tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47326513576888895552024-03-13T19:57:49.851-07:00Into Our World . . .Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-91893053999307411532012-02-27T17:33:00.010-08:002012-02-27T18:24:23.697-08:00Firsts!<div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center">In an attempt to document the past few months, I thought I'd go back and share some photos of "firsts" in our family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713997718340887682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYOc_D5XnZI/T0wyppkZ5II/AAAAAAAABE4/wcTkHTXPzRg/s200/February%2B2012%2B033.JPG" />Kelsey had her first chocolate facial at her 4th birthday - A Princess SPA party!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2zPMf3EEIU/T0wyo1EpbMI/AAAAAAAABEg/uTbS45zHVHo/s1600/February%2B2012%2B007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713997704249044162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2zPMf3EEIU/T0wyo1EpbMI/AAAAAAAABEg/uTbS45zHVHo/s200/February%2B2012%2B007.JPG" /></a>All the boys watching their first Super Bowl together!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sK4boumqDC0/T0wyomoIjPI/AAAAAAAABEU/ZMJAnXPWj0g/s1600/February%2B2012%2B002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713997700371352818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sK4boumqDC0/T0wyomoIjPI/AAAAAAAABEU/ZMJAnXPWj0g/s200/February%2B2012%2B002.JPG" /></a>Collin's first rice cereal -- fed by his big sister!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYaO0x7RA78/T0wyoFNBkrI/AAAAAAAABEM/CP6lB7Lg95Q/s1600/January%2B2012%2B060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713997691399279282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYaO0x7RA78/T0wyoFNBkrI/AAAAAAAABEM/CP6lB7Lg95Q/s200/January%2B2012%2B060.JPG" /></a>Collin's first smiles!! We all do our best to get as much of these as possible all day long!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HX72tYfgQOs/T0wx7S-5p3I/AAAAAAAABEA/jAvYlrgAX4I/s1600/January%2B2012%2B047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713996922004023154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HX72tYfgQOs/T0wx7S-5p3I/AAAAAAAABEA/jAvYlrgAX4I/s200/January%2B2012%2B047.JPG" /></a>Carter's first (and only??) Chuckee Cheese birthday party!!! He was so excited that he... well that he peed in his pants (literally).. what a memory!</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRN9BbsxniM/T0wx6yV-ySI/AAAAAAAABD0/EceUcuD07iQ/s1600/January%2B2012%2B009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713996913242458402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FRN9BbsxniM/T0wx6yV-ySI/AAAAAAAABD0/EceUcuD07iQ/s200/January%2B2012%2B009.JPG" /></a></div><div>Collin's first introduction to sports. "Uh, Dad, really? I'm just 3 months old - give me some time!"</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713996904323741346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPSxBl9RE8/T0wx6RHl9qI/AAAAAAAABDo/waDGSyMXohs/s200/January%2B2012%2B002.JPG" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxPSxBl9RE8/T0wx6RHl9qI/AAAAAAAABDo/waDGSyMXohs/s1600/January%2B2012%2B002.JPG"></a></div><div>Collin's first sit in the Bumbo seat. "Am I doing good here mom? Really?"</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714001475147796370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3zid5ZmI4Y/T0w2EUw-D5I/AAAAAAAABFU/3s3lGGv7K_Q/s200/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B071.JPG" />First time seeing Santa Claus.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714002235478685042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HastaLmWxfM/T0w2wlN-tXI/AAAAAAAABFs/Ylc_EoLmdH0/s200/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B041.JPG" />First photo shoot - all tuckered out!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHDf-V249R4/T0wwnGyUbGI/AAAAAAAABCs/PGj6w3s3htQ/s1600/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713995475621014626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHDf-V249R4/T0wwnGyUbGI/AAAAAAAABCs/PGj6w3s3htQ/s200/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B008.JPG" /></a>First time Carter gets to play basketball with his three favorite men - Daddy, Pop-Pop, and Pops!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714002226857281186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKlkWAP1xeg/T0w2wFGehqI/AAAAAAAABFg/OBKNjS8d2Ms/s200/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B018.JPG" />First pillow talk with big brother.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714005184009064002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRJUNT-E14E/T0w5cNWZzkI/AAAAAAAABGY/sWFPqvaJ4aI/s200/November%2B2011%2B009.JPG" /></div><div> Collin's first bath - oh how they love those baths in the first weeks.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714005179574212082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke649GnHAzg/T0w5b81DVfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/lQQFtaKs4o8/s200/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B021.JPG" /></div><div> Collin's first time peeing on me in the bath.</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPlgjk5PENg/T0wwmplt_dI/AAAAAAAABCU/UYqd-785_RI/s1600/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713995467783536082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPlgjk5PENg/T0wwmplt_dI/AAAAAAAABCU/UYqd-785_RI/s200/November%2Band%2BDecember%2B2011%2B079.JPG" /></a>First lost tooth!!</div><div> </div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-39593175096090990182012-02-22T09:43:00.006-08:002012-02-22T10:04:11.007-08:00A Family of Five<div><div>Yes I know -- in typical 'third child' fashion, I'm posting the arrival of our newest family member four months late. Shame on mommy ... but there is no shame in celebrating this little life! Collin Adams was born October 27th weighing in at 7lbs 1 oz. He's been a stud ever since!</div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712021090999962370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hu0oIyCIE4/T0Us6y6XiwI/AAAAAAAABBw/zZZb8Q5Qf9o/s200/Collin%2BFirst%2BWeeks%2B116.JPG" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712021485683825074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lfkU95D-NY/T0UtRxOVWbI/AAAAAAAABB8/1sDPjjlTS0E/s200/Collin%2BFirst%2BWeeks%2B146.JPG" /></div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712020581908294850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOU-1xhBwBs/T0UsdKZdLMI/AAAAAAAABBY/Z18Hews1P1M/s200/Collin%2BFirst%2BWeeks%2B193.JPG" /></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-41040051778961470742012-01-19T08:42:00.000-08:002012-01-19T08:58:04.250-08:00Mommy Bootcamp Time AgainReady to get serious about your New Year's fitness goals? Come join us!<br /><br /><strong>Where:</strong> The Overlook – 1530 Mossvale Court<br /><strong>What</strong>: One hour session packed with both cardio and strength training in a circuit format designed to jumpstart your fitness or put your current fitness into high gear.<br /><strong>When</strong>: Fridays @ 9:30am, Beginning Feb 3rd<br /><strong>Who</strong>: Led by ACE Certified Personal Trainer, Shannon Galbreath<br /><br />$35 for 4 weeks or $60 for 8 weeks<br /><br />For more information and to reserve your spot email shannon@leagueofherown.org or call 678-524-3892.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-79745459933278293472011-10-12T08:09:00.000-07:002011-10-12T08:16:22.630-07:00Pumpkin Patch 2011<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ypBW7mll8/TpWue2F0g8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/c6L6lKQg-DU/s1600/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662623951427503042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ypBW7mll8/TpWue2F0g8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/c6L6lKQg-DU/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pe-chsJV6k/TpWueuaWRLI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tOt2BvYNTk0/s1600/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662623949366117554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pe-chsJV6k/TpWueuaWRLI/AAAAAAAAA8o/tOt2BvYNTk0/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B057.JPG" /></a><br />Quite the "posers" for pictures this year -- it was funny. I think you go from not getting ANY shots with your child sitting still around 1 or 2 yrs old ... to all of the sudden finding yourself saying, "that's cute but why don't you just go play and look around (aka look natural!)" ha! : )<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98i3eu_3Cos/TpWueWMMgBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Oh-XvUMzPBo/s1600/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662623942864306194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98i3eu_3Cos/TpWueWMMgBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Oh-XvUMzPBo/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B048.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7U_MT6ze68/TpWud8V9f4I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tSepX9rKr9g/s1600/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662623935925944194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7U_MT6ze68/TpWud8V9f4I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tSepX9rKr9g/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B031.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idf4JcKmTJ4/TpWt56cX5MI/AAAAAAAAA8E/KTap2M1RX0c/s1600/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662623316940678338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idf4JcKmTJ4/TpWt56cX5MI/AAAAAAAAA8E/KTap2M1RX0c/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B030.JPG" /></a>Making sure Baby Collin feels the love!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77isd0rnWZ4/TpWt5pS7qCI/AAAAAAAAA78/VsoMTE9JsaE/s1600/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662623312337676322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77isd0rnWZ4/TpWt5pS7qCI/AAAAAAAAA78/VsoMTE9JsaE/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B024.JPG" /></a> They truly are best friends. I can't tell you how much that swells my heart with joy!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-78265189461948436252011-10-12T03:30:00.000-07:002011-10-13T07:29:54.492-07:00A Baby "Sprinkle" for Collin<div><br /><br />I must say, this little guy (*named Collin Adams .. NOT Parker Adams in the previous post... that name journey was a rough road between mommy and daddy and one we don't want to revisit. We are happy with Collin Adams and if anyone has objections or a comment other than "that sounds perfect" then please keep them to youselves!) had a special celebration and truly mommy didn't need that much at all for his arrival. Especially after neighbors and friends literally came out of nowhere and have been dropping items at my doorstep ... literally - bassinets, strollers, clothes, etc. So grateful for generosity!! </div><br /><div>Just spending time at an awesome restaurant (Chicken and the Egg) with sweet friends was perfect!