tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66443499001667103662024-03-13T07:21:35.975-04:00All About EthanEthan graced us with his presence on October 14, 2006. Life hasn't been the same (or better) since!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-87508652756977644852011-03-07T17:44:00.000-05:002011-03-07T17:44:59.424-05:00Bowling Shoe EnvyI have bowling shoe envy. There...I said it. Marc and I were bowling a few weeks ago and a girl a few lanes over had on the cutest pink, black, and white bowling shoes. I remember having the envious thought and then immediately thinking "Do I really have bowling shoe envy?"<br />
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We started bowling regularly about two months ago. We have always loved to bowl, it just wasn't something we thought to do on a regular basis. In December, Ethan was invited to a party at the bowling alley for his friend, Tyler. A few weeks later, I got in touch with Tyler's mom and another mom from school and we set a bowling date. And that's how it all started.<br />
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Now we bowl at least twice a month with the Shelnutt's...Tyler, his sister Savanna, mom Jen, and dad Brian. We are considered regulars at the bowling alley and most of the staff knows us. The adults all have our own balls and shoes. The kids don't want to use bumpers any more. Other people cheer on our kids. It's like our own version of the show "Cheers." Smack talk and high fives fly frequently as do dancing fingers and the happy dance. It's the one sport that Marc and I can participate in together and he doesn't totally annihilate me. I can (and do) actually hold my own and put up a score to beat. I love it! My child is learning patience, determination, and frustration. But he's also learning courtesy, sportsmanship, and respect. <br />
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I get made fun of at work for owning my own ball and shoes. And I have actually had to add "bowling" as a category to our budget. I love my sparkly ball and pink and white shoes (complete with a flame on the side) and wouldn't trade them, or the time we spend together bowling, for anything!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-46259281936567783142011-02-25T19:30:00.000-05:002011-02-25T19:30:58.172-05:00We Are Too Young For This<div style="text-align: center;">We are too young for this to happen to us. My friends shouldn't be loosing their parents. We are not built for this or ready for this. But then again, how would I know? I am a rarity. Of course I wouldn't be ready. I still have 3 of my 4 grandparents. I'm almost 33 years old and I don't know anyone else my age with THREE grandparents. So how could I be ready? And how could I think that one of my friends is ready? I live in this little bubble that isn't normal. It isn't reality. But it's me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I lost Papa, my dad's dad, when I was a freshman in college. Can you even believe that? I was 18 before I didn't have 4 grandparents! I still remember the day he died. And I like to think that it was exactly on his terms. He knew that most of the family would be together. And we would be there for the ones that weren't as strong and needed someone to lean on. Everyone had someone. And we laughed that night. Or at least I did. When the nurse brought out the bag with his personal items, his teeth were on top. If you knew Red Olvey, you knew he NEVER took out his teeth. The irony of that moment had perfect timing. I remember being strong and holding it together at the funeral until the service was over. As we were walking out of the chapel, I saw my best friend. And two minutes later he hugged me so tight and so hard that it felt like the saddness was being squeezed out of me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everytime I hear "Far Behind" by Candlebox, I think of my cousin, Clayton. We lost him a little over a year after my grandfather. And I still remember the call from my mom. I was a sophmore in college living on campus. I was on my way out of the dorm when she called. I got halfway down the stairs before I lost it. I stood in the stairwell crying my eyes out. I drove home the next day and hated myself the whole way home. For the last few years, I was...not mean...but not nice. I can't think of the right word and it still bothers me. Everytime I hear "Far Behind" on the radio, I stop surfing. No matter how much of the song is left. And I think about Clayton. I'm trying to remember a time that he wasn't smiling, and I can't. He was the kind of person that really would have made a difference in this world. He was one of a kind. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clayton is on the far right, behind our grandfather's truck, with his brother Vance, Uncle Van (my dad), and his father Mike. This was taken about a month before he died.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dkz-axwpMLU/TWhIOaw9dKI/AAAAAAAACBU/sFQYURCohlI/s1600/Scan10028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dkz-axwpMLU/TWhIOaw9dKI/AAAAAAAACBU/sFQYURCohlI/s400/Scan10028.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So while I have lost some absolutely amazing people that I think about all the time, I haven't lost many. So how can I understand what one of my best friends is going thru? And what a few other friends have gone thru recently? We are too young to loose our parents. And it's not fair. So the best I can do for my sweet friend is to do whatever she asks me to. And let her know that I'll be there to hold her hand, give her a hug, and hand her a tissue. All she has to do is say the word.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-52507936338503184032010-01-03T21:37:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:37:44.792-05:00Packing UpToday I packed up all of Ethan's clothes that he's outgrown. I was excited and sad all at the same time...excited because it means he's growing up, and sad because it means he's growing up.<br />
