able to, the lady said they had my Marriott number</div><div align="center">-which I didn't even know I had-</div><div align="center">and they were bumping us up to a concierge room!!</div><div align="center">Super cool-even though it's a pretty normal</div><div align="center">looking room. Very nice, though, and clean. And the</div><div align="center">bath stuff is Bath and Body Works which totally rocks! :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">*just a side note-YES, I am normally late. For everything.</div><div align="center">But this guy...OMGosh, he makes <em>me</em> look super organized </div><div align="center">and super punctual!! To be a teacher, he's NEVER prepared, </div><div align="center">and always the last one to any choir function. Also, I just</div><div align="center">wanted to point out (because it's my blog and I <em>can</em>) </div><div align="center">that we managed to leave early this morning. </div><div align="center">Yep. EARLY! Yay me!</div><div align="center">We left <em>before </em>our scheduled time. Maybe a first.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But then, as a super bonus, when our director got here, he</div><div align="center">informed me that the choir boosters voted to pay our</div><div align="center">entire trip, including meals! Whoo-hoo!!! Praise the Lord!! </div><div align="center">Now I can afford the $12.95 per 24hrs on internet I'm </div><div align="center">having to pay to type this!! </div><div align="center">Hahahahahaha!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I'm so in my element here. I think I had more fun at the first </div><div align="center">rehearsal than Sydney did! I was just wishing I had the music </div><div align="center">so I could sing along! I'm a total choir nerd! :) I miss all this.<br /></div><div align="center">Anyway, I'll be on here as time allows. They've got us</div><div align="center">on a pretty tight schedule, but after this evening they</div><div align="center">aren't allowing parents into rehearsals so I'll have some free</div><div align="center">time here and there. Hope everyone had a great</div><div align="center">weekend! I know I am! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">P.S. If you're wondering about the title...(it's one thing</div><div align="center">on the dashboard and something else when you open</div><div align="center">it) 3 words...complete user error. :/</div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-53778049110517380832010-04-07T14:09:00.001-05:002010-04-21T10:23:31.339-05:00Wordless Wednesday-Sydney sings at the capitol.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3VNCwy6i0rMMUPc04A0wZ1ifHlJfg2X-39kwGYsfeStzXnU4gO_MY7qoEyv6u19-0EvwWH1dxKFOO1h93VsjZ2juzk79YbmsMqfbBUuLMXD-l1WWjHIsdrYxLTHX5HLmR8L1jt1LOoY/s1600/100_4023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457485047449967682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3VNCwy6i0rMMUPc04A0wZ1ifHlJfg2X-39kwGYsfeStzXnU4gO_MY7qoEyv6u19-0EvwWH1dxKFOO1h93VsjZ2juzk79YbmsMqfbBUuLMXD-l1WWjHIsdrYxLTHX5HLmR8L1jt1LOoY/s400/100_4023.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy28VjDjRRESSbVtZE8YBBWLSk-zPZFrsYvU5muVn-ELoHgVf2WrutvqO5eu-vdn8EfKy8U7DNvFY5bDtnIUsHgSEXokfx1h6PT7E4P03PX1ODlzf65isMSX9uuGouFPwWpO2FZfv_qBc/s1600/100_4069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457485039762523682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy28VjDjRRESSbVtZE8YBBWLSk-zPZFrsYvU5muVn-ELoHgVf2WrutvqO5eu-vdn8EfKy8U7DNvFY5bDtnIUsHgSEXokfx1h6PT7E4P03PX1ODlzf65isMSX9uuGouFPwWpO2FZfv_qBc/s400/100_4069.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-11qXF54UDj8n5bwMLeSIjCQDWPvwSnKFFXXz9ZHEvLlzfD8AMCejQ3yvaTLfWhmej7gMZ8I0GyMF5JZILAaJkJKONQ6n7dMT9uw_5zEP_w1qD3GwcOwBOkO0GMug4IH3OjByDnlAFE/s1600/100_4080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457485037092708114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-11qXF54UDj8n5bwMLeSIjCQDWPvwSnKFFXXz9ZHEvLlzfD8AMCejQ3yvaTLfWhmej7gMZ8I0GyMF5JZILAaJkJKONQ6n7dMT9uw_5zEP_w1qD3GwcOwBOkO0GMug4IH3OjByDnlAFE/s400/100_4080.JPG" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457485019085751906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NsAE87HkyCkael-gFZNIfXcvjx2CKmYttiF2UPW8u4lQF8ijmw6JXbG0LC9EvU78uWMOUqZ2HIPe3223-bU4_0Uh33rrdAn8CXJUhNtY_lzzb67OaCEIunNVVAW3JLpPqBAaKt1f1zs/s400/100_4087.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lncHVvmFsVRYIsRmz-1ASKD33DqWAEhKUl84G5V-ymQRLkLYhAAUiYqq5LMe_FBKKVw8XZsKlmDGfFY1VwYMHppRrFcYTJ44aQAww4NJW34AcfS7oE7uP-Ut_1DC6GKSqeMWHrJCYTA/s1600/100_4083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457485028199497234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lncHVvmFsVRYIsRmz-1ASKD33DqWAEhKUl84G5V-ymQRLkLYhAAUiYqq5LMe_FBKKVw8XZsKlmDGfFY1VwYMHppRrFcYTJ44aQAww4NJW34AcfS7oE7uP-Ut_1DC6GKSqeMWHrJCYTA/s400/100_4083.