<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:07:35.212-05:00</updated><category term='By:  Chap Rollings'/><title type='text'>The Rollings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-2108041863048601936</id><published>2011-10-07T21:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:50:22.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are We??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obviously MIA?! Don't think that this blog hasn't been in the back of my mind the last 5 weeks of our hectic lives, epecially as we get within sight of Winston's 2nd birthday. I know excuses aren't allowed; but we've been kinda busy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things We Hear/See Often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"I hold you." (When he wants me to hold him)&lt;br /&gt;"All done, I play now." (After just about everything)&lt;br /&gt;"Allll Aboard, chugga chugga choo." (Choo Choo Soul style)&lt;br /&gt;"Tinkle, Tinkle, ittle tar..." (Twinkle Little Star)&lt;br /&gt;"Hop Momma" (Get up, I will help you, and you will play with me)&lt;br /&gt;"Shaka Hiney" (shake your hiney)&lt;br /&gt;"Miiiiine"&lt;br /&gt;"I hold it."&lt;br /&gt;"Winton tuuuurn" (anytime I try to get him to share...always his turn)&lt;br /&gt;"Let's Do Dis" (let's do this)&lt;br /&gt;"Truck with Dadda"&lt;br /&gt;"Momma news car" (Mom's new car.)&lt;br /&gt;"Corn Pops" (Popcorn)&lt;br /&gt;"Bown Bear Bown Bear, ut do you see?" (He can recite this book...almost perfectly.)&lt;br /&gt;"Shaaaape Time" (When he wants to get his bucket of shapes out to play. I'm guessing this is how his teacher announces its time to play with shapes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES puzzles right now, but doesn't fully exhibit patience (kind of an essential requirement...makes for an intereting grunt match usually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story telling is slowly starting - he will remember parts of a memory. Finally. I must ask him 50 times a week "What did you do today? Tell dadda what we did..." However, recently he's been giving a few words with no prompting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Groggy hop me. Get me, here (pointing to his neck) I pet Groggy." This was his re-cap of an altercation he had with a gigantic tree frog that was hanging out on the door of his play car. Rather than giving Winn a high-five, as he requested, the frog jumped directly on his face and stuck there. Mother of the year screamed and ran faster than my child was able to start crying. Anyway, as soon as he caught his breath, he declared that he was really sad because he couldn't pet the groggy. Needless to say, we spent the next hour looking for another frog for him to "pet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight (and my motivation for an update) after prayers he looked at me and said, "Good Day. Drive Elmo." Which began the prompting process of him giving words and me filling in the blanks of our lovely afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we went to the mall so momma could get new make-up and Winn could drive cars with Elmo and Dinosaurs (electronic play area the middle of the Galleria, A.K.A. my lucky star). Next, was the park, then we went to watch daddy work (on the train tracks!), had dinner, watched a little bit of Gabba, and waited for dad to come home. That he was able to label his day as a "good day" made my heart so happy. School has kept me very busy these days, making me very aware of how precious time is with my sweet boy. Anyway, I know it's a random pic, but this is in the car on the way home from our after school excersions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw7PiRHpLdU/To-z9VRBm5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qcrUS5Klqms/s1600/ENIMAGE1318025953598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660941122889948050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw7PiRHpLdU/To-z9VRBm5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qcrUS5Klqms/s320/ENIMAGE1318025953598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More posts to follow. I MUST get caught up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-2108041863048601936?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2108041863048601936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=2108041863048601936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2108041863048601936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2108041863048601936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-are-we.html' title='Where Are We??'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw7PiRHpLdU/To-z9VRBm5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qcrUS5Klqms/s72-c/ENIMAGE1318025953598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5773060232032474114</id><published>2011-07-19T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:56:26.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 'Biolin' Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we recently discovered a new passion...the violin. Not sure when exactly this developed; we think it might have been the lovely quartet at the Nebraska wedding. Earlier this week Winston was very clearly trying to play the violin...with whatever he could use to reflect the violin motion. His arms, pens, crayons, sticks, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During an after-dinner-band-practice session this weekend (sit around in the kitchen while mom cleans up and play the drums with kitchen accessories while dad accompanies with guitar), we decided to get Chap's real violin out to see if he would know what to do with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out he did. Kind of. The bo was entirely too long to take with him all the places he needed it; the car, the grocery store, the pool, the bed, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was earlier this morning at breakfast. He has been getting up EXTRA early screaming "Mommmma...BIOLIN" in his crib until I wake up, and take him to get his violin (no we have not actually let him take it to sleep with yet; but a few more early morning wake up calls and I might be tempted...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BBmWCQJQ2o/TiYPAHkl_sI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/fHT1gOStydg/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631204878780333762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BBmWCQJQ2o/TiYPAHkl_sI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/fHT1gOStydg/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously...I haven't seen him this obsessed with anything yet. It cracked me up. We took the strings out of the bo, so it doesn't even make noise. Yet, he thinks he is playing the violin...he will have a little performance, set the bo and violin down, and begin clapping for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoFONr2aZQk/TiYO_h9fQKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/qsvinVymXvU/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631204868684202146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoFONr2aZQk/TiYO_h9fQKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/qsvinVymXvU/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching Dave Mathews Band to get motivated after breakfast. He loves some Boyd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGdDGYwn8gk/TiYO_TwLMHI/AAAAAAAAB_A/yaVs_J2U4Gc/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631204864870264946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGdDGYwn8gk/TiYO_TwLMHI/AAAAAAAAB_A/yaVs_J2U4Gc/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this afternoon (after several near domestics with the extra long bo he was using from Chap's violin) we decided we'd venture down to the local music shop, Woody's, to see if they had any smaller bo's he might be able to manage a little better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and instead we came home with this. A gently used baby violin. Comes complete with baby bo, baby case, and a baby CD/DVD set for mommy and daddy teaching them how to play the violin (which by the way...listening to someone learn the violin is simlar to what I imagine cats might sound like when they are dying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFvhy3estAQ/TiYO_GoSiAI/AAAAAAAAB-4/95sSz9O7O8Y/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631204861347530754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFvhy3estAQ/TiYO_GoSiAI/AAAAAAAAB-4/95sSz9O7O8Y/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure why I didn't think of it sooner...&lt;em&gt;stick + guitar = his Heaven&lt;/em&gt;. I'd be lying if I said there isn't a small part of me that hopes he has a little bit of talent to combine with his passion for music. However, if not...that's ok too. At least he will be a little diverse with his instrumental knowledge, and can perhaps start a one man basement band of his own one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYUTFdGVEcY/TiYO-7vSraI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ePEWbRjffUU/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631204858424110498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYUTFdGVEcY/TiYO-7vSraI/AAAAAAAAB-w/ePEWbRjffUU/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5773060232032474114?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5773060232032474114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5773060232032474114' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5773060232032474114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5773060232032474114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-biolin-boy.html' title='Our &apos;Biolin&apos; Boy'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BBmWCQJQ2o/TiYPAHkl_sI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/fHT1gOStydg/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5206061698749306954</id><published>2011-07-15T00:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T01:15:21.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Airpanes" and Nebraska!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin, Drew, married an amazing girl (and an amazing family) this past weekend. Katie is from Nebraska which = roadtrip!! &lt;em&gt;Note&lt;/em&gt;: our last “family trip” was in a RV that lasted about 32 hours round trip (Greenville, SC to Hot Springs, Arkansas) which included lots of sleeping, movie watching, hanging out, freedom to pee at any moment, snacking, games, internet, did I mention sleep? etc. Sounds a little like luxury when you consider the newest variable in this journey: my child. The entire Gourley Gang loaded up 10 bags, 6 adults, and 1 toddler to celebrate the union with Drew and Katie in Omaha, Nebraska. You’d think the adult/toddler ratio would have the adults coming out on top. After a wonderful weekend, with lots of love, happiness, and new memories with Drew, Katie, and the entire Berky family, I am humbly admitting that there is some crap that I just can’t control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drew and Bryan are like brothers to me, so in the planning of this trip I was hell-bent that my child would be well behaved enough for me to enjoy and celebrate this special day with my cousin (and yes, for all you “toddler parent veterans” I did explore/beg the option of boarding my child with his wonderful, Cookie…at which I was quickly dismissed). After a wonderful and humbling weekend I am here to admit that I have don’t have near as much control over situations as I thought. I’m also slowly realizing that it comes with the toddler territory??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was my child Satan’s spawn? Absolutely not. Was he a toddler? Absolutely. Am I still proud of him? Without a doubt. He did the best he could, considering he had a double ear infection, had never flown before, changed time zones, and had been away from his consistent environment 5 days prior to the trip. Reflecting on it, I wish I would have relaxed more about how “well behaved” my 19 month old was. My family was wonderful, my sister-in-law was a life saver, brother was his usual “rock solid” and supportive self, husband was patient with me while I tried to make things as “in control” as possible. My lesson: JUST LET GO. There is no way I’ll ever be able to live up to unreasonable expectations (that are often set forth by myself) if I continue this annoying trend. I am going to miss a lot of wonderful/horrifying memories along the way that I may or may not want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved understanding love a little more this weekend. Drew and Katie’s new love, mine and Chap’s patient love, and my love for my little boy – unconditional and always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you, Drew and Katie, for including us in your amazing weekend! We had SO much fun celebrating your new beginning! Chap and I could see how much you loved each other and it truly made us remember the love we have for each other...even when patient is thin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures are in no particular order. Evidently I am letting go of controling that also :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the rehearsal dinner - he might have had a medium sized meltdown because he couldn't see the choo-choo train that he witnessed as he was walking in. Trust me, there were many tactics tried...but none that could penetrate the "MY TRAIN" episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfArxtJ-S98/Th_DK8TRLBI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/H5E-SvHMQK0/s1600/DSC_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629432651989462034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfArxtJ-S98/Th_DK8TRLBI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/H5E-SvHMQK0/s320/DSC_1000.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Semi-under-control at rehearsal dinner. Thank GOD for my Auntie Anne, her amazing prep work included Lightning McQueen who talked, and lit up. Sent straight from Heaven, I tell ya.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9L3fc3GJC4/Th_C4KJOYYI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tv4A2nup-ic/s1600/DSC_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629432329287917954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9L3fc3GJC4/Th_C4KJOYYI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tv4A2nup-ic/s320/DSC_0970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the slope the ramp he found at the hotel. This is also the only time he actually "walked" down the ramp, holding the rail as instructed. If you noticed the door behind him, you might have also guessed that it does open and does knock down 1 1/2 year olds that like to play outside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqwpVDKiNOs/Th_C34nUnEI/AAAAAAAAB9I/YXtH7RChEQ8/s1600/DSC_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629432324582317122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqwpVDKiNOs/Th_C34nUnEI/AAAAAAAAB9I/YXtH7RChEQ8/s320/DSC_0959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Mandi, mommy's miracle :) She was so wonderful and probably worked just as hard as we did to make sure things went "smoothly". Thank you sista!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H95X4NRofc8/Th_C3mxtABI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kdBAO5yWi_k/s1600/DSC_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629432319794020370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H95X4NRofc8/Th_C3mxtABI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kdBAO5yWi_k/s320/DSC_0955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys golf outing...wonder who the photographer was of the "thumbs up" picture?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pZ9ArBIGG0/Th_C3AVf_4I/AAAAAAAAB84/2LOf1M3yKWk/s1600/DSC_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629432309475180418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3pZ9ArBIGG0/Th_C3AVf_4I/AAAAAAAAB84/2LOf1M3yKWk/s320/DSC_0952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting with Tutu -makes every second worth it. We love you, Tu, and can't WAIT to see you soon!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7oadfx0edk/Th_C2_gTdjI/AAAAAAAAB8w/MenuB6iISFs/s1600/DSC_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629432309252060722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7oadfx0edk/Th_C2_gTdjI/AAAAAAAAB8w/MenuB6iISFs/s320/DSC_0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES! The airplane was just as exciting as I'd dreamed and hoped it would be for my little guy! He loved it...and literally chanted and sang the entire time. Our first night home he asked me after prayer, "Go airpane with Unc Norm again?" Yes, honey, you can probably go on an airplane with Uncle Norm again. And only Uncle Norm. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNh6w29YzTs/Th_BkllTgWI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ctUyEwkQ09A/s1600/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629430893544440162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNh6w29YzTs/Th_BkllTgWI/AAAAAAAAB8o/ctUyEwkQ09A/s320/DSC_0860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visiting the cockpit for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIC8IjgX9j0/Th_BkPrAJKI/AAAAAAAAB8g/VGTAUCzZ_Tk/s1600/DSC_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629430887662757026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIC8IjgX9j0/Th_BkPrAJKI/AAAAAAAAB8g/VGTAUCzZ_Tk/s320/DSC_0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layover in Chicago - 3 hours of airplanes, ice cream, distraction, and "cheers"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9rj-FqhAH0/Th_BjOHf9xI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Q_exfJeAsn8/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629430870065542930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9rj-FqhAH0/Th_BjOHf9xI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Q_exfJeAsn8/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture, and love my Tutu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib9_vaAnw8Y/Th_Bi__-Z0I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/i9C2tOZyfXI/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629430866275886914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib9_vaAnw8Y/Th_Bi__-Z0I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/i9C2tOZyfXI/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Quartet + 1 played throughout the wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this crew didn't mind a little air piano via Winn. This was the moment I realized I needed to let it go. ;)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dY4kFzJB_f0/Th_Bip5LwoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/LsnEI9s4e38/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629430860341822082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dY4kFzJB_f0/Th_Bip5LwoI/AAAAAAAAB8I/LsnEI9s4e38/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast with Unc Norm, CHEERS!