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</div>Over the weekend we bought the makings for Ethan's BIG bed. The mattress is being delivered on Wednesday...stay tuned for those pictures!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-6602587449102833962010-01-03T21:36:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:36:31.520-05:00Happy New Year's!!<div style="text-align: center;">For dinner, we have jambalya (yum)!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We hope you had a peaceful New Year's, just like we did!<br />
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<em>I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart</em><br />
<em>for the joys of the mulititude.</em><br />
<em>And I would not have the tears that sadness makes</em><br />
<em>to flow from my every part turn into laughter.</em><br />
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<em>I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.</em><br />
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<em>A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding</em><br />
<em>of life's secrets and hidden things.</em><br />
<em>A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and</em><br />
<em>to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.</em><br />
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<em>A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;</em><br />
<em>a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.</em><br />
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<em>I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than</em><br />
<em>that I live weary and despairing.</em><br />
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<em>I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the </em><br />
<em>depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are</em><br />
<em>satisfied the most wretched of people.</em><br />
<em>I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,</em><br />
<em>and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.</em><br />
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<em>With evening's coming the flower folds her petals</em><br />
<em>and sleeps, embracing her longing.</em><br />
<em>At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet</em><br />
<em>the sun's kiss.</em><br />
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<em>The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.</em><br />
<em>A tear and a smile.</em><br />
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<em>The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come</em><br />
<em>together and area cloud.</em><br />
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<em>And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys</em><br />
<em>until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping</em><br />
<em>to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return</em><br />
<em>to the sea, its home.</em><br />
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<em>The life of clouds is a parting and meeting.</em><br />
<em>A tear and a smile.</em><br />
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<em>And so does the spirit become separated from </em><br />
<em>the greater spirit to move in the world of matter</em><br />
<em>and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow</em><br />
<em>and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death</em><br />
<em>and return whence it came.</em><br />
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<em>To the ocean of Love and Beauty ---- to G-d.</em><br />
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It's amazing what can happen in a year.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-16199221356641767502009-12-21T18:31:00.003-05:002009-12-21T19:33:30.881-05:00The Next American Idol???<OBJECT id=BLOG_video-c9684ee4d0e9901d class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="c9684ee4d0e9901d"></OBJECT><br /><br />Ethan's version of Train's "Hey Soul Sister"Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-28299660126565810042009-12-21T12:46:00.000-05:002009-12-21T12:46:24.826-05:00So Long Surfer DudeFor almost two weeks, Ethan was bugging us to cut his hair. He kept saying "I want it short like Carter's." Marc and I both LOVE the long California surfer dude look. We finally caved, deciding that it really wasn't fair to him to keep it long if he didn't want it. Poor kid was constantly having to brush the hair out of his eyes.<br />