</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662554444581479650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5onXnBCYw_w/TpVvRA6WpOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hkcaD0uQnNk/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B006.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662555094654504530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Keuzk-avYZQ/TpVv22n1zlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/8-NIqC8z91U/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B009.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662554448967626914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73SqtFJMLWs/TpVvRRQF8KI/AAAAAAAAA7g/IjmmXQV2Jbo/s200/September%2Band%2BOctober%2B2011%2B007.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-58394232875939418302011-07-25T13:07:00.000-07:002011-10-12T10:15:29.405-07:00Summer 2011<div align="center">Seriously?? I let almost a half of a year go by without updating my blog. Pardon me!! I did want to post some pics to recap our summer. I'm going to blame the spring days on the third little Galbreath on his way .... my first trimester YUK had me down and out for this past spring. I'm now over 6 months along and we simply can not WAIT for Parker Adams Galbreath to arrive in November!! </div>As for our summer days -- we got our beach trip in early this summer. It was a blast! The kids are now old enough for me to actually SIT and talk to my husband for a full conversation on the beach uninterupted ... OR even read a book while they play (gasp!) Trust me, I'm cherishing every second of these days because they are shortlived for a while. Carter was happy as can be if he was either playing evening baseball on the beach or fishing for sharks at sunrise with daddy. Kelsey occupied herself just fine in the sand or especially in the pool.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qsAR3ivSFs/Ti3N4L5gLeI/AAAAAAAAA5I/oZTy-EOzFNw/s1600/June%2B2011%2B060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633385074060701154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1qsAR3ivSFs/Ti3N4L5gLeI/AAAAAAAAA5I/oZTy-EOzFNw/s320/June%2B2011%2B060.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VQl3BBOFNE/Ti3N3yT06cI/AAAAAAAAA5A/s6DwSlqjCzA/s1600/June%2B2011%2B109.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633385067191790018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VQl3BBOFNE/Ti3N3yT06cI/AAAAAAAAA5A/s6DwSlqjCzA/s320/June%2B2011%2B109.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jSTiQ1hlpY/Ti3N3pu8LLI/AAAAAAAAA44/hHm6KHDNRzQ/s1600/June%2B2011%2B069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633385064889593010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jSTiQ1hlpY/Ti3N3pu8LLI/AAAAAAAAA44/hHm6KHDNRzQ/s320/June%2B2011%2B069.JPG" /></a> Truly, our summer can be summed up in one word though - BASEBALL!!<br />I feel like we went from 5 yrs old to 10 yrs old in one summer. All Stars was intense - we were literally at the ballpark for 5-6 days out of the week. Kelsey could not have been better about it... begging to go to every single practice. A true ballpark rat : ) Carter was the only 5 yr old that played up on the Farm ball AllStar B team. He also never complained one second and would be at the park every night if he had his way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXAedALkyQI/Ti3N3YqPtGI/AAAAAAAAA4w/sYQfLnF5iF4/s1600/July%2B2011%2B015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633385060306498658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXAedALkyQI/Ti3N3YqPtGI/AAAAAAAAA4w/sYQfLnF5iF4/s320/July%2B2011%2B015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFMFChfrMEQ/Ti3N3KH7tII/AAAAAAAAA4o/HFKYTsBsNyM/s1600/DSCN7770%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633385056404485250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFMFChfrMEQ/Ti3N3KH7tII/AAAAAAAAA4o/HFKYTsBsNyM/s320/DSCN7770%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-82559694822403174192011-02-16T11:02:00.001-08:002011-02-16T11:17:22.991-08:00Birthday FUN!!!I get hit with the double whammy every year with two birthdays that are 1 week apart. It's not the hassle of planning two parties that I mind, but rather the realization that BOTH of my children are growing up! So Happy #5 to Carter-man and Happy #3 to Princess Kelsey! They are truly our world!!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574366830802382690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AV20M5-nTw/TVwhGS2yL2I/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ovw5hDfKmdk/s320/January%2B2011%2B012.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574366828209846194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AVoLaxYBx7k/TVwhGJMrN7I/AAAAAAAAA4M/EuGucbIArZ0/s320/January%2B2011%2B034.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574366826308779042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BifcQcimL6I/TVwhGCHbPCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/URGH8LQVm_Y/s320/January%2B2011%2B002.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574366823577544946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubAQD_eoyg8/TVwhF38P6PI/AAAAAAAAA38/9x_DAWurlp0/s320/February%2B2011%2B030.JPG" /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhoFYOTC0kc/TVwhVI9VZlI/AAAAAAAAA4c/k-nQSWbO2y8/s1600/February%2B2011%2B041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574367085843539538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhoFYOTC0kc/TVwhVI9VZlI/AAAAAAAAA4c/k-nQSWbO2y8/s320/February%2B2011%2B041.JPG" /></a> <div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pusKLwDQo50/TVwhFZo0ggI/AAAAAAAAA30/iz7pZOuj0hw/s1600/February%2B2011%2B046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574366815442993666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pusKLwDQo50/TVwhFZo0ggI/AAAAAAAAA30/iz7pZOuj0hw/s320/February%2B2011%2B046.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxTTlj_XeNE/TVwgTkJ9IiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ijY_6dQsMno/s1600/February%2B2011%2B063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574365959272866338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxTTlj_XeNE/TVwgTkJ9IiI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ijY_6dQsMno/s320/February%2B2011%2B063.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKt1kVecOKc/TVwgTf5YWTI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2EJWHMsrkWs/s1600/February%2B2011%2B029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574365958129604914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKt1kVecOKc/TVwgTf5YWTI/AAAAAAAAA3k/2EJWHMsrkWs/s320/February%2B2011%2B029.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdMIZBpcICk/TVwgTH6H31I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Yzc81en3bcI/s1600/February%2B2011%2B006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574365951690268498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RdMIZBpcICk/TVwgTH6H31I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Yzc81en3bcI/s320/February%2B2011%2B006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7AA2fF5QYg/TVwgSwQqFKI/AAAAAAAAA3U/zZs3gnNxJvM/s1600/February%2B2011%2B010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574365945342334114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_7AA2fF5QYg/TVwgSwQqFKI/AAAAAAAAA3U/zZs3gnNxJvM/s320/February%2B2011%2B010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZgK4S-J9Rk/TVwgStEqiqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cJbeXQEmC-0/s1600/February%2B2011%2B001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574365944486726306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZgK4S-J9Rk/TVwgStEqiqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/cJbeXQEmC-0/s320/February%2B2011%2B001.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-75954051850153305062011-01-12T04:16:00.000-08:002011-01-12T16:27:04.040-08:00Let Us Love One Another....<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561272741626933986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TS2cF_e8cuI/AAAAAAAAA2w/44LvFZvFihk/s320/sledding.jpg" />In the midst of the big "Snow In", I had to atleast prove I could post a little to the blog while we are confined to the house. I must say, we've loved the family time together!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TS2cGvbCfPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hlQ2CAtvcYY/s1600/December%2B2010%2B067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561272754495454450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TS2cGvbCfPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hlQ2CAtvcYY/s320/December%2B2010%2B067.JPG" /></a> It's been so neat to watch Carter and Kelsey grow so close together. He is beyond protective of her and she can't stand it when he's not around.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TS2cGV3u5hI/AAAAAAAAA24/ej-7m2rjRZc/s1600/December%2B2010%2B058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561272747636483602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TS2cGV3u5hI/AAAAAAAAA24/ej-7m2rjRZc/s320/December%2B2010%2B058.JPG" /></a> Kelsey was not feeling good recently and she specifically requested to 'cuddle with carter'. Her big brother LOVED this and rubbed her head for as long as she'd let him!<br /><br /><br /><br />This is a video of Carter's classroom at his Christmas party. His teacher graciously let Kelsey participate with this class. She tries so hard to keep up with a song she's never even heard before.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwzRDG9-6Y4tYlCViq720IgHSbiOfKnWlRcY6HaS2h4x4kv7xGd1BAmywFcCekoH7LEPSj6Ovlphz5LWdf2AA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-81582768987632823542010-10-28T13:09:00.000-07:002010-10-28T14:27:18.024-07:00Not Forgotten<div>I wince at the number of days, weeks, months that have gone by since my last blog post. But, the 'blog update' guilt cloud hangs over me not so much because I haven't shared with my readers what is going on in the Galbreath home. It is more painful knowing that because I've kept all these sweet moments and stories of my children to myself, they may just be forgotten in the days to come. A very scarey realization for a mother -- that no matter how large God created her brain, she simply cannot tuck away every word, laughter, hug, facial expression, and "first" in a mommy memory vault. Hence the common phrase I hear, "please say you wrote that down!" </div><div>So here I go, onto my virtual journal and scrapbook, so that these sweet sweet days I have with a full of life two year old and a stunning and sensitve four year old .. are .. not... forgotten.