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7WKSqXY3KI/Th_Ad4IKNpI/AAAAAAAAB7w/emb8ilrSW1Q/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629429678751757970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J7WKSqXY3KI/Th_Ad4IKNpI/AAAAAAAAB7w/emb8ilrSW1Q/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB1NI1ZUEOE/Th_AdrEurMI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SJqTGO3V4_w/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629429675247709378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB1NI1ZUEOE/Th_AdrEurMI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SJqTGO3V4_w/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adventures around Omaha with Aunt Mandi. Not just a "walk in the park", I assure you of that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBPbXGUgnI/Th_AdWvcr8I/AAAAAAAAB7g/FQLMdNR4qDI/s1600/281988_250142338345191_100000482806874_1068527_2171339_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629429669789740994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBPbXGUgnI/Th_AdWvcr8I/AAAAAAAAB7g/FQLMdNR4qDI/s320/281988_250142338345191_100000482806874_1068527_2171339_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this boy so very much! And love my family for loving him as much as I do! Thank you all for being patient with us. We had a BLAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndilvnAM79A/Th-_mXVBswI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/eU_2cWmWeSE/s1600/261434_250141448345280_100000482806874_1068516_5149059_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428725054550786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndilvnAM79A/Th-_mXVBswI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/eU_2cWmWeSE/s320/261434_250141448345280_100000482806874_1068516_5149059_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5206061698749306954?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5206061698749306954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5206061698749306954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5206061698749306954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5206061698749306954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/07/airpanes-and-nebraska.html' title='&quot;Airpanes&quot; and Nebraska!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfArxtJ-S98/Th_DK8TRLBI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/H5E-SvHMQK0/s72-c/DSC_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6417794641093648967</id><published>2011-06-26T20:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:27:44.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil' Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...nope, not pregnant :) BUT should the day present itself that Winn does become a big brother, I have hope (through Elmo) that he might not be too shabby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This new role-play with Elmo developed on the tale end of a not-so-normal croup experience. Maybe all the T.L.C. he recieved in the hostpital obligated him to be a sweet boy to Elmo?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Rock with momma", he says as he pushes/rocks Elmo (after putting his jammies on him every night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62hM2eRPE3I/TgfX7qPuxYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/eQN0-tSCPx8/s1600/DSC_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622700079747876226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62hM2eRPE3I/TgfX7qPuxYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/eQN0-tSCPx8/s320/DSC_0859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Bush pretty air"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxM0qMSWxGc/TgfX7Tg6jqI/AAAAAAAAB7I/PwfD9jMSoQk/s1600/DSC_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622700073645936290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxM0qMSWxGc/TgfX7Tg6jqI/AAAAAAAAB7I/PwfD9jMSoQk/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Apple Juice, Elmo"&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDtYB1XvzvQ/TgfW4oa9WQI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BkT4UdBetqA/s1600/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622698928206862594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDtYB1XvzvQ/TgfW4oa9WQI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BkT4UdBetqA/s320/DSC_0860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Goo boy Elmo. Mwuah!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4mpMW_8IBQ/TgfW4LUuRvI/AAAAAAAAB64/tyZ2FcFOWVg/s1600/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622698920396080882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4mpMW_8IBQ/TgfW4LUuRvI/AAAAAAAAB64/tyZ2FcFOWVg/s320/DSC_0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Change dipe dipe"&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-VKasNxN2M/TgfW4GmxF8I/AAAAAAAAB6w/x1Qc0eP8As8/s1600/DSC_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622698919129585602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-VKasNxN2M/TgfW4GmxF8I/AAAAAAAAB6w/x1Qc0eP8As8/s320/DSC_0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He often gives kisses and hugs to friends/family but with some prompting from mom. However, this 'brotherly act' was all his initiative. Even though I'm fairly certain that this is a new stall tactic to prolong the bedtime process, I am humbled and proud of the sweet care he takes of his baby Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6417794641093648967?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6417794641093648967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6417794641093648967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6417794641093648967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6417794641093648967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/06/lil-brotherly-love.html' title='A Lil&apos; Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62hM2eRPE3I/TgfX7qPuxYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/eQN0-tSCPx8/s72-c/DSC_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-2920716978917847779</id><published>2011-05-20T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:55:59.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 18!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, everyone kept promising that the 18 month mark would be amazing. I’m officially a believer! It’s crazy, the week he turned 18 months (last week) it seems like a light bulb went off, and each day it shines a little brighter. His words, interests, and movement develop each day. Even though I was warned, I am shocked with how much I’m in love and in aw of this age!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sayings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ight up down” – when we leave a room, he’s a constant reminder for mommy to turn off the lights. Tree hugger.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH DUKES (puts up his fists/”dukes”&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH BEES!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH Muscles&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH Strong (not sure if the “ahhh” is him trying to say “I” or if it’s him just yelling with excitement??)&lt;br /&gt;Help please.&lt;br /&gt;I clean up&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye mommy&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Chap&lt;br /&gt;Amen, YAY! (cheers after nighttime prayers and blessing the food...his teacher loves this).&lt;br /&gt;Boom, Boom, Boom&lt;br /&gt;I good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Tickle you mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Tick Tock Pease (read the book Hickory Dickory Dock, please)&lt;br /&gt;Sings/dances to ‘Wheels on the Bus”&lt;br /&gt;Sings ‘Old MacDonald on the Farm’. Every time that MacDonald has a “chick chick” on his farm that goes “bock bock”. Kind of the most boring farm ever.&lt;br /&gt;(talking on the phone) Hi dada, ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee pee in the potty!! &lt;br /&gt;First school performance at School Days (way more on this later!)&lt;br /&gt;Blows his bubbles by himself&lt;br /&gt;Dunks his head under water&lt;br /&gt;Climbs up and down the stairs using rail&lt;br /&gt;Can go down the big slides at park with no assistance (I consider this a mommy milestone too, for the record).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Loves grapes and oranges a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Has to have blueberry pancakes every morning. Don’t even THINK about trying plain.&lt;br /&gt;LOVES chicken (sings Old MacDonald to them as he eats them…kind of weird).&lt;br /&gt;Turkey hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;Chips (thanks Cookie &amp;amp; Gigi for promoting this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current interests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chasing the wood dwelling bees on the front porch. I know it’s dangerous, but they don’t sting…and he laughs a lot at mom playing tennis with them.&lt;br /&gt;Riding his bikes.&lt;br /&gt;Driving his cars.&lt;br /&gt;Choo choo trains.&lt;br /&gt;School buses&lt;br /&gt;Blowing bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He amazes me every day. This age is wonderful, and I can’t WAIT to soak up every second of it this summer…10 days till summer break, 2011. It’s gonna be a good one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-He18iFlCx_4/Tda4-I2xYAI/AAAAAAAAB6M/M-5HUxJ0YQ8/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608873763605143554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-He18iFlCx_4/Tda4-I2xYAI/AAAAAAAAB6M/M-5HUxJ0YQ8/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-2920716978917847779?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2920716978917847779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=2920716978917847779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2920716978917847779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2920716978917847779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-18.html' title='Sweet 18!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-He18iFlCx_4/Tda4-I2xYAI/AAAAAAAAB6M/M-5HUxJ0YQ8/s72-c/DSC_0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-161462718141947635</id><published>2011-04-29T13:04:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:50:23.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bunny vs. The Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I often talk about our “Best Christmas Ever”. It was when I was around 9 he was 5 and we lived in Collierville, Tennessee. My grandparents (Tutu and Shosho) came that Christmas and we ended up getting the new puppy that we’d been BEGGING for (Bandy, a shitzu) AND a new trampoline. We had some wonderful memories, which I’ll never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since becoming a mom I’ve always hoped and wondered how I could make my children’s holiday memories as special as that Christmas was for us. Last weekend, my parents, yet again, helped create a very happy Easter for our little boy…that quite possibly has taken the cake as my BEST Easter ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was sick with croup and a double ear infection (&lt;em&gt;can you believe it…our child sick on a holiday&lt;/em&gt;?? ;) we managed to enjoy &lt;strong&gt;dying/coloring/stickering/hunting Easter eggs, playing with ALL our new toys like a big wheel, golf club (like a for real one), suite case, tickle-me-Elmo, regular Elmo, Easter baskets galore, and a new peach tree&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m fairly certain this child is going to have a HUGE identity crisis with the Bunny and the Santa. While the pics are a little out of order, I'm sure you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gramps and Dad helping Winn find ALL the eggs (and only ONE piece of dog poo!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBikdO9ppFk/Tbr1F8uQuSI/AAAAAAAAB58/bN77DimnFko/s1600/DSC_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058569136945442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBikdO9ppFk/Tbr1F8uQuSI/AAAAAAAAB58/bN77DimnFko/s320/DSC_1087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuAjGrk66zc/Tbr1FugfFRI/AAAAAAAAB50/6uGLxEwi4dQ/s1600/DSC_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058565321069842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuAjGrk66zc/Tbr1FugfFRI/AAAAAAAAB50/6uGLxEwi4dQ/s320/DSC_1083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYrRAvpvaWY/Tbr1BVgwbKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/wZIWAqm_JvQ/s1600/DSC_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058489891843234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYrRAvpvaWY/Tbr1BVgwbKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/wZIWAqm_JvQ/s320/DSC_1071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiDpUEGwA5Y/Tbr1AkTO1YI/AAAAAAAAB5k/WzLkpMOJiaQ/s1600/DSC_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058476681778562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiDpUEGwA5Y/Tbr1AkTO1YI/AAAAAAAAB5k/WzLkpMOJiaQ/s320/DSC_1065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--I4kSzK7B0M/Tbr1AVd0V3I/AAAAAAAAB5c/A_-fKJ1xGAo/s1600/DSC_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058472699647858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--I4kSzK7B0M/Tbr1AVd0V3I/AAAAAAAAB5c/A_-fKJ1xGAo/s320/DSC_1059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where's the bunny??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ew1FDP8LEiA/Tbr1AB1H3lI/AAAAAAAAB5U/NKyVTnLBxtI/s1600/DSC_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058467428687442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ew1FDP8LEiA/Tbr1AB1H3lI/AAAAAAAAB5U/NKyVTnLBxtI/s320/DSC_1054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing "baseball" with his new golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLVDYPUz6jQ/Tbr04thUGwI/AAAAAAAAB5M/AXoA_Q-fZno/s1600/DSC_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058341717809922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLVDYPUz6jQ/Tbr04thUGwI/AAAAAAAAB5M/AXoA_Q-fZno/s320/DSC_1047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...come here you little bunny, you've been too good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NT1fWWa59-o/Tbr009ehQqI/AAAAAAAAB5E/O6WXATdJvzE/s1600/DSC_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058277281579682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NT1fWWa59-o/Tbr009ehQqI/AAAAAAAAB5E/O6WXATdJvzE/s320/DSC_1035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting some pointers from Uncle Norm. I know, I know...he's better off getting pointers from the bunny.... ;) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYWUpTQKA24/Tbr00gPxSzI/AAAAAAAAB48/eBLtmX0hN0c/s1600/DSC_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058269435087666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYWUpTQKA24/Tbr00gPxSzI/AAAAAAAAB48/eBLtmX0hN0c/s320/DSC_1024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told ya, I'm sick people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGwG2pNo79Q/Tbr0uHOASZI/AAAAAAAAB40/h7U6qTicmSs/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058159637580178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGwG2pNo79Q/Tbr0uHOASZI/AAAAAAAAB40/h7U6qTicmSs/s320/DSC_0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ice cream makes me feel soooo much better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoyqLDVgwfs/Tbr0pc5RHCI/AAAAAAAAB4s/GwAbgNman94/s1600/DSC_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058079556836386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoyqLDVgwfs/Tbr0pc5RHCI/AAAAAAAAB4s/GwAbgNman94/s320/DSC_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new rolly suitcase from Gigi (can't see this thing, but it's amazing. It's the Melissa and Doug suitcase that doubles as an animal kids can ride. Has a saddle bag and everything. Super cute, and multi-purposeful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsuGO08TobI/Tbr0kTZiVkI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ipz4meyNeGs/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057991108482626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HsuGO08TobI/Tbr0kTZiVkI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ipz4meyNeGs/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with my new big wheel...mostly the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0Gwxd0yLsI/Tbr0aBHFM7I/AAAAAAAAB4U/aBugt5z52gg/s1600/CSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057814400545714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0Gwxd0yLsI/Tbr0aBHFM7I/AAAAAAAAB4U/aBugt5z52gg/s320/CSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeee!!! Lovin' that Uncle Norm!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQyyPJDMkA8/Tbr0XoTg0fI/AAAAAAAAB4M/9CpTBluQDnU/s1600/CSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057773382062578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQyyPJDMkA8/Tbr0XoTg0fI/AAAAAAAAB4M/9CpTBluQDnU/s320/CSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it...but here's a picture of my sweet boy and his Easter picture. He loved the bunnies...and their ears. I'd even venture to say, he might enjoy these guys a little more than Santa :) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEY1aqJPcA8/Tbrxd3Q6bQI/AAAAAAAAB4E/EhMjCShQx_Y/s1600/DSC_4776_8099%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601054581942021378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEY1aqJPcA8/Tbrxd3Q6bQI/AAAAAAAAB4E/EhMjCShQx_Y/s320/DSC_4776_8099%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again, Gigi &amp;amp; Gramps, Normie &amp;amp; Amanda, for making it a very special Easter weekend for us. I'm positive that we wouldn't have been able to provide that much fun and entertainment for our little love bunny here at the house. I'm not certain he'll remember how wonderful this holiday was, but I am certain that his mommy will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-161462718141947635?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/161462718141947635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=161462718141947635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/161462718141947635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/161462718141947635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/04/bunny-vs-santa.html' title='The Bunny vs. The Santa'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBikdO9ppFk/Tbr1F8uQuSI/AAAAAAAAB58/bN77DimnFko/s72-c/DSC_1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5180600993555685759</id><published>2011-04-15T08:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:11:56.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me, I'm on a BOAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chap and I have lots of fond memories of growing up on/around lakes; fishing, skiing, swimming, camping, etc. So you can imagine the ants in our pants that we had trying to get Winn to experience his first boat trip! It was a success, I'd say, and we definitely have a wonderful Poppy to thank for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mm_DNNGJGLU/TahBbf2v68I/AAAAAAAAB38/p1rsIvQ5J1k/s1600/DSC_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595794477671246786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mm_DNNGJGLU/TahBbf2v68I/AAAAAAAAB38/p1rsIvQ5J1k/s320/DSC_0790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture, makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0pTR5vEWiI/TahBbLotzNI/AAAAAAAAB30/M4V4i_F3hhU/s1600/DSC_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595794472243678418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0pTR5vEWiI/TahBbLotzNI/AAAAAAAAB30/M4V4i_F3hhU/s320/DSC_0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS might have been his fave. A steering wheel, some buttons to push, and some water to watch...what else does a little monkey need??