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Ethan and I made our way to our favorite haircut establishment, <a href="http://amandaspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time.html">American Haircuts</a>. When he sat in the chair, Robert asked what he wanted. I told him that Ethan requested it to be short so he could spike it. I can't get over how different he looks! At first, it was just odd. I remember thinking, "You sound like my kid, but you sure don't look like him!" It has taken some getting used to, but Ethan loves it, so that's all that matters. <br />
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</div>My apologies for the blurry pictures (and the demon eyes). I was trying to get a good one when I was told that I wasn't allowed to take pictures on the ice.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-20426157102007000942009-11-18T12:00:00.000-05:002009-11-18T12:00:23.626-05:00Trip to Richmond<div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Two weeks ago we took a short but very sweet trip to Richmond, VA to visit my mom's family. Gram, Ethan, and I flew out on Thursday night and Marc joined us on Friday after work. This was the first time flying that Ethan had his own seat and of course, he wanted to sit by the window.<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On Friday, Ethan and I spent most of the day with our cousins Faith and Sander. Sander is a year older than Ethan and they got along so well! The day was going great until Ethan took a tumble down the stairs and ended up with a bloody nose. Poor kid...from then on out if he could hurt himself, he did. It was a very clumsy weekend for him to say the least!<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday we had family pictures taken at Caston Studio. I cannot wait to get those back!! Then that night we had a great dinner at Lee and Faith's house. Ethan had a blast playing with Ali. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">On Saturday, our friends the Parkers came over to trick or treat with us. You might remember Gabe (aka Batman)...he's Ethan's best friend. His older brother, Dilyn and younger sister, Sadie came too. The kids had a great time, despite the nasty weather.<br />
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</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-51133079776827060692009-10-27T16:13:00.000-04:002009-10-27T16:13:24.153-04:00Soccer, Movies, and Waffle House!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This past Saturday we had our first lazy weekend day is a LONG time...and it felt so good!! Sunday was a different story. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Our first venture was to watch Marc play soccer. I love going to the 11:00 games because the park is awesome and Ethan can run around and be...Ethan. There is a rather large area in between the fence and the field, so Ethan took the opportunity to kick the ball around. Notice he's sporting his new cleats he got for his birthday!!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The we decided to go for a ride on the trail around the field. I really wish we had something like this in our area. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Our next adventure took us down to Newnan. We needed to grab some of Marc's old hockey gear for Ethan to wear this weekend for Halloween, so we went by Nana and Papa's house. Then we took Ethan and Casey to see "Where The Wild Things Are." This is one of Ethan's all time favorite books and it was Marc's favorite childhood book. I was a little worried that Ethan would say that the movie was too loud, but he didn't. He LOVED it! About 30 minutes into it, he did get a little antsy so he switched off between sitting with one of us or standing up. <br />
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</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-79631993084287267902009-10-20T15:20:00.001-04:002009-10-20T15:22:09.579-04:00Weekend Getaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">This past weekend, Marc and I took a short trip up to Indiana and Ethan spent some time with Gram and Meme. A great time was had by all!!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We arrived in Indiana LATE Friday night to meet Marc's cousin Jason and his girlfriend Jen. Saturday we headed out to Bloomington for a party hosted by Jen's parents and some friends. On the way there, we made a quick stop in downtown Bloomington to surprise my friend, Felicia. She moved from Georgia a few months back and I haven't seen her since. I got together with her boyfriend (also named Marc) and we surprised her at a restaurant called Opie Taylor's. It was so great to see her again!!<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After lunch, we headed out to the Pachynski's property. Jen's parents share 70 acres with two other couples and it is some of the most beautiful land I've seen.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And this is from the front. The leaves had just started to turn and the colors were breathtaking.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Jen's dad, Dan, and the two other guys on the property, Tom and Larry, are in a band...hence the name Band Camp. Each year, they host the "Fall Ball" and a few bands, including their own, play. I had forgotten how much I enjoy live music, especially local bands. Dan's bank, Another Fine Mess, closed the show and they were awesome!! <br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">While we were in Indiana, Ethan spent Saturday and part of Sunday with Gram and the rest of our long weekend with Meme, Casey, Jacob, and Uncle Mike.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Gram took him to the Apple Festival in Fayetteville<br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When Ethan was with Meme, they went to Jacob's baseball game and it was so cold, they ended up watching the game from the car!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We all had such a great time this weekend. It was easy for Marc and I to relax knowing that Ethan was in such good hand!<br />