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533192255823572994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TMnZCmJOcAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ITDiE-2_i_w/s320/September+and+October+2010+023.JPG" /></div><div>Of Carter -- I do not want to forget that </div><div>- He asked me last week as we were saying his goodnight prayers, "When is God going to start praying to ME, Mommy?"</div><div>- It takes him more than twice as long to get over one of Kelsey's spankings or time outs as it does Kelsey herself. </div><div>- He has become somewhat of a clepto, uh, I mean "collector" I honestly do not understand how he runs around with the contents in his pockets -- coins, leaves, sticks, ROCKS, bottle tops and other 'treasures' (aka trash!) I thought this was going to be a short lived phase but he's hanging on pretty well at this. You'd think the child has no toys to play with the way he covets an old rubberband dropped on the floor of Target. (PS he is dying for a metal detector from Santa so he can pick up even more lost treasures!) </div><div>- He can flat out HIT a BASEball! And the fact that we ended up in the ER with a bloody nose from a flyball did not stop him getting back on the field again the same week. He got his first in the park homerun this season and batted a double left handed! (yes Phill is that dad/coach that suggests to his 4 yr old that he switch hit in a game) His focus during a TBall game makes us so proud! </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TMnZCIWAkSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tKpvEvzUJU4/s1600/September+and+October+2010+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533192247824126242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/TMnZCIWAkSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/tKpvEvzUJU4/s320/September+and+October+2010+020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Of Kelsey, I do not want to forget:</div><div>- The way she looks randomly at Phill out of the corner of her eyes smiling and says, "You awesome Daddy."</div><div>- How she likes to instruct, teach and conduct an audience. She just needs a small stool or box to stand on and people to obey her commands and listen to her. If Kelsey is singing, it is very important that you not join in until told to do so. She does love to hear herself sing.</div><div>- When I tuck her in to sleep, her #1 delay tactic is to say, "Mommy WAIT, " I come closer, "Tell me something Mommy" That is code for her wanting me to tell her all the things that she is going to do when she wakes up. The next few minutes (or longer) consist of her asking me if she can take bunny ... and baby... and pillow.. (all the items in her bed) to the places we will go. She will not truly let me leave the room unless she has said, "night night" on her own terms.</div><div>- She is still a very picky eater. But a game of family 'I Spy' at the dinner table has done wonders as she has to take a bite before she takes her turn. She gets so excited as to what she picks in her eye spy game that her turn goes like this, "I Spy with my lil eye ... sumfin that is PINK ...... (we try to start a guess) .. MY SHIRT!!!" </div><div>- Potty Training has been fun with Kelsey. Yes I said "fun" and "potty training" in the same sentence. She has really taken initiative in this and has been especially good at going #2 on the potty. However, her amusement stems from the surprise shape of her creation in the potty. This week she came running in from the bathroom saying, "Mommy, I poopied a SNOWMAN!!" Yesterday she told me she pooped a rock at school. Whatever works, right?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ahh, now my mommy brain is a bit unloaded and hopefully I can go forward and be better to update the blog regularly. The next post will have more pictures -- I promise!</div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-58633604548105688462010-06-24T11:41:00.000-07:002010-06-24T11:49:27.209-07:00A Plug for What's Good for You ...I am pretty sure most of my readers know I am a distributor for Juice Plus. I've taken the product for about 8 years now and I believe in it %110! So why not blog about it?! There is truly nothing you can dispute it for - its pure and simple 17 different fruits, veggies and grains in a daily capsule form. Probably more than I love taking the product myself, is that I can give my children the Juice Plus <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gummies</span>. Oh the comfort of knowing that are putting some real goodness in their mouths at the end of the day - and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span>' even have to bargain for it!<br /><br />Speaking of <strong>Juice Plus</strong> and <strong>KIDS</strong> ... here's good news if you don't already know.<br /><br />Juice Plus+ established a Children Health Study several years ago to benefit children between the ages of 4 through college. With every new adult Juice Plus+ customer an accompanying child can receive Juice Plus+ capsules or soft chews for <strong>free</strong>! This incentive was created to heighten awareness in our children today to the importance of nutrition and the impact that it has on our lives today and in the future.<br /><br />Did you know…?<br /><br /><em>For the first time in history the U.S. life expectancy will fall dramatically in coming years, a startling shift in a long-running trend toward longer lives.<br /> Associated Press March 2005.</em><br /><br />Juice Plus+ not only wants to partner with individuals to provide a tool to assist them in filling the nutritional gap between what they eat and what they should eat, but they also want to provide them educational support to encourage them down that road to better health. The Juice Plus+ Children’s Health Study is a way to track the progress that is being made once a child begins to consume Juice Plus+. Detailed below you can see the longer a person takes Juice Plus+ the better their health picture!<br /><br />Feel free to contact me with questions concerning this wonderful opportunity! I don’t know of many people today who consume 9 – 13 raw fruits and vegetables a day like we should…Juice Plus+ helps us meet that challenge! What a great way to build the body of a growing child and prepare them for adulthood than to give them foundational nutrition!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.juiceplus.com/+sg55471">http://www.juiceplus.com/+sg55471</a><br /><a href="mailto:skv18@aol.com">skv18@aol.com</a>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-43774560474728341542010-05-17T10:38:00.000-07:002010-05-17T10:59:20.378-07:00When Your Heart Bursts with Pride . . .Our little guy often gives us that feeling that parents get when your heart literally feels like it's swelling with pride. Not a feeling better in this world! Carter has been such a blessing to us. He's just such the rule follower and has a work ethic that is fueled by a passionate heart. He truly lives life to the fullest and I love it!! <div><br /><br /><div align="center">I actually just told a parent today at Carter's school that I wish I could take 'parenting' credit for his behavior and demeanor ... but I believe God formed his little heart this way and its only my job to steer his passions in the right way and just let him be who God created him to be - a strong heart with tender words and actions.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Carter has been most passionate about BASEBALL lately. He just finished his first TBall season and he finally 'gets' the game. He is either playing Wii baseball (VERY passionately of course.. to the point we've had to turn it off several times b/c he starts to cry when he thinks he might lose), or he's outside with Daddy playing catch, OR he's in front of the tv watching Braves baseball. Yes, we have to now record EVERY game so that he can watch it the next day since he obviously cannot stay up to finish all the games. And when I say he watches it as a 4 yr old, he is not merely glancing at it as he colors or runs around and plays. This kids has eyes glued to every single pitch. We have to pause it for him to go use the restroom. </div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472297397650283762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S_GBfVw9XPI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WD4xOLnHKW4/s320/May+2010+002+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p align="center">Of course his passion and leadership spill out in school as well. So today my heart did swell as I watched him on stage singing at his preschool end of the year ceremony. (I wish you could have seen the whole performance and stage to know just how 'on point' Carter was compared to the other kids in his class. The class above his row are older kids by the way)</p><br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwAAP_6r_B_XQkSPYV9IsQNCm4HrKqW-f2o5WDlIbC0ALwVYl7P649_KXANBRreY7LluUU_YrfVfmMEmceWdQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p align="center"><em>Thank you God for letting us parent this child - so fun!!</em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472299824549024082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S_GDsmqtUVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/zYfVFUOOSwo/s320/May+2010+020+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-8683640167957409402010-04-11T04:42:00.000-07:002010-04-11T04:51:36.776-07:00ABC'S<p align="center">This is Daddy and Kelsey's little acomplishment. They work on it every night when he puts her down for bed. Kelsey has been a little behind on her speech - most likely due to many many months of ear infections in her short life so far. So we are trying to really work with her to speak clearly! She's so proud of her ABC's. Next we will work with Daddy on <em>learning</em> his ABC's- since he skipped right over "J" and "K" without a blink of an eye : )</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwfHZRrz63Nutb6ExsC-hF4h4Zd3l9Utq7opBqGmAl_kZsEzZ3Ubal50l9QXpVD1a1wvFCWgVogIcjLcu8Ymw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-89264068629118227312010-03-27T04:31:00.000-07:002010-03-27T11:34:54.941-07:00Spring is in the Air ....<div align="center">We feel Spring set in motion. Between egg hunts, Tball games, and lazy afternoon play in our driveway, it feels so refreshing to be outside. And I must say with Kelsey at 2 yrs old and Carter at 4 yrs old, days are getting so much easier and FUN! We are counting down until the pool opens. In the meantime, we definitely are enjoying any sunshine we can get!