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div></div></div></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-12151558393426376722010-04-06T11:46:00.002-05:002010-04-06T11:51:31.366-05:00Sweet boy...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night at bedtime:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Sydney</em>-'Noah, God is watching over us all the time!'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Noah</em> (looking around) 'Where is He?'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Sydney</em>-'Well, He's invisible. We can't see Him.'</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Noah</em>-(pouting, with his lip sticking out) 'Aww...but I </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">wanted to </span><span style="font-size:130%;">pway hide-and-seet wif Him!'</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321455525558860386.post-46413549237074631312010-03-29T10:25:00.002-05:002010-03-29T10:44:02.653-05:00Not Me Monday-♫Don't You...Forget About Me♪<div align="center">Not Me Monday!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A blog carnival created by </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>.</div><div align="center">Where we all share our (not so) short comings.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It has <em>not </em>been just over a month since my last post. </div><div align="center">I am <em>not </em>horrified at myself for slacking. However, we have</div><div align="center"><em>not </em>been pretty busy, and I did <em>not </em>find it easier and easier</div><div align="center">to just not blog as the time went on. I am also <em>not </em>horribly</div><div align="center">behind on blog reading-I am so sorry!!! I haven't decided</div><div align="center">if I'm going to try to catch up or just move on from here.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">(If any of you had anything momentous or exciting go on </div><div align="center">while I was absent, please add a link in the comments so I </div><div align="center">can go read and celebrate with you!! :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Here are a few things I/we have <em>not </em>been doing:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">1. I have become an avid couponer. I had no idea how </div><div align="center">time consuming it is! I have been saving lots of money, </div><div align="center">though, and it's quite a rush!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">2. I sent my youngest to church one Sunday in a dress</div><div align="center">that the hem was all the way out of. I may have just</div><div align="center">taped it back up with packing tape. Maybe.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">3. Ball season has started. It's a bit stressful this year. </div><div align="center">Jacob has games on school nights that don't START till 8:15. </div><div align="center">That's 15 minutes past his bedtime already, so I'm really not</div><div align="center">happy about that. It is what it is, though. Pictures to follow.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">4. Paul's dad passed away Sunday the 21st. His funeral was</div><div align="center">this past Wednesday. It was a wonderful service, although it was</div><div align="center">much harder on Paul than he thought it would be. It was a long,</div><div align="center">emotionally and physically tiring week, but we know where he</div><div align="center">is and he's not suffering any more. I am thankful that the kids</div><div align="center">got to visit him one last time while he was still lucid. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">5. I missed my one year blogiversary. Not because I wasn't blogging,</div><div align="center">it was back in January when I WAS, but because my blog counter</div><div align="center">was wrong. And no matter how many times I try to fix it, the</div><div align="center">counter always starts off wrong. This is also my 200th post!!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">6. Noah has become obsessed with rocks. He always has rocks, rock</div><div align="center">piles, rock buddies, etc. It's really cute...until I step on one, barefoot,</div><div align="center">in the middle of the living room floor!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thanks to those who are still here...I love and miss you all!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">TTFN,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85731/jenniferwaltman/f65f83737319160a8c45ded76c5bd1be.png" /></a></div>Jennifer W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08192796018178306392noreply@blogger.com9