</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-90565849464889551822009-10-20T14:29:00.000-04:002009-10-20T14:29:56.650-04:00Happy Birthday!!I can't believe my baby is 3...and I can't believe I'm so behing in blogging about it! I had this great post planned out for his birthday and it just didn't happen. Oh well. No use dwelling.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We had Ethan's party the Saturday before his birthday. He decided a few months ago that he wanted an UGA cake. For those of you not familiar with college football (for shame!) Uga is the mascot for the Georgia Bulldogs. I had such a hard time trying to figure this one out. I knew that I wanted to make the cake again this year, but Uga is a copyrighted image. You cannot buy a pan in his likeness and there is no way I am artistic enough to create something that would closely resemble him. I ended up finding edible cupcake "picks" with Uga's picture on them! Thank goodness!! Nothing worse than letting a 3-year old down on his birthday!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Luckily, the weather held out for us and the kids were able to play outside for a while and the adults watched the UGA v. UT game. I only wish the game had gone as well as the party! Ethan had a great time with his friends! After everyone left, Uncle Jimmy and Hailey stuck around for a while. The weather turned chilly so we bundled up under a blanket that Ethan got for his birthday. It was a great day and he are so proud of our little man!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">These were taken the morning of his birthday before school. He's getting so big!!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/St3-ANX8NhI/AAAAAAAABKI/ymyRclmPomA/s1600-h/October+09+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/St3-ANX8NhI/AAAAAAAABKI/ymyRclmPomA/s320/October+09+039.jpg" vr="true" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/St3-GnRzrWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/zKAcJozLTu0/s1600-h/October+09+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/St3-GnRzrWI/AAAAAAAABKQ/zKAcJozLTu0/s320/October+09+040.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I had the day off work so I made cupcakes and took them to school for their afternoon snack. Here's Ethan with his birthday crown and his friend, Jordan.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">After Marc got home from work, we went to Chick-a-lay for dinner and some ice-dream. YUM!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/St3-dJmLk9I/AAAAAAAABKo/jJGQyulSwVA/s1600-h/October+09+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/St3-dJmLk9I/AAAAAAAABKo/jJGQyulSwVA/s320/October+09+061.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-36944322376047589352009-09-30T13:42:00.000-04:002009-09-30T13:42:15.116-04:00Hello Fall...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Oh, how I've missed you! While I am sad that the pools days are over, I relish this time of open windows and snuggling under the blankets. Today is the first day that Ethan has worn pants to school in a loooong time. Fortunately, Aunt RaRa got him a few pairs of pants a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, these are a 4T and the length is perfect. I only say that it's unfortunate because I was really hoping that these pants would get him through the season, and now I'm just not sure! This was taken on our way to school this morning. Looks like we will also be retiring the dino hoodie which I know he will not be happy about.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Speaking of growing, we think Ethan just went threw a spell of growing pains. For a few nights in a row, he woke up complaining that his legs hurt. Not to mention he has been eating like a bottomless pit!! A few weeks ago he ate 2 foot-long corn dogs in a matter of 30 minutes and said he was still hungry! Looks like it's time to measure him again.<br />
</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-83261188530327344052009-09-24T14:05:00.000-04:002009-09-24T14:05:40.715-04:00Football Fun<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SruyE4hc8YI/AAAAAAAABIg/5nEzz-Bd9rA/s1600-h/Sept+09+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SruyE4hc8YI/AAAAAAAABIg/5nEzz-Bd9rA/s320/Sept+09+031.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">After being stuck inside for more days than I care to think about, the rain finally stopped, the sun came out, and we were able to go outside and play with our friends. Ethan was so excited!!! Carter, Ethan, and Joey enjoyed a game of football in the mud.