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649Rq2wiAI/AAAAAAAAA18/88ocrokGB4Y/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453363572563281922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649Rq2wiAI/AAAAAAAAA18/88ocrokGB4Y/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649RJ1aqQI/AAAAAAAAA10/yx6oDBse_Qs/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453363563699284226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649RJ1aqQI/AAAAAAAAA10/yx6oDBse_Qs/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649Q3Ue_8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/7QTxPupU2A0/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453363558729318338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649Q3Ue_8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/7QTxPupU2A0/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649QHgkwII/AAAAAAAAA1k/s7r6RvWsi38/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453363545895125122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649QHgkwII/AAAAAAAAA1k/s7r6RvWsi38/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649PyMdHiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ST9k3kKIlQc/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453363540173594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S649PyMdHiI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ST9k3kKIlQc/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These next pics are taken on one of those 'after nap play in the driveway until daddy gets home' days! The neighbors usually congregate and it makes for such a fun way to spend those dreaded hours for a mom at the end of the day waiting on dinner and daddy : ) [Speaking of Daddy, he bought me this new amazing camera for our 7th anniversary this month - I love it!]<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453275545548078450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tN0q3vXI/AAAAAAAAA00/o-kp0gbY_NI/s320/March+2010+007.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tPC_NdnI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fWs3rcJFLn0/s1600/March+2010+043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453275566571353714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tPC_NdnI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fWs3rcJFLn0/s320/March+2010+043.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kelsey quickly insists on being "too hot" in the sunshine so she just takes off her shirt. I mean, that is the logical solution, right mom? She loves watching Carter play 'bay ball' and swings her bat around next to Carter.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tOqVM5RI/AAAAAAAAA1E/l_498TQC4Z4/s1600/March+2010+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453275559952704786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tOqVM5RI/AAAAAAAAA1E/l_498TQC4Z4/s320/March+2010+050.JPG" border="0" /></a> Go Nationals! Carter (and whole family) are deeply invested in TBall this year. Who would have thought that a 4 yr old would have to be at the park up to 3 times a week with practices or a game. He takes it seriously though - as you can see with that tonque out!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tOIuqyXI/AAAAAAAAA08/eWQI3jcItmo/s1600/March+2010+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453275550932715890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tOIuqyXI/AAAAAAAAA08/eWQI3jcItmo/s320/March+2010+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> (Again, shirtless Kelsey - we'll work on that. I promise I did buy her shirts this year)<br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453275571508140818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S63tPVYO2xI/AAAAAAAAA1U/KDwyjpsFDDY/s320/March+2010+060.JPG" border="0" /> And the "look." Oh how many countless times a day do we see this look. Actually in this picture she had just fallen down outside while trying to push her babydoll in her stroller. So this look is really saying, "do you really think I want you to take my picture right now Mom?" Phill just calls it her prima donna look.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-18881720820101947262010-02-06T04:22:00.000-08:002010-02-08T12:23:57.643-08:00Kelsey Turns 2!Kelsey Laine just celebrated two years of life. And that life is FULL in her! In honor of our daughter at her 2nd birthday, I'll share two qualites that I think describe her:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961560735686418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqPRBUHxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/WOStgKwemzc/s320/February+2010+061.JPG" border="0" />1. Kelsey is <strong>fearless.</strong> She adores being the star of the room; her eyes are the brightest when people are watching her. This applies to almost every aspect in her little life and an attribute that we are proud of in many ways, but one that we worry about in her too. She is fearless and confident when it comes to strangers. Quite frequently in public she can be found trying to get a stranger's attention to show off her bow or point to Carter to show off her big brother. She is fearless in a physical sense too -- Phill tries to see fear in her eyes throwing her up in the air or flipping her upside down -- but she just smiles and says "again, again".<br /><div>She's tough and not much can really break her spirit. Especially in the area of discipline. Phill is the stricter parent, and Carter falls right in line at an intense word of instruction from Daddy. Not so much Kelsey. Here's an example:</div><br /><div>At dinner table. Kelsey stands in her highchair (eyeing Daddy the whole time, I might add, as if to say, "are you seeing this Daddy? Whatcha gonna do?)</div><br /><div>Daddy: "Kelsey, Please sit down and eat your dinner"</div><br /><div>Kelsey: Squats down. Then begins to stand up again, cutting her eyes at Daddy.</div><br /><div>Daddy: "Kelsey, sit down or you are going to time out"</div><br /><div>Kelsey: Pouty face but not sitting down.</div><br /><div>Daddy: Gets up from table with a stern look and comes towards her.</div><br /><div>Kelsey: Quickly sits down but decides to do it HER way. She turns sideways, plops her bottom down for daddy - but props her feet up on the highchair for herself and eats the rest of her dinner. ('fine, have it your way daddy, but I'll have it mine too)</div><br /><div>We just rolled our eyes, and laughed.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435107880109614306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S21h0g3cJOI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8acK0idLbZM/s320/Christmas+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqQaZox-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/AjUDfPoxmEE/s1600-h/February+2010+074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961580433491938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqQaZox-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/AjUDfPoxmEE/s320/February+2010+074.JPG" border="0" /></a> An icing eater -- Carter is a cake eater .... does this surprise you?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqQB2LWYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ku5vc-SEkyY/s1600-h/February+2010+069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961573842311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqQB2LWYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ku5vc-SEkyY/s320/February+2010+069.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqP_gla8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/MkzSR3v0zkM/s1600-h/February+2010+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961573214874562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqP_gla8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/MkzSR3v0zkM/s320/February+2010+049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2. Kelsey is a <strong>woman with a detailed plan</strong>. Anyone who has babysat for Kelsey knows that if she sits down to do a puzzle or play with a game, she will probably look at you and then tap the spot next to her for you to come sit with her. She won't give it up until you come sit with her either. She has an exact seating chart for the whole family at times. She loves helping me cook or clean and takes that plan very seriously.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435968940744427842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3Bw81sgyUI/AAAAAAAAA0s/7AqxHdxtqBI/s320/February+2010+043.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>She knows how things are done and she wants it done right. By the time she was 15 months, she could climb into the drivers seat in the car (while parked in the garage) and find the correct car key and insert it in the ignition. If she is playing with a doll, I have to get a bowl of goldfish for her AND baby. And of course if she is playing playdoh, I must also get out some for the doll (do I have a 3rd child?) She definately knows what she wants -- this might translate into "bossy" one day, but right now it's mostly cute : )<br /><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435107875538121602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S21h0P1gs4I/AAAAAAAAAzk/Bh7o1Z1dT1I/s320/Misc+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Here she dressed up in her new princess dress, and of course that meant that Carter needed to dress up too!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961585833454290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S3BqQuhFqtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/RLJGje9ScBs/s320/February+2010+076.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><div><br /><br />She is growing up for sure!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S21h1NMTYfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1RUqLdhqeH4/s1600-h/KelseyLaineGalbreath+2-07-08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435107892008280562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S21h1NMTYfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1RUqLdhqeH4/s320/KelseyLaineGalbreath+2-07-08.jpg" border="0" /></a> Birth</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435107894244952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S21h1VhkSmI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rceTYLeBnAo/s320/Kelsey%27s+1st+birthday+2009+035.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">One Year Old<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxiV6uGsv0fuhlR7Tpc9CC4AWDRxJY5At_acKAQXii2sFHHL0i2cv9IJqlUwy9-0QKY3fXN0i-Lbe-zAv_k' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Kelsey at TWO years old! Happy Birthday!