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BA4cWTuydpk/TahA42IFksI/AAAAAAAAB3s/JEhTCzfNskc/s1600/DSC_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793882354127554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BA4cWTuydpk/TahA42IFksI/AAAAAAAAB3s/JEhTCzfNskc/s320/DSC_0825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FIRST FISH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uxl7yisruU/TahA48_5P3I/AAAAAAAAB3k/Mqrwm50V2es/s1600/DSC_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793884198813554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uxl7yisruU/TahA48_5P3I/AAAAAAAAB3k/Mqrwm50V2es/s320/DSC_0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SECOND FISH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZH2Gl0VFoI/TahA4qyiz_I/AAAAAAAAB3c/ebiRfGYpXNM/s1600/DSC_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793879310979058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZH2Gl0VFoI/TahA4qyiz_I/AAAAAAAAB3c/ebiRfGYpXNM/s320/DSC_0845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIRD FISH!!!!!!!! (which was the charm, so got some dance lessons from him too...he flopped around a while on the boat, which reminded Winn to share with him some of his fancy fish moves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNEwXWYvA8s/TahA4YRWQZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/cKU6tRgBRKs/s1600/DSC_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793874339905938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNEwXWYvA8s/TahA4YRWQZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/cKU6tRgBRKs/s320/DSC_0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdXTWuHpRbw/TahA4ANd_3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/z4CHaYkcUkM/s1600/DSC_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793867881185138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdXTWuHpRbw/TahA4ANd_3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/z4CHaYkcUkM/s320/DSC_0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks again, Poppy, for taking us out for Winn's first big boat experience. We couldn't have written it better and will always be a very special memory for all three of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5180600993555685759?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5180600993555685759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5180600993555685759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5180600993555685759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5180600993555685759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-at-me-im-on-boat.html' title='Look at me, I&apos;m on a BOAT!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mm_DNNGJGLU/TahBbf2v68I/AAAAAAAAB38/p1rsIvQ5J1k/s72-c/DSC_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-14431337051209017</id><published>2011-04-15T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:07:43.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, I'm tardy as all get out...but I've promised myself and my family that I'd do a better job! A few weeks ago we took Winn to his first FARM! We had a BLAST, despite the cold rain. I'm pretty sure he smiled the entire time he was there. Makes my heart happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found some hay...loved the hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_g9TF82Af8/TahAFyys3vI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Lx-YtOzT_uI/s1600/DSC_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793005285793522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_g9TF82Af8/TahAFyys3vI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Lx-YtOzT_uI/s320/DSC_0639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First pony ride, LOVED it. Laughed the entire time...with his hay of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iD12h0CN4Nk/TahAFivLcRI/AAAAAAAAB28/9StUD0TWTMw/s1600/DSC_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595793000976052498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iD12h0CN4Nk/TahAFivLcRI/AAAAAAAAB28/9StUD0TWTMw/s320/DSC_0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWfCEig39ik/TahAFYbSR4I/AAAAAAAAB20/YkeIy-Iohp8/s1600/DSC_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595792998208259970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWfCEig39ik/TahAFYbSR4I/AAAAAAAAB20/YkeIy-Iohp8/s320/DSC_0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met up with his long lost friend, Mr. Moo Cow. They had some catchin' up to do and evidently felt like using their tongues to do it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGrPQgYn-vE/TahAFGSJodI/AAAAAAAAB2s/tgKO_nRon7s/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595792993338106322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGrPQgYn-vE/TahAFGSJodI/AAAAAAAAB2s/tgKO_nRon7s/s320/DSC_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhhhhh!!! My little cowboy, had so much fun. It was amazing to watch him explore and get so excited to meet all the animals that we read about, mimmick, and act like on a daily basis. This child had NO fear in his heart. He is definitely a fan of all creatues...so far at least :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHR1kqnlpE8/TahAE40MPWI/AAAAAAAAB2k/HgTciOo1neA/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595792989722787170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHR1kqnlpE8/TahAE40MPWI/AAAAAAAAB2k/HgTciOo1neA/s320/DSC_0676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-14431337051209017?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/14431337051209017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=14431337051209017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/14431337051209017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/14431337051209017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/04/farm-fun.html' title='Farm Fun!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_g9TF82Af8/TahAFyys3vI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Lx-YtOzT_uI/s72-c/DSC_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6505295172119218888</id><published>2011-03-04T20:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:26:42.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School...the Band Aid Effect</title><content type='html'>I've watched several friends and family go through the emotions of sending their child to pre-school and I've frequently worried that this would be something that eventually sends me straight over the edge. I can never find enough time to enjoy this  "baby" phase. Our situation, however, was comparable to the band-aid effect. Which might be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet sitter had to have sudden surgery, leaving us little time to find a plan B for the duration of 4-6 weeks. After lots of searching/begging Winthrop students to take our children and nothing working out, we decided to contact the pre-school we were hoping to send him in the fall. Amazingly, they had a spot open in their toddler room. We got the callback on Friday, and started Monday. Leaving this emotional mom only 48 hours to stress/obsess about her baby not being such a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winn is a good bit younger than the other kids in his group. He was still taking 2 very consistent naps, and in the comfort of a crib with sound machine, glow worm, blanket, etc. So you moms can imagine the transition to 1 nap, on a mat, with other children in the room.  The first few weeks were hard. I won't sugar coat it. Winn came home for a while very tired, irritable, and frustrated. He was often sad, and super clingy to me making  me seriously question our decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these last few days I'm seeing some light in our toddler tunnel and it makes me very hopeful! He didn't cry at drop off on Friday and happily showed me around his school when I picked him up. And the big, sweet kisses he greets me with is re-assurance that things might be on the up and up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more grateful for the caring, loving teachers at School Days that have accepted my boy with open hearts and patient souls. Knowing he is happy, learning, growing and playing (hard!) makes me a better wife, teacher, and mom!  Everything happens for a reason. I can't help but wonder if God knew the anticipation and summer's worth of anxiety might have been to much for this momma. Either way, I'll take the band-aid effect on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting outside my new "school". No more tears here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CgI-JsC1cjA/TXGa9Z6F6PI/AAAAAAAAB2c/izjhlE1BfuA/s1600/2011-03-04_16-21-53_724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CgI-JsC1cjA/TXGa9Z6F6PI/AAAAAAAAB2c/izjhlE1BfuA/s320/2011-03-04_16-21-53_724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580411793005996274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on my new skills :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5oXLVRF5Tc/TXGa9J4oW7I/AAAAAAAAB2U/6jzkXgBZXQg/s1600/2011-03-04_17-33-50_43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5oXLVRF5Tc/TXGa9J4oW7I/AAAAAAAAB2U/6jzkXgBZXQg/s320/2011-03-04_17-33-50_43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580411788704897970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's daddy won't let him play with ovens??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reoX4LxmMHg/TXGa9Gb_MEI/AAAAAAAAB2M/dUMfXLdoAe8/s1600/2011-03-04_16-17-01_78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reoX4LxmMHg/TXGa9Gb_MEI/AAAAAAAAB2M/dUMfXLdoAe8/s320/2011-03-04_16-17-01_78.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580411787779452994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, Valentine's treats for class.  Teacher friends would be proud...not one piece of candy included in these puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Txwd8dc6Cjk/TXGa8yucsUI/AAAAAAAAB2E/dck6r8uZ5wo/s1600/2011-02-13_11-58-21_724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Txwd8dc6Cjk/TXGa8yucsUI/AAAAAAAAB2E/dck6r8uZ5wo/s320/2011-02-13_11-58-21_724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580411782488174914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a proud boy right there. And I couldn't be a more proud momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAxiEls7HG0/TXGa8qVB_mI/AAAAAAAAB18/6jf6iSbSVz8/s1600/2011-02-18_16-04-18_581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAxiEls7HG0/TXGa8qVB_mI/AAAAAAAAB18/6jf6iSbSVz8/s320/2011-02-18_16-04-18_581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580411780234083938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6505295172119218888?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6505295172119218888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6505295172119218888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6505295172119218888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6505295172119218888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/03/pre-schoolthe-band-aid-effect.html' title='Pre-School...the Band Aid Effect'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CgI-JsC1cjA/TXGa9Z6F6PI/AAAAAAAAB2c/izjhlE1BfuA/s72-c/2011-03-04_16-21-53_724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5765925551279269454</id><published>2011-03-04T08:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:00:02.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue!</title><content type='html'>Where have we been? Well let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bouts with the flu, 1 encounter with strep, 4 new molars, 1 new pre-school, 1 Kindermusik celebration, 2 baby showers, 3 birthdays, and 1 transitioning little toddler = very little time to blog! And rather than writing a senseless novel, I've included our recent milestones in a QBL (quick bullet list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definite seperation anxiety going on. Makes doing anything very challenging...and heavy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few new words, lots of new animal sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves "cookies" (a.k.a ritz crackers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 nap (though I'm not sure we're ready)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school (which will get its own post shortly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of singing into a microphone (fave is upside down umbrella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify and bring items back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less in love with milk, love affair with apple juice (to the point we need intervention.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stuck Like Glue" fave song...sings the "uh-oh, uh-oh part spot on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says "no" more times a day than I can count. He really lets ya know about it too. Not just one, but three "no, no, nooo's" is usually what we hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES cars. Especially wheels. Sit and spins for hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is getting into trains. Loves to dance and sing to Thomas the Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few sum up pictures. More to follow later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EfT0UgjCzw/TXDqDUIaC-I/AAAAAAAAB1s/-kGvB3oqVk0/s1600/2011-02-12_12-56-31_708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580217280976522210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EfT0UgjCzw/TXDqDUIaC-I/AAAAAAAAB1s/-kGvB3oqVk0/s320/2011-02-12_12-56-31_708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlljEFhD-yY/TXDp2AS57wI/AAAAAAAAB1k/AFFia_aUjBI/s1600/DSC_0469_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580217052313546498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlljEFhD-yY/TXDp2AS57wI/AAAAAAAAB1k/AFFia_aUjBI/s320/DSC_0469_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIbCWpzSAEs/TXDp17F5n1I/AAAAAAAAB1c/uydyfLXks9Y/s1600/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580217050916822866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIbCWpzSAEs/TXDp17F5n1I/AAAAAAAAB1c/uydyfLXks9Y/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Cmwz7SCMs/TXDp1khRv7I/AAAAAAAAB1U/p-QQS_sUdBo/s1600/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580217044857634738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Cmwz7SCMs/TXDp1khRv7I/AAAAAAAAB1U/p-QQS_sUdBo/s320/DSC_0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lbHNA1Kw0k/TXDp1bnDt8I/AAAAAAAAB1M/lqcaY9U-gjE/s1600/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580217042465961922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lbHNA1Kw0k/TXDp1bnDt8I/AAAAAAAAB1M/lqcaY9U-gjE/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LujASqnxdCs/TXDp1M86PPI/AAAAAAAAB1E/37zf3J3dOlU/s1600/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580217038531083506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LujASqnxdCs/TXDp1M86PPI/AAAAAAAAB1E/37zf3J3dOlU/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5765925551279269454?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5765925551279269454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5765925551279269454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5765925551279269454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5765925551279269454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/03/overdue.html' title='Overdue!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EfT0UgjCzw/TXDqDUIaC-I/AAAAAAAAB1s/-kGvB3oqVk0/s72-c/2011-02-12_12-56-31_708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6391269653913925822</id><published>2011-01-13T15:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:58:57.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Much Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last week we got to experience our first snow play with Winn. I'm pretty sure me and Chap were 10x more excited than he was. Upon hearing of the potential "blizzard" heading our way we made two trips; 1. Wal-Mart to purchase missing snow gear Winn would need in order to have a successful snow day. 2. Meet up with Chap's parents to get his dad's 4 wheeler so WE would have a successful snow day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, the "snow day" turned into a snow week (we ended up with close to 8 inches!) and we had lots of fun playing in the snow, being lazy, and cuddling with our boy. It was a mini-stay-cation that was much needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He might have peed his pampers just a little bit when hearing Chap crank up the 4 wheeler.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9j9L2kGfI/AAAAAAAAB04/Wsi-G0l8V38/s1600/CSC_0354_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561773967630670322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9j9L2kGfI/AAAAAAAAB04/Wsi-G0l8V38/s320/CSC_0354_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fear here! He had a BLAST riding with Chap around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9j4MyxHFI/AAAAAAAAB0w/nCNlj7M4oLU/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561773881983835218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9j4MyxHFI/AAAAAAAAB0w/nCNlj7M4oLU/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jg1a4RlI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Ie3UuhtMSlw/s1600/DSC_0333_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561773480572634706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jg1a4RlI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Ie3UuhtMSlw/s320/DSC_0333_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet boy. We'd put him down in the snow and show him how to play in it but he just stood in one place and smiled up at us. Didn't move his feet once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jUwykfSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Xjg8TZaCS-c/s1600/DSC_0325_edited-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561773273171393826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jUwykfSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Xjg8TZaCS-c/s320/DSC_0325_edited-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these years we WILL purchase a proper sled. Till then, the wake-board will continue to be the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jToLREQI/AAAAAAAAB0A/nf0RpBZn7-o/s1600/CSC_0353_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561773253679190274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jToLREQI/AAAAAAAAB0A/nf0RpBZn7-o/s320/CSC_0353_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jTbxE4oI/AAAAAAAABz4/TpNjUT7t0pg/s1600/CSC_0350_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561773250348114562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9jTbxE4oI/AAAAAAAABz4/TpNjUT7t0pg/s320/CSC_0350_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun memories made this week. I love being home with my boys knowing the weather is too bad for me to go anywhere. Makes me feel less guilty about being lazy and cuddling. I'm looking forward to many more snow dates with these two; and hope for a trip to the mountains to try Winn's ski legs soon.  I'm hoping the skis will un-stick him from his stationary snow stance. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6391269653913925822?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6391269653913925822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6391269653913925822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6391269653913925822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6391269653913925822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-much-fun.html' title='Snow Much Fun!