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We live in such a great neighborhood and we truly love our neighbors. Every day when we turn into the neighborhood Ethan immediately starts asking if he can go outside when we get home and play with his friends. When we turn the corner onto our street he gets so happy if he sees the boys (and Emerson) outside. Luckily we don't live on the main road so the kids can play in the street without having to worry about too many cars. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">On a side note, so people have asked me if we were affected by the rain and how things are in our area. Monday was a little crazy to say the least. Marc and I went to work and Ethan went to school. I heard from Nancy that the police were closing streets right near our house and then that portions of Hwy 92 were closing. Since this was my way home, my boss let me leave early. I picked up Ethan and we headed home without a problem. Marc wasn't so lucky. He had to turn around twice on his way home and finally found a back way that wasn't closed. One report said that our area got almost 20" of rain in 3 days!! Thankfully, our house and neighborhood were not damaged by the rain and everyone is safe.<br />
</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-21269389016010025042009-09-11T12:58:00.000-04:002009-09-11T12:58:29.419-04:00Always Remember...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SqqBSwSkz-I/AAAAAAAABG4/c2ZDKL1O_nY/s1600-h/american-flag-2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SqqBSwSkz-I/AAAAAAAABG4/c2ZDKL1O_nY/s320/american-flag-2a.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And never forget. I just hope and pray that our children never have to experience an event like this. Godspeed to those still out there fighting and our thoughts and prayers go out to those who lost loved ones.</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-53569365145283752592009-09-09T09:15:00.000-04:002009-09-09T09:15:38.758-04:00Two Birds<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm going to kill two birds with one stone in this post! The first and most important part of this post is to say a huge THANK YOU to everyone who donated to Ethan's Mini-March for Cystic Fibrosis. He raised over $200!!!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sqeo7PJRj6I/AAAAAAAABGY/QFNuJss-u6Y/s1600-h/Sept+09+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sqeo7PJRj6I/AAAAAAAABGY/QFNuJss-u6Y/s400/Sept+09+008.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second item on the agenda is Ethan's new haircut! We went to American Haircuts on Saturday and Ms. Cindy cut Ethan's hair. I was a little skeptical when she came to get us and had a bright pink cast on her arm, but she did a GREAT job especially considering my (lack of) instructions. I told her that we loved it long, but it was a little too long. We loved the curl, but realized that would probably have to go. Well, she knew exactly what I was talking about and gave him a great cut! He is no longer having to sweep hair out of his eyes every 5 minutes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Here's Ethan with Sabo</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sqep3vT_v9I/AAAAAAAABGo/SU91e3TFYZ8/s1600-h/Sept+09+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sqep3vT_v9I/AAAAAAAABGo/SU91e3TFYZ8/s400/Sept+09+004.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And a close-up of the hair</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SqepwETo4HI/AAAAAAAABGg/HZn4KpFTqlU/s1600-h/Sept+09+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SqepwETo4HI/AAAAAAAABGg/HZn4KpFTqlU/s400/Sept+09+012.jpg" /></a></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-44091538163268351782009-09-03T14:31:00.000-04:002009-09-03T14:31:56.275-04:00The Noodle<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">According to </span><a href="http://www.wikipedia.com/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">http://www.wikipedia.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> a noodle is "food made from unleavened dough that is cooked in a boiling liquid. Depending on the type, noodles may be dried or refrigerated before cooking." I must politely dissagree with the writers at Wikipedia...they must not have kids.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">According to Amanda Spector, noodle is "the standard move amoung all toddlers where the arms and entire body go limp while a parent is trying to maneuver said child in a manor they do not condone at that time." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Every parent knows (and loathes) this move. Ethan demonstrated the noodle perfectly last week after school. We were at the car and after some debate about where he was going to sit, I informed him that there was no choice in the matter and he needed to get in the car. In true toddler fashion, he fell dramatically to the ground and started the pout. I put my hands under his armpits and then it happened. The arms went up and the body went limp.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">One would think that it would be easy to put 35 pounds of absolutely dead weight into the car, but not so much. Getting him off the ground was the tricky part since it now required me to grab him around the torso and the waist. I have a fear of lifting him by his arms after I read a story of a child whose arms were dislocated after being lifted by the arms. OUCH!