<br /><div><div align="center"><div><br /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-77329592231843818322010-01-27T10:18:00.000-08:002010-02-02T11:46:55.541-08:00Happy 4th Birthday Carter!A few days ago, Carter turned 4 years old. And I'll tell you what - we are certainly not the same without those 4 years of having him in our lives. This kid knocks our socks off! I am so proud of the little person he is becoming - seeing the qualities God rooted deep in his being, begin to really grow!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433731868565478994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h-WGaQnlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/u_RjxQfcUJc/s320/January+2009+040.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">In honor of the #4 birthday, I have chosen 4 qualities in Carter that we adore:</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">1- First and foremost, he has the most <strong>compassionate</strong> heart I've ever seen in such a young boy. Here is a quick story to display that: Last weekend, Carter and Kelsey decided to have a little popcorn picnic under the kitchen table after church on a rainy day. Phill and I were busying around the house. Carter comes up to me and says, "you know what, Kelsey was trying to eat one of these Mommy!" (as he holds up a popcorn kernel). "Oh no," I say, "yeah, don't let her eat those Carter" (knowing that she does usually spit them out if she ever gets one in her mouth). <fast>Phill walks in the kitchen and hears a "clink, clink, clink". Fast approaching the sound, Phill becomes aware of his two little picnic buddies putting popcorn kernels down the floor vent. <we>Afterwards, with a quivering lip, Carter starts to explain his motivation for the unacceptable, you-know-better, behavior. "Daddy," he says, "you know the whole reason I was doing that with Kelsey?. . . . I was just trying to keep her from eating those kernels" <insert></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433723157560433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h2bDY0G-I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Pi1AHtcddMM/s320/January+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">(picture of Carter with Mary Laine - he loves holding 'babies')<br /><br /></p><br /><div>2. His <strong>humor</strong>. This is a quality that is quickly developing over the past year. I started to realize that so many of the preschool class mom's were consistently saying that their child loved Carter because he was "so funny"! He has his father's love of slapstick comedy I do believe and at a preschool level, he has been known to put on a little comedy show for us in the evenings. Laughter does soothe the soul.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433723966004934642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h3KHFAN_I/AAAAAAAAAyU/KZVyAyJyj0g/s320/January+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>3. His <strong>competitive</strong> nature. Again a quality from his dad and one I've already written about. I hope this is channeled more in sports than anything else. But I must say the boy weaves a good competition into all aspects of his life. Even the smallest of tasks. For example, Pops will ask Carter if he needs to go potty (usually from obvious physical "gotta go pee" signs he is displaying). Carter will say, "No, I don't have to." To make the truth come out, all Pops will say is, "I bet you can't go tinkle by the time I count to 15 ... one.. two.. " Promptly we hear the sound of pattering feet towards the bathroom and the potty lid banging open. : )</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734113066856690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2iAYv1FsPI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZRrVU5suy8U/s320/May+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>4. He's a <strong>rule follower</strong>. We cherish this quality of course as parents - especially since Kelsey was born and we realized not all children are born rule followers : ) He's been this way all his life -- at 18 months we told him to not ever get out of his big boy bed without mommy or daddy coming to get him. Rule explained, rule followed. In his little basketball league this year, coaches told him to stay in his "zone" for defense and hold his hands up. This was the one rule Phill had to try to break all season - so that he'd actually get out of his "zone" and run to get a loose ball. And everytime I put the kids in the car to just go down the street and tell carter he doesn't have to buckle his carseat all the way since we are just going a few houses down, he always says, "oh but mommy, I sure hope there is not a policeman on the street." Thank you Carter for your honest and simple obedience (in most things, he IS still a kid!)</div><br /><br /><p><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center">HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARTER MAN!</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433731879463475746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h-WvAi2iI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZrSnE8bFzgM/s320/Carter%27s+First+Few+Weeks+065.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Birth<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433728103817382306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h669oXiaI/AAAAAAAAAys/kE5A6XXV7qw/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">One Year Old</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433728109548990370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h67S-476I/AAAAAAAAAy0/KLtq2P4ZYDg/s320/Carter%27s+2nd+Birthday+032.JPG" border="0" /> Two Years Old</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433728116009234066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h67rDIbpI/AAAAAAAAAy8/prPxwAuhS4w/s320/January+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /> Three Years Old</p><br /><p><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433725651587158066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/S2h4sOXH0DI/AAAAAAAAAyk/n4qpx19L2a8/s320/January+2009+041.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Four Years Old!!<br /><br /><br /></p>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-48422015302290328842009-12-31T12:10:00.000-08:002009-12-31T12:16:00.057-08:00Christmas Photo Shoot<div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F4dpWscI/AAAAAAAAAxs/UErtyHwVQWQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495994012840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F4dpWscI/AAAAAAAAAxs/UErtyHwVQWQ/s320/Christmas+2009+048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F4J3uzrI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SNWP1NaOcMQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495988704431794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F4J3uzrI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SNWP1NaOcMQ/s320/Christmas+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F3gF0vVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/3FeLB9mV8dI/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495977489251666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F3gF0vVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/3FeLB9mV8dI/s320/Christmas+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F3UTWQbI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8r3pie2AuQI/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495974324748722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F3UTWQbI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8r3pie2AuQI/s320/Christmas+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F24qfqFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7G_oLzYPc44/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495966905641042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0F24qfqFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7G_oLzYPc44/s320/Christmas+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421496350115693794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0GNMO5BOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-BTnUUJH6qQ/s320/Christmas+2009+040.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421496352020822130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0GNTVG-HI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ogr4LfbmA6Y/s320/Christmas+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-40777569975465625282009-12-31T11:52:00.000-08:002009-12-31T12:10:38.878-08:00We believe ...Christmas this year was one to remember. Not just because mommy and daddy were giddy shopping down the toy aisles multiple times, but because we had a little boy who believed with all of his being in the spirit of Christmas. The "spirit" of christmas, to me, was Carter this year. He came down the stairs every single day in December with a sense of anticipation - searching for "Elfie" and putting up another ornament on the advent tree. Carter was just as amazed in the story of Santa Claus riding thru the sky with his reindeers as he was in awe of the wise men following a star to find baby Jesus in a manger. In fact, on Christmas morning Carter busted in our bedroom saying, "Mommy, Daddy, Santa came.. He really did!" .... then in almost the same breath he said, "oh, I almost forgot to tell Baby Jesus Happy Birthday today" I know that Santa Claus can sometimes taint the "true meaning" of Christmas .. but to see a little boy completely wrapped up in ALL of it - the sweet gift of Jesus and the FUN tradition of Santa Claus - was what brought our family the Spirit of Christmas this year. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492161834651538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0CZZq4D5I/AAAAAAAAAws/czuZYuhn4OM/s320/Christmas+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492157090511874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0CZH_yPAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Hzyq6C4AwLo/s320/Christmas+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0CaeUNc6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/RnGzH_wK0-I/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492180261630882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0CaeUNc6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/RnGzH_wK0-I/s320/Christmas+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Kelsey of course loved all of her GIRLY toys that Santa brought. Daddy insisted on waking her up to open gifts on Christmas morning. She is a little under the weather as you can tell - but enjoyed every bit of it all the same.