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9j9L2kGfI/AAAAAAAAB04/Wsi-G0l8V38/s72-c/CSC_0354_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4913074217421284830</id><published>2011-01-10T09:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:28:58.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of B-O-Y!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm kind of missing the monthly 'Growing with Grover' updates, I figured I'd throw one out there just for the heck of it. And I'm kind of scared that if I don't make these notes and include pictures, I might forget all the fun things my little boy loves right now (the longer I'm a mom, the more I understand that the memory just isn't what it used to be...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some favorite things right now: swords and apple juice. And if you mix the two together, you have one happy little guy (a.k.a. a straw in a cup of juice/water) He can say 'apple juice' plain as day and I love that he is starting to communicate to me the things he needs (or wants). Makes being a mommy a little bit easier :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hyH3ObwI/AAAAAAAABzw/6ZEenTkOJ9o/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561771578557886210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hyH3ObwI/AAAAAAAABzw/6ZEenTkOJ9o/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TOUCHDOWN! The kid can spot a football a mile away. He'll throw his arms up and say "tchdn". I love it. I think we might have to view some old games during off season to keep him in the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hxXTN23I/AAAAAAAABzo/LlvnO_QYsk0/s1600/DSC_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561771565521951602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hxXTN23I/AAAAAAAABzo/LlvnO_QYsk0/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOOKS! He is really enjoying reading these days and initiates the process himself (going to get 5, 10, 15 books off the shelf and bringing them to us to read to him). I love this, probably a little more than I should :) His favorite books are anything with stars in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hww2zPNI/AAAAAAAABzg/OGK1CPQPyZA/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561771555202219218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hww2zPNI/AAAAAAAABzg/OGK1CPQPyZA/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KISSES! Not for his momma, but for all his stuffed animals, blankets, pillow...basically anything but me. Not sure what that's all about? We love watching him pick up his toys and give them a sweet kiss and hug around the neck. He does this so often with most anything that is soft and it warms my heart instantly. Such a sweet boy. Let's hope it sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hwYT7DnI/AAAAAAAABzY/QdKZmy3GgDI/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561771548613480050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hwYT7DnI/AAAAAAAABzY/QdKZmy3GgDI/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course to balance out the sweetness comes the swords. Most anything that has some length to it is a sword these days: golf clubs, brushes, remote controls, eating utensils...he'll grab these "swords" and begin humming the Indiana Jones theme song (compliments of our baby-sitters son, Brian). We still haven't uncovered the purpose of swords and for that, I am grateful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hv8Az_FI/AAAAAAAABzQ/NxDAuzSn2s4/s1600/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561771541017132114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hv8Az_FI/AAAAAAAABzQ/NxDAuzSn2s4/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buttons, of course. He loves them all. Remote controls, space heaters, telephones, and any other illegal baby object you can think of. If he can push it, he will. For hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshTVbBmkI/AAAAAAAABzI/Bjb6l0EpRe4/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574780970736194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshTVbBmkI/AAAAAAAABzI/Bjb6l0EpRe4/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A newfound passion; stirring. This began in the kitchen, like most stirring does. However, after a few weeks of using his own spoon and bowl to stir while mommy cooks, he took his show on the road, and into the bathroom. Nowadays his favorite 'bowl' to stir is in the bathroom. With the toilet brush as the spoon. FYI - I do not promote this, however, in attempt to capture my entire child, rules had to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshTIcTGgI/AAAAAAAABzA/5iUqWxVzH0c/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574777486416386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshTIcTGgI/AAAAAAAABzA/5iUqWxVzH0c/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the shower. Not sure what the big deal is with this, but when he gets in it; he dances around and squeals with delight. It's fairly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshSdIHusI/AAAAAAAABy4/yIo_ZOJZCRg/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574765859060418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshSdIHusI/AAAAAAAABy4/yIo_ZOJZCRg/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like most children, I presume, we've entered the "I want to be outside. All day. Every day. No matter how cold it is. Or how much snow is falling. I want to be outside" phase. This has actually caused mommy to be very creative with the car/house transitions and re-directing has become my new favorite game. Of course, he is pretty cute...so he does get his way a few times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshSLvr9kI/AAAAAAAAByw/VUPS2DedpQU/s1600/DSC_0213_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574761193174594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshSLvr9kI/AAAAAAAAByw/VUPS2DedpQU/s320/DSC_0213_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swinging, obviously, is still one of our favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshRa-gX_I/AAAAAAAAByo/-Nsrf4hODvE/s1600/DSC_0175_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574748101992434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSshRa-gX_I/AAAAAAAAByo/-Nsrf4hODvE/s320/DSC_0175_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with outdoor "swords" and kicking the ball (or as he says, 'cock ball', which I am aware we need to work on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdzPrkLkI/AAAAAAAAByg/3ljY4i_cV-w/s1600/DSC_0163_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570931138801218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdzPrkLkI/AAAAAAAAByg/3ljY4i_cV-w/s320/DSC_0163_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's finally able to pick up the ball and throw it a few inches to Brodey. Thankfuly, Brodey has been fairly patient with this 1 year old's new arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdyuiZVGI/AAAAAAAAByY/3ZZnW_2uWG0/s1600/DSC_0158_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570922241971298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdyuiZVGI/AAAAAAAAByY/3ZZnW_2uWG0/s320/DSC_0158_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Spotting airplanes and 'ka ka's' (birds). He gets REALLY excited about both, even though we live about 10 miles from a small airport and we see about 10 airplanes a day. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdybJWTCI/AAAAAAAAByQ/j5LzO4Ag15c/s1600/DSC_0147_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570917036641314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdybJWTCI/AAAAAAAAByQ/j5LzO4Ag15c/s320/DSC_0147_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdyOt1g7I/AAAAAAAAByI/JEyfFVObpAg/s1600/DSC_0142_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, calling his Gigi on the telephone. He does this every day. If he sees me on the phone, he'll go get his pretend phone and say 'Gigi, Gigi' over and over. They have great talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdx3G_mdI/AAAAAAAAByA/ueGi1JvrNHQ/s1600/DSC_0141_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570907363088850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSsdx3G_mdI/AAAAAAAAByA/ueGi1JvrNHQ/s320/DSC_0141_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not photographed:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to sing now. At night after we read and say prayers, and he KNOWS he's about to go night night, he'll start humming to me. I love this, and he knows it...he also knows it buys him a few more minutes of rocking :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turners. He loves his baby-sitter and her husband and children. He gets so excited to go over there every morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats. And this isn't good, considering both his parents have a fairly aggressive hatred for cats. When he sees a cat, he meows instantly (this sounds more like a shrill cry...maybe he hates cats too??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His stars and lovie. He gets so happy to see both when we put him in his crib. It warms my heart knowing he goes to sleep every night content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'll come back and add a few things that he's doing right now. I just love watching him learn and grow every second of every day. I still wonder how I got so lucky to be his mom. Don't get me wrong, we definitely have our challenging moments. The communication barrier can be frustrating for both of us. However, when he does learn a new word, or way to ask for things, its amazing to see how proud he gets and how excited me and his daddy get. These moments are very special, and something I look forward to watching for the rest of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4913074217421284830?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4913074217421284830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4913074217421284830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4913074217421284830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4913074217421284830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bit-of-b-o-y.html' title='A little bit of B-O-Y!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TS9hyH3ObwI/AAAAAAAABzw/6ZEenTkOJ9o/s72-c/DSC_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8343197677866480227</id><published>2011-01-08T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:45:26.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A Happier New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it doesnt get much better than this. We were able to spend the New Year with our best friends/fam a few weeks ago. We had such a great time watching these four monkeys running around... I fashioned these shirts for the them, pretty basic but very festive!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjT6n3W_I/AAAAAAAABx4/8CV07QDPgv8/s1600/163722_487515398892_714603892_6068637_2607323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560014040026536946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjT6n3W_I/AAAAAAAABx4/8CV07QDPgv8/s320/163722_487515398892_714603892_6068637_2607323_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are these hineys?? No fear...all heads were removed safely from the bars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjTh4CTJI/AAAAAAAABxw/VKqn83zXOl4/s1600/166566_487515468892_714603892_6068638_6260509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560014033383476370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjTh4CTJI/AAAAAAAABxw/VKqn83zXOl4/s320/166566_487515468892_714603892_6068638_6260509_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a year makes...last year my boy recovering on New Year's Day from his tummy surgery. I'd say this year was a tad bit happier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjTrX8ifI/AAAAAAAABxo/qpr7Vq6GK-M/s1600/19242_1277580134513_1080281061_852766_3365364_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560014035933235698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjTrX8ifI/AAAAAAAABxo/qpr7Vq6GK-M/s320/19242_1277580134513_1080281061_852766_3365364_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also say that I dont get to ever spend enough time with two of my favorite mommies. Love these girls so much and am happy I got to bring in the new year with two of my oldest friends (and I do mean "old" in every sense of the word...we were in bed approximately 7 minutes after the ball dropped). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjTZXxFYI/AAAAAAAABxg/Iwou3mcfXMo/s1600/167159_474470647212_572797212_6348332_3429030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560014031100646786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjTZXxFYI/AAAAAAAABxg/Iwou3mcfXMo/s320/167159_474470647212_572797212_6348332_3429030_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8343197677866480227?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8343197677866480227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8343197677866480227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8343197677866480227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8343197677866480227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2011/01/such-happier-new-year.html' title='Such A Happier New Year!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TSkjT6n3W_I/AAAAAAAABx4/8CV07QDPgv8/s72-c/163722_487515398892_714603892_6068637_2607323_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6803190491648623344</id><published>2010-12-29T16:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:14:10.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Gets to Greenville!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** Two new posts below this one. I know, I'm slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a difference a year makes, huh?? A year ago on Christmas we were rushing Winston to the hospital because he woke himself (and us) up choking and barely able to breathe. Such a wonderful gift to spend this Christmas in the same place, with most of the same wonderful people, and have healthy little boy to share it with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Greenville Christmas Eve to make it to the Christmas Eve church service. I haven’t been to this in YEARS so it was awesome being there to celebrate with my new family! The children’s service was surprisingly quick (Normie actually referred to this as “the Christmas miracle”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas a.m. having pumpkin roll for breakfast and knowing that it's probably never going to happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq9sQ03zI/AAAAAAAABxY/ylgqgdSFGHI/s1600/DSC_0012_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556222542122114866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq9sQ03zI/AAAAAAAABxY/ylgqgdSFGHI/s320/DSC_0012_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus Christ on Christmas morning and trying to explain (the best one can explain to a 1 year old) why we celebrate this special day.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq9ZvK9OI/AAAAAAAABxQ/BM-45yStnEY/s1600/DSC_0014_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556222537149117666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq9ZvK9OI/AAAAAAAABxQ/BM-45yStnEY/s320/DSC_0014_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checkin' out the goods! Santa was very nice to our healthy little fella this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq82uZ14I/AAAAAAAABxI/9ed0FS4CMSg/s1600/DSC_0017_edited-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556222527750657922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq82uZ14I/AAAAAAAABxI/9ed0FS4CMSg/s320/DSC_0017_edited-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunX8i8yRI/AAAAAAAABxA/DSJ6UOeYY3k/s1600/DSC_0033_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556218595123185938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunX8i8yRI/AAAAAAAABxA/DSJ6UOeYY3k/s320/DSC_0033_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa was also good to Chap. Brought him a gold mining kit (minus the gold, sadly) that the boys got to test out later Christmas Day down at the river. Too cold for me, no thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunXgceDgI/AAAAAAAABw4/13GhkpDRi88/s1600/DSC_0060_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556218587579813378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunXgceDgI/AAAAAAAABw4/13GhkpDRi88/s320/DSC_0060_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my Christmas cutie got to deliver some goodies to the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunXSBRLLI/AAAAAAAABww/34AGtg8ZxbQ/s1600/DSC_0064_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556218583707626674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunXSBRLLI/AAAAAAAABww/34AGtg8ZxbQ/s320/DSC_0064_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later on the kids (Normie and Chap) had an impromptu dodgeball game, in the living, with Winn's toys. Pretty sure I heard my dad say, "Alright guys...that's enough" a few times when the game got a little heated. Oh boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunXNY6LyI/AAAAAAAABwo/v8yoivBpI4U/s1600/DSC_0113_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556218582464605986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunXNY6LyI/AAAAAAAABwo/v8yoivBpI4U/s320/DSC_0113_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone spies his airplane on the Christmas Tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunW8gXM_I/AAAAAAAABwg/9x5KplYtnGw/s1600/DSC_0121_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556218577932465138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRunW8gXM_I/AAAAAAAABwg/9x5KplYtnGw/s320/DSC_0121_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning, we had lots of snow in Greenville!! Such a wonderful ending to a perfect lil' holiday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3ryU7MI/AAAAAAAABwY/zU_e9TeuVec/s1600/DSC_0157_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556215841845210306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3ryU7MI/AAAAAAAABwY/zU_e9TeuVec/s320/DSC_0157_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little boy makes me smile so much. I couldn't ask for a greater gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3cbj9TI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GsPIsDW4gT0/s1600/DSC_1024_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556215837723194674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3cbj9TI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GsPIsDW4gT0/s320/DSC_1024_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening LOTS of gifts from Aunt Mandy and Uncle Normie. Too many. They are officially on gift restriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3EF2vVI/AAAAAAAABwI/puc1IiO5wVA/s1600/DSC_1048_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556215831189699922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3EF2vVI/AAAAAAAABwI/puc1IiO5wVA/s320/DSC_1048_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Winn's new book to him "Tree of True Gifts", made by his mommy. Gotta love those last minute ideas that take WAY more minutes than you really have! It is a very special book though, that I'm kind of proud of. It has all the people that love him unconditionally (his"true gifts") with their pictures so he can practice saying their names with their faces every night. Multi-purpose is my middle name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3LvBiFI/AAAAAAAABwA/lk8ISpAfABE/s1600/DSC_1052_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556215833241421906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk3LvBiFI/AAAAAAAABwA/lk8ISpAfABE/s320/DSC_1052_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Christmas parade to bed singing the Marine Corps Hymn (in honor of my grandfather). He loved every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk27Q-lvI/AAAAAAAABv4/MyD0UEEzUoc/s1600/DSC_1058_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556215828820432626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuk27Q-lvI/AAAAAAAABv4/MyD0UEEzUoc/s320/DSC_1058_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often hoped and wondered how I could make my children's Christmas's mornings as special as my parents made for us? Even after I was married I still felt the magic of their love in Christmas morning. They've always put great care into making mine, and my brother's, holiday traditions perfect, comfortable, effortless, and memorable. The same is true of this year, which means even more because my son got to feel the magic I've felt for 30 years now! I can't thank them enough for the wonderful example they set. I know that with their help, their traditions, and their spirit, we'll be able to pass the wonderful feelings they started with us, onto the next generation of our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As written in Winston's "Tree of True Gifts" book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of our true gifts. A family’s love is the best feeling anyone could ever have. We celebrate Jesus’ birthday because he is the one who taught us this.