</span>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-81588918111405842722009-09-02T21:03:00.000-04:002009-09-02T21:03:36.597-04:00Redecorating<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With fall swiftly approaching, I thought it was time to do some blog redecorating! Hope you enjoy it!</span>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-75988100310731081932009-09-02T13:57:00.005-04:002009-09-02T14:36:53.654-04:00It's Time<div align="center">After this disaster of a haircut, we've been a little hesitant to have Ethan's hair cut...and this was done in January!!! Don't get me wrong, it's not that bad, but we just love the shag and the curls.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sp6z134AGtI/AAAAAAAABFA/_tsNMtbtnzs/s1600-h/Scrap+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376932743240227538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sp6z134AGtI/AAAAAAAABFA/_tsNMtbtnzs/s320/Scrap+063.jpg" border="0" /></a> But it's time. Here is where we are now, after two overall trims at the salon and a few bang trims by yours truly. Thank you to my neighbor who gave me the instructions on how to cut the bangs! And forgive the lip-poke. Ethan fell at school the other day and bit his lip.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376932751138343714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sp6z2VTDyyI/AAAAAAAABFI/IXRtn_44nxg/s320/August+09+523.jpg" border="0" />We are now at the point that Ethan is actually asking for a haircut. Poor kid is forever sweeping the front out of his eyes. When his hair is wet, the back goes past his shoulders.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376935821904973154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sp62pEy4DWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-Wj4dpy__lA/s320/August+09+246.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Saturday we will be going to American Haircuts for a trim. <br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376931752929056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sp6y8Ora1gI/AAAAAAAABE4/xsPKmpft5sc/s320/sidebar-location.jpg" border="0" /><br />And Cindy will be cutting his hair<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376931748131338770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sp6y78zjehI/AAAAAAAABEw/yK-vXUyJWw4/s320/CINDY-BIG.jpg" border="0" /><br />I have taken him to American Haircuts once before and I really loved the place (although a bit pricey). They coin themselves as the <em>New American Barbershop </em>and only cut men's hair. I love this warning that appears on their website:<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000099;">WARNING:<br />AMERICAN HAIRCUTS® is NOT politically correct. If you are easily offended, there is a good possibility that you will be offended here. In our barbershop, the conversation is real and our barbers and clients don't hold their tongues. So, if someone says something that rhymes with "other trucker" don't be surprised.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000099;">We are also an "Idiot Free" Zone. We don't put up with people who are rude, pushy, arrogant, or those who can't loosen up and have a little fun. We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, especially if we think you're a great big jerk. We strive to keep our shop an "Idiot Free" Zone at all times, so if you're acting like an idiot, we'll be sure to let you know, right before we throw your ass out.<br /></span></div><div align="center">Stay tuned for pictures. Ethan says he doesn't want to shave his head like Daddy's, but you never know!!<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-79287003318953084292009-09-01T10:08:00.013-04:002009-09-01T14:17:51.590-04:00Think, Wonder, Question<div align="left">Last night, Marc and I were talking about Ethan and the kind of person he'll turn out to be. It's a little daunting to know that we will be held responsible for the adult he becomes. Makes me think back to being pregnant and not knowing if we were having a boy or a girl. I used to listen to this song by Marc Cohen called <em>The Things We've Handed Down</em> from my <em>Mad About You </em>soundtrack<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Will you laugh just like your mother</em></div><div align="center"><em>Will you sigh like your old man</em></div><div align="center"><em>Will some things skip a generation</em></div><div align="center"><em>Like I've heard they often can</em></div><div align="center"><em>Are you a poet or a dancer</em></div><div align="center"><em>A devil or a clown</em></div><div align="center"><em>Or a strange new combination of</em></div><div align="center"><em>The things we've handed down</em><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">As I was driving I would contemplate what this little person in my belly was going to look like and act like. Lots of wishing and hoping going on then, and I think we got the best combination of us in Ethan!</div><br /><div align="left">Anyway, back to my conversation with Marc...I think kids rebel when their parents have an ideal and are unwilling to bend, regardless of what might be best for the kiddo. It's kind of like putting peas on the plate even though you know kiddo won't eat them. Why not just switch it up for another veggie?? It's that whole "adapt and overcome" mentality.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Marc and I aren't afraid to change up the game plan whenever necessary. No written plays here...we go with the flow, and it seems to be working for us (have I just jinxed myself??!!)