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0CZ_H-d6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/iOUFt1tpTEQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492171888818082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0CZ_H-d6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/iOUFt1tpTEQ/s320/Christmas+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>We had our annual Christmas Day brunch with Mimi, Pops and Uncle Jon. Carter asked ONLY for a Hungry Hungry Hippo from Santa. And despite GI Joe's, swords and a Leapster -- he'll tell you that Hungry Hungry Hippo was his favorite : )<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492184115064018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sz0Casq8LNI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6g0j1H_S3Bs/s320/Christmas+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-58049425224128736982009-11-03T11:19:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:38:15.726-08:00Sillys<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCDz42m6XI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Mi6oMd1zWaw/s1600-h/October+2009+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960880675219826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCDz42m6XI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Mi6oMd1zWaw/s320/October+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCDzquL2KI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YJBxB1Ng4JE/s1600-h/October+2009+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960876881795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCDzquL2KI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YJBxB1Ng4JE/s320/October+2009+022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Starting to debate the Vitamin C and Cold remedy - considering the incredible amounts of orange slices Kelsey has consumed this month and she's had a cold for over 2 weeks. She's happy nonetheless!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCDzYdIVtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/aJqXE-Ya5X4/s1600-h/October+2009+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960871978424018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCDzYdIVtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/aJqXE-Ya5X4/s320/October+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Before you report me - let me explain. We do not normally make Carter eat his dinner alone and NAKED at the table (and Kelsey spectate from her STANCE in a chair). However, on this particular night Carter had spilled his water all over himself. He's a slow eater anyways - so by the time we gave him a new plate, took off his wet clothes, etc - everyone else was finished. Carter insisted on finishing his meal at this point and bathtime was soon to follow - so naked he sat at the dinner table. We promise we won't let him do this when we have dinner guests! : )</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxLDbexTWTTzb4CoCuQ0vlAE3pmHZBFF6l5V6PveHahS8dm3C-O2bIk3Phs0aOzcln7sWHcxsL1o0rWu3Fr' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This isn't a great video of how the "knock knock" rendition usually goes down in our household. Basically Carter is cracking himself up with his own made-up knock knock jokes lately (things like "knock knock - who's there? - chair - chair who?- chair potty car" Phill and I do the appropriate fake "ha ha" to give him a thrill. But we also noticed Kelsey was playing her part quite well too. Turns out, he totally cracks her up everytime!<br /><br /></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-9599745578961338932009-11-03T11:12:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:19:40.126-08:00Halloween 2009<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCK-sr2sI/AAAAAAAAAwE/fWuvxHHuCjQ/s1600-h/October+2009+047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959078357949122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCK-sr2sI/AAAAAAAAAwE/fWuvxHHuCjQ/s320/October+2009+047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCKnnQZSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Oi_hSx29sHo/s1600-h/October+2009+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959072161162530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCKnnQZSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Oi_hSx29sHo/s320/October+2009+041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCKTsSjlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RqtQ3FNlqv0/s1600-h/October+2009+032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959066813566546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCKTsSjlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RqtQ3FNlqv0/s320/October+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCKLR8U2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/3Ge5MOOSzCA/s1600-h/October+2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959064555574114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCKLR8U2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/3Ge5MOOSzCA/s320/October+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCJm0CmuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hRAbLP9nmyI/s1600-h/October+2009+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959054766480098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCCJm0CmuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hRAbLP9nmyI/s320/October+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXz0aPYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9Igre7Zs5l0/s1600-h/October+2009+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958199264230786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXz0aPYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9Igre7Zs5l0/s320/October+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXjHa5JI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9jdqM0WHSrc/s1600-h/October+2009+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958194780562578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXjHa5JI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9jdqM0WHSrc/s320/October+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXSbUndI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GipMohCxlSE/s1600-h/October+2009+055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958190300634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXSbUndI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GipMohCxlSE/s320/October+2009+055.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXMfuJUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8V-Aamywb7I/s1600-h/October+2009+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958188708472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBXMfuJUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8V-Aamywb7I/s320/October+2009+050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBWpIynAI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_iljXy6LZ5A/s1600-h/October+2009+059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958179217054722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SvCBWpIynAI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_iljXy6LZ5A/s320/October+2009+059.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-75905320490693980482009-10-17T06:11:00.001-07:002009-10-17T06:36:35.810-07:00A Moment to Document . . .I really wanted to take the time to document some things about Carter, quickly approaching 4 yrs old, and Kelsey, quickly coming upon age 2. The blog is just the best way for me to do it. So as it stands now . . .<br /><br /><strong>Favorite Foods</strong>:<br /><strong>Carter</strong> - Eggs or Pizza<br /><strong>Kelsey</strong> - Eggs or Fries<br /><br /><strong>Favorite Songs</strong>:<br /><strong>Carter</strong> - Berenstein Bears theme song (this is a family ritual. At approximately 7:30pm every night you can find the entire Galbreath family on the couch - milk in hand, pjs on - singing the theme song to Berenstein Bears. Daddy and Carter don't miss a word. Kelsey and Mommy are close behind : )<br /><strong>Kelsey</strong> - anything you are singing to her at the time. She truly loves music like Carter does and she'll keep tune with the best of 'em.<br /><br /><strong>Favorite Treat:</strong><br /><strong>C and K</strong> - Lollipops!<br /><br /><strong>Least Favorite Things (aka "what really bothers them right now"):</strong><strong>Carter</strong> - When things are out of place (thank you Phillip for passing on this trait) - like when his sippy cup (though empty) falls over or heaven forbid when his cheese stick is in the same "compartment" as his grapes on his plate. He dislikes spills very much too. If something gets wet on him, we must change it immediately. <br /><strong>Kelsey</strong> - When Carter touches her. She is very much a proponet of her own personal space lately. If Carter repeatedly picks at her, it is not uncommon to see her scowl, roar with anger, then lower her head and flat out charge Carter in a tackle/stomach bite. Ouch! Carter then will proceed to back off. This girl will no doubt hold her own.<br /><strong><br /><strong>Our "Works in Progress":</strong><br />Carter</strong> - learning how to lose. IF you know Carter at all, competition is a huge part of his being (we race to finish our dinner, buckle ourselves in the car, get dressed, etc --- another trait that can be found elsewhere in our family, hmmm) This is something that really works to my advantage as a mom trying to get a 3 yr old to accomplish daily tasks. HOWEVER, coming in second place is not alway received well. So we are working on this.<br /><strong>Kelsey</strong> - oh the whining... this is especially prevalent when Phill comes home at night. NOT because she doesn't like Phill but Kelsey gets extra clingy to her mommy. We have made a plan to ignore this behavior and in the meantime, even Carter is going crazy with the "mooooommmmmyyyy" whines.<br /><br /><strong><strong>Favorite Article of Clothes:<br />C</strong></strong> - his PJS. For some reason, Carter is really into what PJ's he wears at night. He likes to pick them out and gets excited when he puts a 'really cool' outfit together. Like the other night, his 'bear pants' with his old soccer jersey (#6). He woke up the next morning and came downstairs saying, "mommy.. guess what? #6 just woke up at #7!"<br /><strong>K</strong> - SHOES SHOES SHOES! Since 18 months old, the girls knows exactly what pair of shoes she wants to wear each day and if that particular pair does not go on her feet by her mommy, she makes sure I know it. She even loves wearing her shoes after we put her pjs on at night. I wish she felt the same way about bows in her hair!<br /><br /><strong>Favorite Game to Play with Mommy or Daddy:<br />Carter</strong> - the good ol BOY games. He loves playing "special agent Oso" or Batman. Saving people and killing people. Amazing how God enstills that burden to protect in boys, huh? I love it.<br /><strong>Kelsey</strong> - she loves to go push the refridgerator toy that plays music, then grabs both my hands, and does the best all out little toddler jig she can muster up -- stomping her feet fast and laughing the whole time. and doing it again.. and again.