&lt;br /&gt;We love YOU and are grateful for all your many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy, and Winston&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6803190491648623344?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6803190491648623344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6803190491648623344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6803190491648623344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6803190491648623344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-gets-to-greenville.html' title='Santa Gets to Greenville!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuq9sQ03zI/AAAAAAAABxY/ylgqgdSFGHI/s72-c/DSC_0012_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-2770537180858609937</id><published>2010-12-29T15:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:59:32.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays in Hartsville!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How lucky are we that we get TWO Christmas days??  The weekend before the 25th, we travel to Hartsville to celebrate Christmas with the Rollings side.  We always have so much fun watching the kids, and being kids ourselves.  This year was no exception.  If anything, it was even more special having our own child that was finally able to run around like a maniac, adding a little more to greater the cause of chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rollings spreading his Christmas cheer!  Winn L-O-V-E-D Rollings this year.  He thought he was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRucm7WYJ3I/AAAAAAAABvw/dy61_oVljSk/s1600/DSC07113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556206757872150386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRucm7WYJ3I/AAAAAAAABvw/dy61_oVljSk/s320/DSC07113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making icebox fruitcake.  Don't let the word "fruitcake" fool you.  This was a job for the rough and tough (a.k.a....me and Krissee, with a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; help from Larry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub-cQGyFI/AAAAAAAABvo/qdZpQ8lD660/s1600/DSC_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556206062329579602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub-cQGyFI/AAAAAAAABvo/qdZpQ8lD660/s320/DSC_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family Christmas picture!!  (nobody better copy this...I am editing and gifting as b-day gifts this year, surprise!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub-DZUHdI/AAAAAAAABvg/ecjoist8k38/s1600/DSC_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556206055657315794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub-DZUHdI/AAAAAAAABvg/ecjoist8k38/s320/DSC_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening "Christmas Eve" gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub962HxdI/AAAAAAAABvY/8_MR0fEi3P8/s1600/DSC_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556206053362222546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub962HxdI/AAAAAAAABvY/8_MR0fEi3P8/s320/DSC_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub9iVqTcI/AAAAAAAABvQ/2H7gGyw1vEI/s1600/DSC_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556206046783622594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRub9iVqTcI/AAAAAAAABvQ/2H7gGyw1vEI/s320/DSC_0999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuYWHc3rHI/AAAAAAAABvI/dE02Ni5ojyE/s1600/DSC_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556202071016320114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuYWHc3rHI/AAAAAAAABvI/dE02Ni5ojyE/s320/DSC_1006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So grateful for this family and all the love and laughter they share with me and my little boy!!  Chap is a wonderful friend, husband, and father because of his family.  We love you all and look forward to many more Hartsville Holidays to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-2770537180858609937?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2770537180858609937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=2770537180858609937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2770537180858609937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2770537180858609937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays-in-hartsville.html' title='Holidays in Hartsville!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRucm7WYJ3I/AAAAAAAABvw/dy61_oVljSk/s72-c/DSC07113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5600981155924237549</id><published>2010-12-29T11:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:17:12.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuXChDwh2I/AAAAAAAABvA/lhnXr-WPz54/s1600/DSC_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuXChDwh2I/AAAAAAAABvA/lhnXr-WPz54/s320/DSC_1014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556200634781304674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, somehow the most wonderful time of the year has come...and gone...and this is my first post to share all the fun events we enjoyed prepping for the spcial day! At running the risk of sounding completely cliche, having a child does make the spirit of Christmas even more magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet boys taking wagon trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt8sxggo3I/AAAAAAAABu4/fSkx3HAo26U/s1600/DSC_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556171673937421170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt8sxggo3I/AAAAAAAABu4/fSkx3HAo26U/s320/DSC_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working on our Christmas carols with Uncle Norm and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt8snwox6I/AAAAAAAABuw/iRen_X4EAQ0/s1600/DSC_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556171671320709026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt8snwox6I/AAAAAAAABuw/iRen_X4EAQ0/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time visiting 'ho ho ho' (what he says every time he sees a larger man in red).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt8sd8sYiI/AAAAAAAABuo/58DQ7orHCyM/s1600/DSC_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556171668686922274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt8sd8sYiI/AAAAAAAABuo/58DQ7orHCyM/s320/DSC_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making Christmas cookies with my bff, Lee. And while mom was super excited about this event, poor guy didn't get to participate much (as I just didn't feel comfortable with him eating the raw dough.) Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6v7YX0KI/AAAAAAAABuY/5G-VBhX_So8/s1600/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169529103995042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6v7YX0KI/AAAAAAAABuY/5G-VBhX_So8/s320/DSC_0888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet little baby elves watching 'Rudolph'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6vm2PeoI/AAAAAAAABuQ/GY710p74U5Q/s1600/DSC_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169523592133250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6vm2PeoI/AAAAAAAABuQ/GY710p74U5Q/s320/DSC_0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our favorite events, a PJ story telilng by Santa!! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6vRijgiI/AAAAAAAABuI/GBkPBNuG7PQ/s1600/DSC_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169517872415266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6vRijgiI/AAAAAAAABuI/GBkPBNuG7PQ/s320/DSC_0928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Santa even gave gifts AND took last minute orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6vEsNMOI/AAAAAAAABuA/dQwyMaKES1A/s1600/DSC_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556169514423234786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRt6vEsNMOI/AAAAAAAABuA/dQwyMaKES1A/s320/DSC_0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutting down our Christmas tree! (Winn spotting Chap, you're doing good dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAxfzjRI/AAAAAAAABt4/-etedsFqKtk/s1600/DSC_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556153325834177810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAxfzjRI/AAAAAAAABt4/-etedsFqKtk/s320/DSC_0709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My loves checking out their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAgv0ZJI/AAAAAAAABtw/kPbiia12S88/s1600/DSC_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556153321337939090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAgv0ZJI/AAAAAAAABtw/kPbiia12S88/s320/DSC_0715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He even got to play in/around the trees after the manly part was done. Boy, does this kid ever love a tree?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAleoJVI/AAAAAAAABto/m5Xe6dh0YG4/s1600/DSC_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556153322608010578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAleoJVI/AAAAAAAABto/m5Xe6dh0YG4/s320/DSC_0719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sure do love this Christmas tree farm. This was our 4th year getting our tree from this wonderful, family friendly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAb5S3qI/AAAAAAAABtg/jbzeyaoimsM/s1600/DSC_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556153320035507874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtsAb5S3qI/AAAAAAAABtg/jbzeyaoimsM/s320/DSC_0758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some marshmellows after the big hunt. Trying his very best to choke himself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtlIy89XsI/AAAAAAAABtY/uACC1XGuN-g/s1600/DSC_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556145767082450626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtlIy89XsI/AAAAAAAABtY/uACC1XGuN-g/s320/DSC_0743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtlIkHdPwI/AAAAAAAABtQ/UBT9IJzXrDo/s1600/DSC_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556145763099950850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRtlIkHdPwI/AAAAAAAABtQ/UBT9IJzXrDo/s320/DSC_0754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year during this time I was still recovering from my c-section and wasn't able to completely enjoy the festivities the way I normally would (thank God for my sis-in-law, Krissee, who helped me with everything!) This year, not only do I have an amazing husband to share the magic with, but I also have an energetic little man whose eyes light up at every Christmas tree, twinkling light, snowman, and holiday song. I always knew I loved Christmas, but even more now I love watching my child enjoy these special things just as much as I do! I don't have a picture of this, but my most favorite "prep day" we shared was making pumpkin rolls in the kitchen for about three hours, just the two of us. Dancing, stirring, and singing to Christmas songs for about three hours. I'll never forget it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5600981155924237549?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5600981155924237549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5600981155924237549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5600981155924237549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5600981155924237549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TRuXChDwh2I/AAAAAAAABvA/lhnXr-WPz54/s72-c/DSC_1014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6257572995263838302</id><published>2010-11-20T17:19:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:05:10.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like a Superstar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;This is one of three new posts, scroll down after this for more updates (if you aren't too sick of us by then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody ever told me that my child’s birthday would be more fun than any Christmas I’ve ever known?? Such a special day with so many close friends and family that love our little boy and were there to celebrate his amazing first year of life! It was a BLAST! I’m sure he won’t remember much, so this post will have lots of details for him to read later…that I will remember always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course the theme was pretty simple…what he loves the most, MUSIC! He and all his baby "Superstar" friends (and some adult) had some major jam sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEGbxzG6I/AAAAAAAABs8/MwCLSDBdb0Q/s1600/DSC_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541824587550104482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEGbxzG6I/AAAAAAAABs8/MwCLSDBdb0Q/s320/DSC_0641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The music room, "Superstar Only".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEF6sgpHI/AAAAAAAABs0/e6oR84DbUbM/s1600/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541824578669552754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEF6sgpHI/AAAAAAAABs0/e6oR84DbUbM/s320/DSC_0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he likes it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEFLvgYhI/AAAAAAAABss/pjvy2QTKTKY/s1600/74102_461691760348_652845348_5341831_935671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541824566065652242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEFLvgYhI/AAAAAAAABss/pjvy2QTKTKY/s320/74102_461691760348_652845348_5341831_935671_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BFF Lee, lovin' the snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEDdCOiYI/AAAAAAAABsk/KuNkbFapsoM/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541824536347838850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEDdCOiYI/AAAAAAAABsk/KuNkbFapsoM/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hattie Belle strikin' a sweet pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiC8rw5OOI/AAAAAAAABsc/tX0jFtfHQjY/s1600/DSC_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541823320530958562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiC8rw5OOI/AAAAAAAABsc/tX0jFtfHQjY/s320/DSC_0500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady friends and their mamas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiC74ltfgI/AAAAAAAABsU/prlp_060Pbg/s1600/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541823306793844226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiC74ltfgI/AAAAAAAABsU/prlp_060Pbg/s320/DSC_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annalee gettin' into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAvqhxmHI/AAAAAAAABr0/34j4N7_l0lI/s1600/DSC_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541820897837553778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAvqhxmHI/AAAAAAAABr0/34j4N7_l0lI/s320/DSC_0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who says it was ALL for the "kids"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAu4pQ71I/AAAAAAAABrs/G8YR0r_nr30/s1600/DSC_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541820884447194962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAu4pQ71I/AAAAAAAABrs/G8YR0r_nr30/s320/DSC_0499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little birthday melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAuS3xvwI/AAAAAAAABrk/ipytGF6Cpwk/s1600/DSC_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541820874307518210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAuS3xvwI/AAAAAAAABrk/ipytGF6Cpwk/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some more "kids". Love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAtTfa5NI/AAAAAAAABrc/E1QyvlHZJ8w/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541820857293923538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAtTfa5NI/AAAAAAAABrc/E1QyvlHZJ8w/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAsp2SKhI/AAAAAAAABrU/fcHUvKzIe8A/s1600/DSC_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541820846115531282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiAsp2SKhI/AAAAAAAABrU/fcHUvKzIe8A/s320/DSC_0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uh oh, those damn rubber bands should be illegal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh_DAUCx7I/AAAAAAAABrE/3r3gSXvc9jw/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541819031079798706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh_DAUCx7I/AAAAAAAABrE/3r3gSXvc9jw/s320/DSC_0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He pulls through after the hat attack...barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh_CX4cnBI/AAAAAAAABq8/kfix1G5Gm1E/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541819020226632722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh_CX4cnBI/AAAAAAAABq8/kfix1G5Gm1E/s320/DSC_0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to give Gramps a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh_B58kCZI/AAAAAAAABq0/pcys6Hy52ns/s1600/DSC_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541819012190833042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh_B58kCZI/AAAAAAAABq0/pcys6Hy52ns/s320/DSC_0576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweets are terrific, thanks mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh969EUDgI/AAAAAAAABqs/AEyGg0OpTpk/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541817793257934338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh969EUDgI/AAAAAAAABqs/AEyGg0OpTpk/s320/DSC_0555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snack attacks for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh96avCfbI/AAAAAAAABqk/DyGm5YtI8ks/s1600/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541817784041897394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh96avCfbI/AAAAAAAABqk/DyGm5YtI8ks/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presents!! He did pretty good with this, sat with me while we opened most of