</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We talked about the difference between teaching him what is right and wrong versus teaching how to decide what is right and wrong. I think the answer lies in the second choice. Life is all about making the right choice at any given moment. Create a thinker, wonderer, questioner...that's our goal.<span style="font-size:0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:0;"><br /> </div></span><span style="font-size:0;"><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">When your child asks you "why" how often do you say "because" and leave it at that? I'm totally guilty. I once</span> </span>challenged myself to NOT use "because" in my answers to him. I know what you are thinking, and yes, it's just as hard as you think! Try looking up "because" in the thesaurus and you don't get a whole lot of choices that would make any sense to a toddler.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I have to remind myself that it's fantastic that he's asking the questions and not just taking our word for it. Marc is great at this and answering his questions. Shows we are creating that thinker, wonderer, questioner. Don't believe everything you hear and always ask questions...ALWAYS!!</div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-12156472069743308332009-08-31T12:28:00.002-04:002009-08-31T14:25:37.487-04:00Everyone has their momentEthan is going through a phase (I hope) of not listening to Mommy. Doesn't seem to matter how I ask or what I say, he will either totaly ignore me or say "NO!" Needless to say, after a few days of this my patience has worn fairly thin.<br /><br />A few days ago, Ethan was in the shower and I was trying to get him to stand under the water to get his hair wet.<br /><br />Mommy: Ethan, you need to get your hair wet, please<br /><br />Ethan (while playing with his rolly soap): In THREE minutes.<br /><br />Mommy: No, now, please.<br /><br />Ethan: I need to wash my body first (he's been playing and rolling the soap for 5)<br /><br />Mommy: Ethan, put down the soap and get your hair wet so I can wash it.<br /><br />Ethan: I said in a minute.<br /><br /><em>In walks Daddy</em><br /><br />Daddy: Come on buddy, get your hair wet.<br /><br />Ethan: Ok!<br /><br />Really? Do you see how frustrating this is??!! I can't win!! After the shower was over, Marc was still in the bathroom. I wrapped Ethan up in a towel and lay down on the floor. Ethan came over and snuggled on top of me, putting his head on my shoulder. Marc looks over and says, “He might listen to me more, but I don’t get that right there.”<br /><br />So now when he doesn’t listen and I want to yell, I just try to remember those little moments…and they make it all worth it.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6644349900166710366.post-33495294411570182722009-08-17T11:51:00.004-04:002009-08-17T12:21:07.156-04:00Happy Birthday Harrison!This past weekend we loaded up the car and headed out to Madison, Alabama for Harrison's birthday party. Harrison is the son of my oldest and dearest friend, Cindy. We met in 6th grade and while most of our friendship has been long distance, we are still as close as we were back then.<br /><br /><br />Harrison turned 2 on Saturday and we were excited to be able to go this year to celebrate! Cindy and Kacey had this awesome water-fun setup in their backyard. The kids had a blast and the weather was perfect! I was having so much fun taking pictures of the kids that I forgot to take any of the adults.<br /><br />After a day of water-fun, pizza, cake, and presents, the kiddos sacked out and we got to have some much needed adult time before we headed home on Sunday morning.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964383630778594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sol_pnuWYOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/v4c-V-pOf4A/s320/August+09+049.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> Ethan<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964415650816738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sol_rfAhYuI/AAAAAAAABCw/0lV3-ZEP0Jk/s320/August+09+105.jpg" border="0" /><br />Harrison<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964404553171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sol_q1qowKI/AAAAAAAABCo/qCnLlRKO7vk/s320/August+09+098.jpg" border="0" /><br />Olivia (Harrison's older sister)<br /><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sol_qQV6n4I/AAAAAAAABCg/ectT0hL2jdA/s1600-h/August+09+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964394534150018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sol_qQV6n4I/AAAAAAAABCg/ectT0hL2jdA/s320/August+09+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370964392814495538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/Sol_qJ76xzI/AAAAAAAABCY/ne81FFmJAQg/s320/August+09+056.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370965642680585426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrxvPC0rJY/SomAy6DNzNI/AAAAAAAABC4/X11oruL_rgg/s320/August+09+148.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Happy Birthday Harrison! We love you!!!<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div></div><br /></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02308225117881603124noreply@blogger.com0