<br /><br /><strong>Most Proud of</strong>:<br /><strong>Carter</strong> - loves to do anything that we tell him will MAKE US PROUD. He will clean his plate no matter how full he is or how long it takes, just because he revels in the moment of hiding his clean plate behind his back and whipping it out to surprise us that it's clean (by this point he usually has to come find us in the house b/c we've been done eating for several minutes)<br /><strong>Kelsey</strong> - she's pretty self-sufficient in tasks like getting in the car and into her carseat by herself (she'll even attempt to buckle herself in). she also stands on a stool and brushes her teeth by herself - this occurs about 5 times a day. <br /><br />OK, the novel is done for now. But whether anyone reads this or not - its ok by me b/c atleast I have these fun traits documented of my children. Traits that I know will change in a few months!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-29860328280810689632009-09-28T12:20:00.000-07:002009-09-28T12:45:39.424-07:00September 2009<div align="center">So sorry that it has come to providing only monthly posts that really don't do our busy world justice. My guilt lies more in not documenting the precious moments of Carter and Kelsey than it does to my readers (sorry) -- but my goal will be to get back on track this fall!!</div><div align="center">As you can see, my kids are really growing up. I feel like Kelsey officially went from baby to toddler this month ... and Carter from toddler to boy!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsEN23L-QwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uxikd3wsUWA/s1600-h/September+2009+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601865490088706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsEN23L-QwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uxikd3wsUWA/s320/September+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsEN2cGQikI/AAAAAAAAAus/6TBJsbNlFCY/s1600-h/September+2009+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601858218363458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsEN2cGQikI/AAAAAAAAAus/6TBJsbNlFCY/s320/September+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENq9Vgk8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/bOaOKcuuGmA/s1600-h/September+2009+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601660982268866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENq9Vgk8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/bOaOKcuuGmA/s320/September+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We had a fun visit with Webb recently. Molly (Webb's mom) became one of the closest friends I'll probably ever have in college. I admire the heck out of her and I pray Carter keeps loving on little Webb his whole life. Webb has full rights to fall in love with Kelsey too : )<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENqWYR60I/AAAAAAAAAuc/v7LJecqdKKw/s1600-h/September+2009+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601650524908354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENqWYR60I/AAAAAAAAAuc/v7LJecqdKKw/s320/September+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wish we would have gotten the picture of Carter after Webb suddenly spit up his lunch on him. He stayed pretty calm, but was very willing to let Webb go back to his mama!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENqL2ahII/AAAAAAAAAuU/yF3jCo1Ynt0/s1600-h/September+2009+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601647698510978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENqL2ahII/AAAAAAAAAuU/yF3jCo1Ynt0/s320/September+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> (Shh.. please don't tell Kelsey she has a bow in her hair. RARE occasion before she pulls it right out. I'm failing at the mother of a girly girl so far! Of course our bow training had been a little delayed since Kelsey's mullet is just now bidding its goodbye.)<br /><br /><br />More than a few "boo boos"! Carter came literally face to face with the concrete a week ago. His hardcore determination to win a race and show his daddy who can run the fastest is not well combined with CROCS!!! (Note: Mother clearly advised Father to remove crocs and exchange for tennis shoes. Advisory ignored by Father. Result, see below)<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENoRmNwKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/XskSZACkFKs/s1600-h/September+2009+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601614881439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENoRmNwKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/XskSZACkFKs/s320/September+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Among other excitement this month, I turned the Big 30! My actual birthday night was spent with these two loves of my life!! Nothing better. Of course Phill did not drop the ball - I just returned from a weekend SPA getaway at Reynolds Plantation!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENn3jhSgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/I0gVxzyKy28/s1600-h/September+2009+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386601607890815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENn3jhSgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/I0gVxzyKy28/s320/September+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our Labor Day was spent with our good friends and neighbors at the Atlanta Zoo. It was a great day to be there.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENC1VeJII/AAAAAAAAAt8/jt_onI_br6A/s1600-h/August+2009+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386600971639858306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENC1VeJII/AAAAAAAAAt8/jt_onI_br6A/s320/August+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENCXN9CHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/j7SqS1d_6Fg/s1600-h/August+2009+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386600963555264626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SsENCXN9CHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/j7SqS1d_6Fg/s320/August+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />P90X !! Phill (and sometimes me) have recently started doing P90X. I'm so proud of Phill for doing it - it's not easy that is for sure. Carter and Kelsey love joining in with us on Saturday mornings!<br /><div align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwwtcjUHvkt7IK9pfQ-1oCBZkKuiqV88Ka2Bw7mg0SOsVta9bOVLpRevG_-FRDCWSp8B7QtZfrWZsvBNgbp_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-26717710408072544832009-09-03T11:40:00.000-07:002009-09-04T03:27:27.758-07:00Louisville '09<div align="center">Our annual trip to Louisville, KY for the World Championship Horseshow was every bit as dreamy as Carter thought it would be. Phill and Carter (and Pop-Pop of course) are in absolute heaven in this place. A full day of horses in a ring of green shavings - Carter could not get enough. </div><div align="center">Carter's "favorite horse forever and ever" is Sir William Robert. And if you know Carter at all, you have heard this name before. (He names most of his stuffed horses after him). Carter jumped out of bed every morning and got dressed before anyone - combed hair - brushed his teeth and after diligently putting a peppermint in his pocket for Robert, he announced he was ready for the horseshow. He watched for hours on end -- surpassing even my own attention span. No doubt, its "in his blood". </div><div align="center">One night as I put Carter to bed in the hotel room, he said, "Mommy I really think that when I wake up I'm gonna be sixteen and I'll be able to ride a horse in the show ring!" </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377556611411787746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqDrPx7Av-I/AAAAAAAAAts/neVcz9fWWxo/s320/August+2009+061.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOL5YG-RI/AAAAAAAAAtk/jB4Yvl1Mcos/s1600-h/August+2009+060.JPG"></a>Sir William getting his daily peppermint from Carter.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOLuBw0QI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4ufDf8YmFgU/s1600-h/August+2009+057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377313549577146626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOLuBw0QI/AAAAAAAAAtc/4ufDf8YmFgU/s320/August+2009+057.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kelsey (a whole different story as far as desire to watch the horses), Griffin (a much loved horseshow buddy) and Carter<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOLOOqfGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/bDMShL0G_u0/s1600-h/August+2009+054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377313541041323106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOLOOqfGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/bDMShL0G_u0/s320/August+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /></a> Maybe the only one to get Carter to smile this big other than a horse ... Miss Kentucky!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOKhQomwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FH0_cvMOeFg/s1600-h/August+2009+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377313528969992962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAOKhQomwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FH0_cvMOeFg/s320/August+2009+051.JPG" border="0" /></a> Back from the horseshow, and starting school again! Busy boy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-84475058734728914572009-09-03T11:32:00.000-07:002009-09-03T11:39:58.675-07:00August Travels ... Pigeon Forge, TN<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We celebrated the First Annual Galbreath Family Reunion in Pigeon Forge at the beginning of August. We truly enjoyed meeting many many cousins that we'd never met before. Most of the Galbreath clan live up north. I didn't want to post pics of others kids without permission so here are some pics of my kids while in TN. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMeN3yQPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pVy4U36KZRY/s1600-h/August+2009+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377311668339622130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMeN3yQPI/AAAAAAAAAtE/pVy4U36KZRY/s320/August+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Carter is probably the best brother I've seen as far as sharing his snacks with Kelsey.</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMdQyiqVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/AB7qEJBziFM/s1600-h/August+2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377311651943065938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMdQyiqVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/AB7qEJBziFM/s320/August+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> Quality reading time with Daddy in the hotel room.