the presents. I think he wanted to read/eat the cards more than anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh94fleJ0I/AAAAAAAABqc/G81uYhzWr4Q/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541817750984206146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh94fleJ0I/AAAAAAAABqc/G81uYhzWr4Q/s320/DSC_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh91XugZjI/AAAAAAAABqM/rY3_8B5suW0/s1600/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541817697335010866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh91XugZjI/AAAAAAAABqM/rY3_8B5suW0/s320/DSC_0614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did have to take a small "breather" to get some fresh air and swing time. I think he got a littl overwhelmed with all the love and attention (believe it or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh8lWVhjhI/AAAAAAAABqE/2tVWIZnw7a8/s1600/DSC_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541816322572258834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh8lWVhjhI/AAAAAAAABqE/2tVWIZnw7a8/s320/DSC_0630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And back to the races for some more fun. This might have been the biggest hit, Gramps and Gigi got him his very own CAR! In case you aren't aware...cars are only his most favorite thing right now. I'm not sure who loved it more, me or him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh7l0mYSNI/AAAAAAAABp8/ZFhuwocMTmU/s1600/DSC_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541815231184390354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh7l0mYSNI/AAAAAAAABp8/ZFhuwocMTmU/s320/DSC_0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gramps even wrote his name on the door, I guess the future siblings won't get confused with who this belongs to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh7lEGkQhI/AAAAAAAABp0/NZAdNwgzYak/s1600/DSC_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541815218166055442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh7lEGkQhI/AAAAAAAABp0/NZAdNwgzYak/s320/DSC_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to include some of the decor. I had almost as much fun planning/prepping for this superstar shindig as I did at the actual event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His 'Growing with Grover' banner, every month included! (yes, it's still hanging in our living room...but I promised Chap we can take it down next week when we decorate for Christmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4q34gLdI/AAAAAAAABo8/SW4k70jdK24/s1600/DSC_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541812019430174162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4q34gLdI/AAAAAAAABo8/SW4k70jdK24/s320/DSC_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4qJBA4WI/AAAAAAAABo0/QvvwpnEiBCI/s1600/DSC_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541812006849405282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4qJBA4WI/AAAAAAAABo0/QvvwpnEiBCI/s320/DSC_0472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541811973083347778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4oLOju0I/AAAAAAAABok/_vpCX7ZIU50/s320/DSC_0608.JPG" /&gt; The party favors: 'Winston's Baby Birthday Jams' with guitar ornaments and sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4nCSAeMI/AAAAAAAABoc/zWhMzThSn8A/s1600/DSC_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541811953502025922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh4nCSAeMI/AAAAAAAABoc/zWhMzThSn8A/s320/DSC_0613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh3EX5-qTI/AAAAAAAABoU/bbtdZQ0U4Ws/s1600/DSC_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541810258499774770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh3EX5-qTI/AAAAAAAABoU/bbtdZQ0U4Ws/s320/DSC_0460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh3BXoKjVI/AAAAAAAABoE/3qyCL_3--2c/s1600/DSC_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541810206885449042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh3BXoKjVI/AAAAAAAABoE/3qyCL_3--2c/s320/DSC_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet superstar giving mommy some thank you hugs, this melted my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh3Agc_NAI/AAAAAAAABn8/j2OLuoEIuPM/s1600/DSC_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541810192074617858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh3Agc_NAI/AAAAAAAABn8/j2OLuoEIuPM/s320/DSC_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all our wonerful friends and family that helped make this FIRST YEAR very special for our family. We had a LOT of love, support, and guidance throughout these last 12 months that has made us better parents and a stronger family. This day was a wonderful celebration for the "village" that has helped make this sweet boy who he is today! We love you all and are more than lucky to have you in our lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOh2-y4orFI/AAAAAAAABn0/nWpLpbhMqLo/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6257572995263838302?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6257572995263838302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6257572995263838302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6257572995263838302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6257572995263838302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/11/note-this-is-one-of-three-new-posts.html' title='Party Like a Superstar!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOiEGbxzG6I/AAAAAAAABs8/MwCLSDBdb0Q/s72-c/DSC_0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3205198793323775550</id><published>2010-11-20T14:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:59:48.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 12th, ONE YEAR POST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, where to begin? Leading up to this week I felt a mix of emotions when I thought about the amazing year we’ve shared with our little boy. All along people were asking me if I was sad that he was ‘growing up’. “Of course not, I’m just excited for the next phase…” I must have said at least 10 times…that was BEFORE I put together his b-day slide show. Between that, and the making of his ‘Growing With Grover’ banner, I was very quickly overwhelmed with how much love and life happen in one year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, I've often heard,  “enjoy it while you can, they grow up before you know it”. I can honestly say that not a day went by this year that I did not think of those words and remember to enjoy every single second. From the sleepless nights, projectile vomits, and trips to the hospital, to the first teeth, first words, first steps and everything in between; I have constantly reminded myself that each experience will only happen once. Whether it’s good, or bad, I will never have these moments back again. I know this year has flown by, but I also know that I couldn’t have been more aware or engaged in every second I’ve spent with my little boy. For that, I am grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 12th, 2009 @ 7:47&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgoW32FOZI/AAAAAAAABns/s6GgNcns-ow/s1600/100_3842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541723714892413330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgoW32FOZI/AAAAAAAABns/s6GgNcns-ow/s320/100_3842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most amazing event of my life, meeting my little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgoV9E5C0I/AAAAAAAABnk/q2Mobk099q8/s1600/100_3867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541723699116837698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgoV9E5C0I/AAAAAAAABnk/q2Mobk099q8/s320/100_3867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 12, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @ 7:00&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my little birthday boy with balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgmzYGhgMI/AAAAAAAABnc/HVJfK0qlHKM/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541722005564391618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgmzYGhgMI/AAAAAAAABnc/HVJfK0qlHKM/s320/DSC_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having birthday doughnuts with my class (I took the day off to spend with a certain 1 year old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgl5kKvwYI/AAAAAAAABnU/RrGM7QxC78s/s1600/bday%2Bwith%2Bclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541721012370915714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgl5kKvwYI/AAAAAAAABnU/RrGM7QxC78s/s320/bday%2Bwith%2Bclass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting daddy-man for lunch at Kinch's to watch the choo-choo trains!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOglbPAnOkI/AAAAAAAABnM/bnQp2h_R48U/s1600/b-day%2Blunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541720491295193666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOglbPAnOkI/AAAAAAAABnM/bnQp2h_R48U/s320/b-day%2Blunch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Staying up to see my cousins on my birthday and have a quick jam session!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgktiMO1oI/AAAAAAAABnE/MUlNdH_G974/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541719706170218114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgktiMO1oI/AAAAAAAABnE/MUlNdH_G974/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last few months he’s really developed into the social bug. He loves saying ‘hi’ to new people and waves his sweet little hand to everyone he sees. He thinks most everything is funny and claps at the silliest things. He has a way of looking at you that makes everything inside turn to mush. His giggle is ridiculously addictive and will make you do/say/sing/dance just about anything to get some more of it. His comedic timing is also developing, he loves making you wait for the silly-ness you’re looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Activities –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing peek-a-boo&lt;/em&gt; (sometimes covering his eyes, but most of the time his ears). He thinks this is hi-larious and claps for himself most every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itsy Bitsy Spider&lt;/em&gt; – he can do most of the motions with you, and NEVER fails to clap and give a high-five at the completion of the song. Such a good audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking&lt;/em&gt; – he’s pretty quick now-a-days and thinks he’s pretty slick when he does his 360’s (pivots on his foot to turn himself around). Along with this, however, comes plenty of falling. We get, on average, 2-3 new bumps/bruises a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airplanes!&lt;/em&gt; – loves them and will call for them whenever he hears anything that remotely sounds like an airplane (lawn mower, air conditioner, refrigerator). My favorite is his airplane noise, this closely resembles a constipation groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kindermusic&lt;/em&gt; – we are both enjoying the heck out of this! I highly recommend it. I wasn’t sure how much we’d get out of it, but each week I see new things he’s learning and I LOVE it! I think my favorite part is that he’s learning ‘patience’. The first time we went to the class I realized how quick I am to give him objects he wants. Well, guess what. That’s not life. While he doesn’t love learning patience, music and singing have helped us develop this skill J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ball&lt;/em&gt; – loves rolling, chewing, kicking a ball. Him and Brodey have had a few showdowns when it’s come to outside ball time. Not my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exploring&lt;/em&gt; – will walk around pointing and talking to new objects for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opening and Closing&lt;/em&gt; – this he does with any door, cabinet, basically anything with a hinge. He thinks it’s great when you say ‘open/close’ really fast while he’s doing it (until his finger gets slammed, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baths&lt;/em&gt; – LOVES a bath, he’s getting a little adventurous though, which I do not love. I must say “sit on your bottom” at least 10 times each bathing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brushing his teeth&lt;/em&gt; – if you say it, he’s pointing to it and saying ‘tee, tee, tee’ (teeth). He sits with his head back and mouth open the entire time. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Books&lt;/em&gt; – he’s getting pretty decent about pointing and saying the objects while we read (mainly ‘Goodnight Moon’ since we read it nightly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWINGING&lt;/em&gt; – kid LOVES to swing. Can’t get enough of it. He laughs sooo hard when you swing with him in the porch swing and bump his feet. Haven’t really figured out why that’s so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cars&lt;/em&gt; – I must hear ‘car, car, car’ at least 50 times a day. It’s really funny because now when I put my shoes on he thinks it’s trip time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Food –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hot dogs, cheerios, green beans, fish sticks, sweet potatoes, apples, cheesy noodles, peaches, pears, waffles, and blueberry pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Words –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Juice, trees, car, apple, toys, ball, swing (but sounds like “sing”), mama, dada, Gigi, birds (and can make a bird sound ‘ka ka, ka ka), he can’t say “cow” yet, but when you say it he makes the ‘moooo’ sound, bites, plane (sounds like “pane”), cat, shoes (but this sounds very similar to ‘juice’ so we get them confused sometimes), Chap (sounds like “chp”…which pleases Chap none, but I think it’s too funny and might or might not be advocating it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO MORE FORMULA/LIQUID GOLD (and this, my friends, has given us a hefty pay increase) He’s really enjoying the milk I think, even though his hiney isn’t fully convinced. We’re now trying ‘Lactaid’ via recommendation from pediatrician in hopes to jump start his systems ability to handle whole milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE ACID REFLUX MEDICINE (again, feels like a mild promotion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got his 2nd haircut already (this one was a little short though, so I think it should last a while.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has had 2 baby colds now and no ear infections to follow (I say this while knocking on wood).  This is a big deal for us, we were on a pretty good roll there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinion/Sass – though rare, it has been evident for him to grunt/growl or perform tantrum-like symptoms when he’s not totally pleased with something. We’re hoping to keep this to a minimum, but understand the reality of toddler-hood and how it effects our chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing with Grover - ONE YEAR OLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you might wonder why he's not laying down with grover as done in previous months, please refer to the last listed  'milestone' for answer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stats:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weight: 19lbs, 10 oz (15th %)...and this is WITH me leaving the soaking wet diaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;height: 30 1/2 in. (75th %)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head: 18 1/2 in. (75th %)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgkZIcLqwI/AAAAAAAABm8/tm7-RqaSj64/s1600/CSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541719355660413698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgkZIcLqwI/AAAAAAAABm8/tm7-RqaSj64/s320/CSC_0265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Winn, we love you with every single bit of our hearts and couldn’t be more proud of the little boy you’ve become. You not only light up the room with your sweet smile and spirit, but you light up our hearts with every thought of you. We can’t measure the joy you’ve brought into our lives this year and the countless memories to go with it. We love you and look forward to loving/growing with you year #2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3205198793323775550?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3205198793323775550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3205198793323775550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3205198793323775550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3205198793323775550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-12th-one-year-post.html' title='November 12th, ONE YEAR POST!!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgoW32FOZI/AAAAAAAABns/s6GgNcns-ow/s72-c/100_3842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-280656402958117347</id><published>2010-11-20T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:27:37.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Post (though it's almost Thanksgiving)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a fun FIRST Halloween for my sweet lil’ lion!  We had so much fun dressing him up and showing him off.  Even though this had to have been the hottest/tightest little costume ever (we actually had to cut the hole in the head bigger just to get it on his head...)he sure did look super cute in it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfuVGPqNI/AAAAAAAABmk/SF7hmB9Cd5o/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541714222277175506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfuVGPqNI/AAAAAAAABmk/SF7hmB9Cd5o/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to our friend's house, Taylor (a.k.a cutest cow ever) to hang out and let the kiddos play.  Such a good time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgftlE0gKI/AAAAAAAABmc/jKIncsX8ocQ/s1600/winston%2Band%2Btaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541714209386299554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgftlE0gKI/AAAAAAAABmc/jKIncsX8ocQ/s320/winston%2Band%2Btaylor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayride with mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfs6-SacI/AAAAAAAABmU/wcd4nMs2TfU/s1600/winston%2Band%2Bmommy%2Bhayride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541714198084610498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfs6-SacI/AAAAAAAABmU/wcd4nMs2TfU/s320/winston%2Band%2Bmommy%2Bhayride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfsGThvLI/AAAAAAAABmM/n2eBvev_qtE/s1600/hayriding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541714183946615986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfsGThvLI/AAAAAAAABmM/n2eBvev_qtE/s320/hayriding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for being such a good sport and not freaking out when all the fuzz got in your mouth, lion!  We could have squeezed the fur right off of you in your costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfrjCWo5I/AAAAAAAABmE/zOwCP4Csz5Y/s1600/sweet%2Blion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541714174479344530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfrjCWo5I/AAAAAAAABmE/zOwCP4Csz5Y/s320/sweet%2Blion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-280656402958117347?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/280656402958117347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=280656402958117347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/280656402958117347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/280656402958117347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-post-though-its-almost.html' title='The Halloween Post (though it&apos;s almost Thanksgiving)'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TOgfuVGPqNI/AAAAAAAABmk/SF7hmB9Cd5o/s72-c/DSC_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7862626357967756473</id><published>2010-10-27T21:19:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:28:05.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago I got to participate in a beautiful weekend filled with LOTS of love, beautiful moments, loads of laughs, precious family, and a union of two people that are truly made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure I was prepared for the emotions I would feel when my brother got married. We’ve always been very close, and I’ve known for a long time that Amanda is his “lobster”, it all seemed very natural from the beginning. But, actually watching this amazing girl and seeing how much she cares and loves not only my brother, but my entire family, fills my heart with more JOY than I can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normie is, without a doubt, the most selfless person I know. He puts everyone else before himself (unless it’s time for dinner), and genuinely cares about how people are feeling. He’s been an amazing source of support for everyone in our family for too many years now. I’m so happy that he’s found someone that he can truly enjoy this new adventure with. I am confident that he will put the same time, effort, love, and care into his new family that he’s put into ours for so many years. He deserves every single ounce of happiness this world has to offer, and I can’t think of a more perfect person for him to share this with than Amanda!! Their personalities are addictive, and their love for each other just makes me smile. I couldn’t have picked a better wife for my brother, daughter for my parents, sister for myself, and aunt for my little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few, of the zillions, pics taken that weekend (and we haven't even seen the photographer's yet...) I'm telling you, I think every person there wanted to capture a piece of this heaven to take with them. Can you blame them?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjX8zAUklI/AAAAAAAABl8/SmwbTMwz8LE/s1600/amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532909581708333650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjX8zAUklI/AAAAAAAABl8/SmwbTMwz8LE/s320/amazing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the family, Amanda! It was WAY fun to see my long lost "Berky Brothers" again, and of course, our dear Tutu! I L-O-V-E our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjWHjjG2FI/AAAAAAAABl0/aPMmod7T7bc/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907567514572882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjWHjjG2FI/AAAAAAAABl0/aPMmod7T7bc/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still tear up every time I look at this picture. So happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjWHY9nEdI/AAAAAAAABls/370yfeJiTgQ/s1600/IMG_5178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532907564672946642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjWHY9nEdI/AAAAAAAABls/370yfeJiTgQ/s320/IMG_5178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sweet. Love was everywhere!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVNg1KLTI/AAAAAAAABlk/KylBwL4CTGc/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532906570352569650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVNg1KLTI/AAAAAAAABlk/KylBwL4CTGc/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS little boy partied his little tux pants off! Dancin' King was up way past his curfew in this picture. I'm kind of a weirdo about his schedule, so I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't shed a tear being out so late (even when I peeled him out of his tux at the end of the night).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVNNgZwHI/AAAAAAAABlc/FuV8WK4hRxI/s1600/DSC_0210_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532906565165236338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVNNgZwHI/AAAAAAAABlc/FuV8WK4hRxI/s320/DSC_0210_01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chap sang Normie and Amanda's first dance (don't have a pic of this yet, I was too busy smiling from ear to ear to touch my camera), but this song was too precious not to post. This is Amanda's little sister, Maggie, singing "God Blessed the Broken Road" while Normie played.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVMiOEamI/AAAAAAAABlU/hARqiZaUleI/s1600/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532906553545615970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVMiOEamI/AAAAAAAABlU/hARqiZaUleI/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They had "Sister", by Dave Mathews played for our dance, loved it! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVMYtYHWI/AAAAAAAABlM/vg8oDTUhcRs/s1600/DSC_0189_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532906550992575842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVMYtYHWI/AAAAAAAABlM/vg8oDTUhcRs/s320/DSC_0189_01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the last dance of the evening. What started out as a joke turned into a very sweet moment of all the guests circled around them holding hands and singing. It couldn't have been written any better!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVMOHc6LI/AAAAAAAABlE/79htu5Gs03A/s1600/DSC_0204_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532906548149151922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjVMOHc6LI/AAAAAAAABlE/79htu5Gs03A/s320/DSC_0204_01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Normie &amp;amp; Amanda, for letting us all be a part of your amazingly special/perfect day. It reminded me of how wonderful love and family truly are! We love you both more than you know and wish you nothing but love, laughter, and LOTS of baby cousins for Winston!! Ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7862626357967756473?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7862626357967756473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7862626357967756473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7862626357967756473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7862626357967756473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/10/happily-ever-married.html' title='Happily Ever Married!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TMjX8zAUklI/AAAAAAAABl8/SmwbTMwz8LE/s72-c/amazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4304393953670779908</id><published>2010-10-08T21:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:44:48.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to need you to slow down just a little bit. This past week, my baby boy started walking AND got his first little man hair cut. I am doing my very best to enjoy each and every moment, but sometimes feel like I can't soak it in fast enough. If you could do me a huge favor and just slow down? Or even pause for a little bit?? My heart would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Very Busy Mom of a Very Busy Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gettin' his locks trimmed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 4th &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DonnaCole's with Ms. Nichole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I know, I tried to hold out tilll the almighty "one year" mark, but with Uncle Norm's wedding next weekend...we figured pictures without a baby mullet might be a nice wedding gift.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Ld5RseeI/AAAAAAAABk0/r6Xdt66WR1A/s1600/CSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525858982258571746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Ld5RseeI/AAAAAAAABk0/r6Xdt66WR1A/s320/CSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not positive that we're fully in love with this idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_KkbYndBI/AAAAAAAABks/KqF0knG_19M/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857994981995538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_KkbYndBI/AAAAAAAABks/KqF0knG_19M/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll probably smile and laugh regardless. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Kkbcu3eI/AAAAAAAABkk/A1Djy_eqk8s/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857994999258594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Kkbcu3eI/AAAAAAAABkk/A1Djy_eqk8s/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soooo much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_KkBERwaI/AAAAAAAABkc/X2s9hX6dFSI/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857987917365666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_KkBERwaI/AAAAAAAABkc/X2s9hX6dFSI/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, for the walking...&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the walking comes only TWO short weeks after the crawling initiated. I'm not 100% sure that was enough time for mommy to transition to "full mobility".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not, Mommy, here I go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Kij_lpNI/AAAAAAAABkU/uRcZEDrPnUQ/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857962933200082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Kij_lpNI/AAAAAAAABkU/uRcZEDrPnUQ/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Kg1EN7GI/AAAAAAAABkM/yPFKnVijx3s/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857933156281442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Kg1EN7GI/AAAAAAAABkM/yPFKnVijx3s/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_JBlb6DfI/AAAAAAAABkE/WrMKMx7XKfI/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525856296873102834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_JBlb6DfI/AAAAAAAABkE/WrMKMx7XKfI/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First steps: October 3, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking to his mommy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4304393953670779908?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4304393953670779908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4304393953670779908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4304393953670779908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4304393953670779908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-pause.html' title='Please Pause'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK_Ld5RseeI/AAAAAAAABk0/r6Xdt66WR1A/s72-c/CSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3190862218350196537</id><published>2010-10-06T20:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:50:22.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bird...It's a PLANE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you're not aware, PLANES are a pretty big deal in my family. My grandfather, the original 'Norman WINSTON Gourley' was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps, and later a Major General, dedicating over 35 years of his life to aviation and our country...needless to say, our family likes &lt;em&gt;airplanes&lt;/em&gt; just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been waiting for Winn to show interest in real, LIVE, flying, airplanes for a while now ...making sure I point out each one. Till this week, he didn't so much lift his eyes up to the sky in the direction of my finger pointing. I was wondering if he'd EVER understand planes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, a few nights ago, we were walking to get the mail and he heard a plane (on his own) and started searching the sky. I looked up and saw a very low flying plane, pointed, and said "Airplane!!" He smiled REALLY big and pointed his little baby finger at the airplane and said "ppppp" (&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; = plane) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I immediately thanked my grandfather for the very special moment I had just shared with my little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today on our walk, he got to see more planes. I had to get my phone out to capture a few of the moments...the entire walk consisted of him and his pursuit for planes (and I didn't plan the outfit either, in case you were wondering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the stroller, mom, I think I hear something. Wait for it...wait for it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0YMdLnd8I/AAAAAAAABjs/xiS_Xn48NMg/s1600/plane+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525098920124315586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0YMdLnd8I/AAAAAAAABjs/xiS_Xn48NMg/s320/plane+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yep! There's the ppppp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W-Aw_EsI/AAAAAAAABjk/KS5PLO58Hx8/s1600/plane+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525097572466627266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W-Aw_EsI/AAAAAAAABjk/KS5PLO58Hx8/s320/plane+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W99Mr1uI/AAAAAAAABjc/RzmduHqgSn0/s1600/plane+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525097571509065442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W99Mr1uI/AAAAAAAABjc/RzmduHqgSn0/s320/plane+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525113466253270626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0lbJvA3mI/AAAAAAAABj8/_Xt76-1LuAc/s320/plane+4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture that hangs in Winn's room of his great grandfather, Sho Sho (meaning 'to fly') in his jet. My wonderful Auntie Anne had the picture blown up, restored, matted, and framed as a baby gift for Winston. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W9G4eaCI/AAAAAAAABjM/zO_XVjm7kSg/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525097556928784418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W9G4eaCI/AAAAAAAABjM/zO_XVjm7kSg/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote at the bottom of the frame. It hangs over the rocking chair, so we're reminded of it every night when we do our bedtime routine. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525097564828536082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W9kT7DRI/AAAAAAAABjU/IKE5WJaM4bg/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my grandfather's airplane. My grandmother gave it to him many, many years ago. She then gave it to her great grandson as a 'welcome home' gift when he was born (adding to the excitement that W was born at exactly 7:47 a.m.). Both gifts mean the world to me and will be cherished by me, and my son always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W87V0z5I/AAAAAAAABjE/FJ-fA8CPJ4E/s1600/37421_406569453214_104395453214_4470178_4326310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525097553830662034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0W87V0z5I/AAAAAAAABjE/FJ-fA8CPJ4E/s320/37421_406569453214_104395453214_4470178_4326310_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Winn, keep looking for the planes. We can't wait to teach you about your GREAT grandfather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3190862218350196537?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3190862218350196537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3190862218350196537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3190862218350196537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3190862218350196537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-birdits-plane.html' title='It&apos;s a Bird...It&apos;s a PLANE!!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TK0YMdLnd8I/AAAAAAAABjs/xiS_Xn48NMg/s72-c/plane+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4181707644285928443</id><published>2010-10-03T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:31:25.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Itty Bitty Baby Steps!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4181707644285928443' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4181707644285928443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4181707644285928443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/10/itty-bitty-baby-steps.html' title='Itty Bitty Baby Steps!!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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Per post below, I have more time so I hope to get this blog a little more accurate. My “monthly” updates won’t be so quarterly anymore…I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROWING WITH GROVER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYnVHILAwI/AAAAAAAABi8/jGa7t1-PaXM/s1600/DSC_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518641637033181954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYnVHILAwI/AAAAAAAABi8/jGa7t1-PaXM/s320/DSC_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 8 months&lt;br /&gt;(8 &amp;amp; 9 pics posted flip flop...oops)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYnUtmUB6I/AAAAAAAABi0/xlHO0Dti3b0/s1600/DSC_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518641630180280226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYnUtmUB6I/AAAAAAAABi0/xlHO0Dti3b0/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmXqm7fpI/AAAAAAAABis/4AB5idWgmQA/s1600/DSC_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518640581405539986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmXqm7fpI/AAAAAAAABis/4AB5idWgmQA/s320/DSC_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;10 month stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Head circumference – 18 ½ inches (80th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Height – 29 inches (65th percentile)&lt;br /&gt;Weight – 18 lbs. (15th percentile…a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;SCRAWNY&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you came to visit us these days, you’d probably find…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;punkin head&lt;/em&gt; that thinks he can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walk, run, and dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all day long. He is VERY determined to get ‘to and fro’ on his little 10 month legs. He’s been like this for a few months now, and mom’s back has been sore ever since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmXJUhj2I/AAAAAAAABik/dsrYJqAsUmY/s1600/DSC_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518640572469972834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmXJUhj2I/AAAAAAAABik/dsrYJqAsUmY/s320/DSC_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;bug&lt;/em&gt; that LOVES to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crawl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and explore new things. He finally picked up on the idea of crawling (rather than rolling) last week. He’s by no means “speedy” in his efforts, I’m assuming it ain’t easy getting that head in the direction intended (see stats above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmW2WVhJI/AAAAAAAABic/STrCpda7--I/s1600/DSC_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518640567377298578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmW2WVhJI/AAAAAAAABic/STrCpda7--I/s320/DSC_1011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet little boy that still ADORES his cousin &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (And I adore