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMcx1MPZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ckqv8Z0sb3Q/s1600-h/August+2009+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377311643632680338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMcx1MPZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ckqv8Z0sb3Q/s320/August+2009+033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMcugEP5I/AAAAAAAAAss/SLYboB883OM/s1600-h/August+2009+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377311642738769810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMcugEP5I/AAAAAAAAAss/SLYboB883OM/s320/August+2009+023.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kelsey wasn't as thrilled about Spiderman as Carter was - must be a "boy" thing.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMcPMzErI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WtrsKgGGAJw/s1600-h/August+2009+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377311634336453298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SqAMcPMzErI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WtrsKgGGAJw/s320/August+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy 70th Birthday Gramie!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-49600261328054024432009-07-19T12:53:00.000-07:002009-07-20T11:36:24.965-07:00Galbreaths in July<div align="center">We loved every minute of our vacation in Wild Dunes (Isle of Palms, SC). There is nothing like an sunset evening on the beach with your kids!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRI2XTAsiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/swfoY3x7LWk/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489555281621538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRI2XTAsiI/AAAAAAAAAsc/swfoY3x7LWk/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+080.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRI2NqdNQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/RKG0OyxfQMo/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489552695604482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRI2NqdNQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/RKG0OyxfQMo/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRI1nK2UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tEMMu14jsCE/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489542362485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRI1nK2UaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/tEMMu14jsCE/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRIn_k5ztI/AAAAAAAAAsE/yiVEWB2RB6w/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+079.JPG"></a><br />Carter joined in the game of Ladders with his daddy and cousins. He never lost attention through three games of Ladders and a couple games of Wiffle Ball until dark on the 4th of July.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRInsTAvOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/a92jjjA1ixw/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489303220731106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRInsTAvOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/a92jjjA1ixw/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRInamOlTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NdoRaYch3Qo/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489298469492018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRInamOlTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NdoRaYch3Qo/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+067.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRInNmZIZI/AAAAAAAAArs/HCrC2JxW4IM/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489294980522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRInNmZIZI/AAAAAAAAArs/HCrC2JxW4IM/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+062.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRImloZKCI/AAAAAAAAArk/zNP--2S4bEA/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360489284251494434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRImloZKCI/AAAAAAAAArk/zNP--2S4bEA/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Don't be too fooled by Kelsey's previous pictures on the beach. Even until the last day, she would much rather be far away from the sand. Occassionally, we'd get her down on the sand to play.<br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHzvlwTHI/AAAAAAAAArU/vGJQbzZhU-o/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488410751454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHzvlwTHI/AAAAAAAAArU/vGJQbzZhU-o/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />But truth be told, she'd much rather be playing in the condo - perhaps in mommy's bathroom. (Disclaimer: I couldn't decide if this was appropriate or not but we are all adults and let's face it, it's hilarious that a one year old would rather sort tampons than build a sand castle).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488413865957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHz7MT2KI/AAAAAAAAArc/DXa-V67oCkw/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br />Meanwhile, Carter enjoyed the beach and ocean to the fullest. He was enthralled with the sand shark that he and daddy caught one day!!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHzdx5y5I/AAAAAAAAArM/mzPSQVh2OWA/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488405970570130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHzdx5y5I/AAAAAAAAArM/mzPSQVh2OWA/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One night we somehow got lucky enough to have every cousin in our condo for a movie and absolute inhalation of 3 bags of popcorn.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHy46ED4I/AAAAAAAAArE/95nCd1W7aEg/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2009+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488396072685442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHy46ED4I/AAAAAAAAArE/95nCd1W7aEg/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+042.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Carter, Luke and Adam got to visit Patriots Pointe and tour the USS Yorktwon. What a neat patriotic experience for the boys!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262601638305282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmN6b7F2XgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pbwYzpITATM/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+032.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262592697421618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmN6bZyLTzI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ivnc6zt60Fo/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Kelsey loving on her favorite boys!! (We are waiting on Adam to turn 12 so he can babysit.. only about 6 more years to go)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360488389728649362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmRHyhRhwJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/PBUiHKbol9o/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+039.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br />The kids and I went to Hilton Head for some great Gramie and Pop-pop time before heading to Charleston. As always, we soaked up their love and quality time!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360262579284122546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/SmN6an0Mm7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/utlXv1LA8-w/s320/Beach+Trip+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732651357688889555.post-69277774437738244192009-06-22T11:39:00.001-07:002009-06-22T11:48:44.451-07:00Staying 'Cool'<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QcbyJeOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/bty4cYwVlfs/s1600-h/June+2009+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224069252446434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QcbyJeOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/bty4cYwVlfs/s320/June+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Hey mommy, is this cool or what?!" (a very common Carter phrase these days)</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QbydIpDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/obLUF-W2T2Q/s1600-h/June+2009+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224058158457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QbydIpDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/obLUF-W2T2Q/s320/June+2009+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sharing popsicles on the deck. Almost everything Carter does or wants lately, guess who wants it too? So Kelsey benefited from Carter's "poopy-in-the-big-potty treat" and got a green popsicle like her brother. Yes they are still in their Pj's because it was probably only 9 am -- it's summertime right?<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QPFmSCUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Yp-Sf7HJGe0/s1600-h/June+2009+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223839958796610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QPFmSCUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Yp-Sf7HJGe0/s320/June+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> We made the trek to Cumming to see Ashly and Denny a couple weeks ago. Their neighborhood amenities are gorgeous. We had so much fun catching up with some pizza, pool and playground time!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QOjQb9TI/AAAAAAAAAp0/bz6rv2pbvK4/s1600-h/June+2009+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223830740366642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QOjQb9TI/AAAAAAAAAp0/bz6rv2pbvK4/s320/June+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QOHR69UI/AAAAAAAAAps/ULdPj-oBBGE/s1600-h/June+2009+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223823230399810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QOHR69UI/AAAAAAAAAps/ULdPj-oBBGE/s320/June+2009+020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QNzzyF9I/AAAAAAAAApk/Bw-09UZ1Trs/s1600-h/June+2009+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223818003716050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QNzzyF9I/AAAAAAAAApk/Bw-09UZ1Trs/s320/June+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QNtFV7uI/AAAAAAAAApc/rD9qAWT_vy4/s1600-h/June+2009+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223816198319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GgX8T6eKvQ/Sj_QNtFV7uI/AAAAAAAAApc/rD9qAWT_vy4/s320/June+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div><br /></div></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962914271781201580noreply@blogger.com0