that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmWnZDdrI/AAAAAAAABiU/QcrijS3Bztw/s1600/DSC_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518640563362166450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmWnZDdrI/AAAAAAAABiU/QcrijS3Bztw/s320/DSC_0801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pots &amp;amp; Pans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Gramps for this new obsession. Our cabinets couldn’t be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmWJnhoqI/AAAAAAAABiM/suZUf3nFsK4/s1600/DSC_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518640555369800354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYmWJnhoqI/AAAAAAAABiM/suZUf3nFsK4/s320/DSC_0936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;binker binks&lt;/em&gt; that can hang with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all day long! He loves his cousins, and thinks his buddy Lee is pretty fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjmPRKBXI/AAAAAAAABiE/YgwIGhNGHtM/s1600/DSC_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518637533229614450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjmPRKBXI/AAAAAAAABiE/YgwIGhNGHtM/s320/DSC_0815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abuster butt&lt;/em&gt; that L-O-V-E-S to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! He is fascinated with trees, and anytime we walk out the door (whether there’s trees nearby or not) he waves to the sky and with a huge smile and says “tees, tees” (trees, trees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjlz3xtAI/AAAAAAAABh8/_jaABFarBIY/s1600/DSC_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518637525875405826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjlz3xtAI/AAAAAAAABh8/_jaABFarBIY/s320/DSC_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mature, young adult that swears he can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;all by himself. He doesn’t need mom to hold the spoon anymore, and honestly I’ve given up. Now-a-days Winn holds/bangs the spoon, and we both work on getting the food in his mouth with our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjlaN2B-I/AAAAAAAABh0/C9BbB5yJqlg/s1600/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518637518988642274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjlaN2B-I/AAAAAAAABh0/C9BbB5yJqlg/s320/DSC_0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy that loves &lt;strong&gt;MUSIC&lt;/strong&gt;! The piano is still his favorite, but the guitar is a close runner up. If his daddy man is playing the guitar, you’ll find a little bug very close by. He's also adequate in clapping , loves patty cake and "If you're happy and you know it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjlFd_pBI/AAAAAAAABhs/efpKAOHqxoE/s1600/DSC_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518637513419236370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjlFd_pBI/AAAAAAAABhs/efpKAOHqxoE/s320/DSC_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Winston has acquired a number of &lt;em&gt;nicknames &lt;/em&gt;by his parentals. Poor kid is going to be so confused about his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winston Bruce Rollings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy and I love you ALL THE WAY! We can’t get enough of your sweet personality. You make us laugh all the time and you make us proud even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjkpH5xaI/AAAAAAAABhk/YoC3sSiyFB8/s1600/DSC_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518637505810384290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYjkpH5xaI/AAAAAAAABhk/YoC3sSiyFB8/s320/DSC_0820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom’s Notes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite words&lt;/em&gt; that he repeats all day – shoes (shss), trees (tees), bye (buh), ha-choo/sneeze (chu!) momma (momma) , dada (dada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite food&lt;/em&gt; – toast, green beans, French fries, nutri-grain bars, dried apples, hot dogs, cheerios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing size&lt;/em&gt; - still rockin' 9-12 month O.F's for the most part. He just moved up to a size 4 diaper (could probably still fit in the 3's, but thanks to Gramp's Costco purchase we decided 4's would be just fine for now). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6890497509774770534?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6890497509774770534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6890497509774770534' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6890497509774770534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6890497509774770534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-about-babyagain.html' title='The One About the Baby...Again'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TJYnVHILAwI/AAAAAAAABi8/jGa7t1-PaXM/s72-c/DSC_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6947247048607327626</id><published>2010-09-18T22:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:42:40.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Not About the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: lots of writing/little pictures and probably pretty boring for most…but I have to take a minute to update everyone on some of mine and Chap’s recent “milestones”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap has been working his hiney off!! He was out of town nearly the entire summer working on a big project for his company. While we were incredibly appreciative for the work opportunity, WE MISSED HIM SO MUCH! We are VERY grateful for all the hard work he does to support our family. I know leaving his little boy for weeks at a time was NOT an easy task, but he did an amazing job and it’s finally paying off. This past week he was given an increase in responsibilities of the survey department (by increase, I mean all of it). In October, he’ll take the second part of the PLS to complete the initial goal he’s been working towards for the last five years. Words can’t express how proud I am of the man I married. His enthusiasm and perseverance through a journey that has definitely had its pitfalls in this crap economy, remained consistent. He’s passionate about doing honest and attentive work with everyone he comes in contact with, a trait that I admire and respect more than he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like to brag much (unless it involves my child) but since this post isn’t about him…&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with my Masters in Reading and Literacy this week (with a 4.0…while I’m at it). I started the program three years ago with a colleague, and very dear friend of mine, Angela Williams (she suckered me into it one day in the teacher workroom, and I can’t thank her enough!) SUCH an amazing experience and something I am very proud of. During our evaluative conference last week with our supervisor and professor, I (surprisingly) started crying in the middle of our discussion. Reflecting on how far I’ve come as a “reading specialist” while maintaining two jobs, being pregnant, having my sweet baby boy, and basically being a single mommy a good portion of this last half, has definitely made me realize that I’m a stronger person than I give myself credit for. All of which I couldn’t have done without my amazingly supportive husband and wonderful learning partner/friend, Angela. I am sooooo looking forward to putting my newfound time into being a better teacher, mommy, and wife (yes Chap, that means adding more entrees to my cooking repertoire that currently exists of a fancy chicken/mac &amp;amp; extra cheese dish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Our milestones. Even though it’s “not about the baby”, it all kind of is. It’s a pretty amazing thing that we have these opportunities to make a better life for our little man. I’m thankful for a partner that realizes this, and not only supports my dreams, but continues to pursue his as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Little Lare, and can’t wait to see what else we accomplish together!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6947247048607327626?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6947247048607327626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6947247048607327626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6947247048607327626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6947247048607327626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-not-about-baby.html' title='The One Not About the Baby'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8912210388938896879</id><published>2010-08-11T14:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:42:00.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summatime Over?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;People have asked me recently “So, how do you feel about school starting back?” I’ve found myself tongue tied every time I try to respond…mixed/torn/excited/sad. Is that an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE A NEW SCHOOL YEAR. New school supplies, back to school outfits, perfect classroom organization, the suspenseful class rosters, fresh ideas, catching up with teacher friends, developing a class community…love all of it! I seriously have a hard time sleeping the night before because I get just as excited/nervous as the kids do! I was worried that after I had a child, this might change but I’m happy to say that the thrill is still here! However, what has changed is what I’ll be leaving every day to return to the job I love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Early morning walks with my boys (Brodey &amp;amp; Winn)&lt;br /&gt;Regis &amp;amp; Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Porch swinging with Winn&lt;br /&gt;Getting to see Smith and Addison almost every week!&lt;br /&gt;Morning chats with Amber and Krissee&lt;br /&gt;Lunch dates with Mimi, Lee, Lauren, and Reeves&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Gramps and Gigi in Greenville&lt;br /&gt;Swimming with Winn&lt;br /&gt;Dinner dates with friends/fam&lt;br /&gt;Leisurely tending to my grad. school assignments&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late&lt;br /&gt;Photo-shoots with my little man&lt;br /&gt;Running errands&lt;br /&gt;Music sessions with my sweet boy&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Cookie, Poppy, and the McKnights in Hartsville&lt;br /&gt;Having time to read a book that doesn’t have to do with teaching!&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Scrabble (thank you Daniel)&lt;br /&gt;Spending every single second with my little boy, that’s right…even the poopy ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little photo montage of our summer (please excuse the excessiveness)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEdRE9DlI/AAAAAAAABhU/8daY2elWmvM/s1600/DSC_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504248070423776850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEdRE9DlI/AAAAAAAABhU/8daY2elWmvM/s320/DSC_0787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEdJQwQ7I/AAAAAAAABhM/B1arT13Et4o/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504248068325786546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEdJQwQ7I/AAAAAAAABhM/B1arT13Et4o/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEc8TVQXI/AAAAAAAABhE/jlk0sNY__8A/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504248064846938482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEc8TVQXI/AAAAAAAABhE/jlk0sNY__8A/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEcgpmtiI/AAAAAAAABg8/u01TjfSzJ6Q/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504248057424164386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEcgpmtiI/AAAAAAAABg8/u01TjfSzJ6Q/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEcGMP7BI/AAAAAAAABg0/JKHACzeu_IE/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504248050321714194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEcGMP7BI/AAAAAAAABg0/JKHACzeu_IE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-9gtoRwI/AAAAAAAABgs/UZFQpizXG8o/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504242027306960642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-9gtoRwI/AAAAAAAABgs/UZFQpizXG8o/s320/DSC_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-9eEgRiI/AAAAAAAABgk/s7U5L7C-o0M/s1600/DSC_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504242026597598754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-9eEgRiI/AAAAAAAABgk/s7U5L7C-o0M/s320/DSC_0718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-81sE9XI/AAAAAAAABgc/y7g9N8xGCio/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504242015757727090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-81sE9XI/AAAAAAAABgc/y7g9N8xGCio/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-8ckSICI/AAAAAAAABgU/VrDqffVkoX0/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504242009014149154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-8ckSICI/AAAAAAAABgU/VrDqffVkoX0/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-8DjdwvI/AAAAAAAABgM/hEBahIKqQ58/s1600/ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504242002299831026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL-8DjdwvI/AAAAAAAABgM/hEBahIKqQ58/s320/ladies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2faw8ofI/AAAAAAAABgE/UrRenTrC59M/s1600/DSC_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504232714221167090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2faw8ofI/AAAAAAAABgE/UrRenTrC59M/s320/DSC_0751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2fPV51hI/AAAAAAAABf8/XFX-spPUHpc/s1600/DSC_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504232711154947602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2fPV51hI/AAAAAAAABf8/XFX-spPUHpc/s320/DSC_0697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2ej-h_II/AAAAAAAABf0/QU7T3s_7C2g/s1600/DSC_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504232699514190978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2ej-h_II/AAAAAAAABf0/QU7T3s_7C2g/s320/DSC_0668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2eEw5vTI/AAAAAAAABfs/We7JR7A3Lpk/s1600/DSC_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504232691135528242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2eEw5vTI/AAAAAAAABfs/We7JR7A3Lpk/s320/DSC_0592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2d48T7VI/AAAAAAAABfk/SGmGTRbzS7k/s1600/DSC_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504232687962156370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGL2d48T7VI/AAAAAAAABfk/SGmGTRbzS7k/s320/DSC_0643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzHrfuTPI/AAAAAAAABfc/hOvOhLDdS-I/s1600/DSC_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504229007860583666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzHrfuTPI/AAAAAAAABfc/hOvOhLDdS-I/s320/DSC_0570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzHI7iBpI/AAAAAAAABfU/qqx4kE31KnQ/s1600/DSC_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504228998581978770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzHI7iBpI/AAAAAAAABfU/qqx4kE31KnQ/s320/DSC_0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzG3nJfZI/AAAAAAAABfM/rd1suX76HxI/s1600/DSC_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504228993933082002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzG3nJfZI/AAAAAAAABfM/rd1suX76HxI/s320/DSC_0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzGsOhZoI/AAAAAAAABfE/NmIMFCHYfDI/s1600/DSC_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504228990877001346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzGsOhZoI/AAAAAAAABfE/NmIMFCHYfDI/s320/DSC_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you see why I’m torn? While I’m so excited to go back to a job that I truly love, I’m going to miss the heck out of my little boy!! Chap was out of town for most of the summer (which was a huge bummer), so it has literally been me and Winn every second, of every day. I know it’s going to be an adjustment (probably more for me than him) getting back into the school routine. But one thing I know is certain; I am one lucky lady to have a little boy that I’m crazy in love with AND a job that I couldn’t be more passionate about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Winn,&lt;br /&gt;I have loved this summer more than any other. We’ve made some pretty fun memories that I will cherish always!! The best part is, I think next summer will be even better! I LOVE YOU ALL THE WAY TO THE MOON AND BACK&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzGPq8gUI/AAAAAAAABe8/QI5rYJp77S4/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504228983211589954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGLzGPq8gUI/AAAAAAAABe8/QI5rYJp77S4/s320/DSC_0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8912210388938896879?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8912210388938896879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8912210388938896879' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8912210388938896879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8912210388938896879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/08/summatime-over.html' title='Summatime Over?!!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TGMEdRE9DlI/AAAAAAAABhU/8daY2elWmvM/s72-c/DSC_0787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-182403981277162602</id><published>2010-07-30T09:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:53:32.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mozarts in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a new hobby...yes, Winn is in LOVE with a piano! We have a hip 90's keyboard that he's grown quite addicted to. When he sees it, he "supermans" himself towards it so he can play some sweet jams (good things there's a volume button). I'm sure all babies love music, but this kid's world lights up when he sees or hears anything musical (even my voice). Let's hope this continues and grows into a talent like it did for his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as I saw this picture my heart skipped a beat, reminds me of someone I know that loved playing the piano with their grandpa many moons ago :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winn &amp;amp; Poppy, June 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq7SMbayI/AAAAAAAABec/jJVMO-xx7xk/s1600/DSC_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499716399189945122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq7SMbayI/AAAAAAAABec/jJVMO-xx7xk/s320/DSC_0737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Heather &amp;amp; ShoSho December, 1982&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq6_XCmKI/AAAAAAAABeU/h2eOIWC6EV4/s1600/004_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499716394134182050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq6_XCmKI/AAAAAAAABeU/h2eOIWC6EV4/s320/004_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet music man. His favorite is when he plays a little number and you dance a little jig. He thinks that is really funny (or maybe it's just my smooth moves...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winn, Jully 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq6k-KjBI/AAAAAAAABeM/67_wQJzsVyY/s1600/DSC_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499716387050523666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq6k-KjBI/AAAAAAAABeM/67_wQJzsVyY/s320/DSC_0513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;His mommy, December 1982&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq6AqLZCI/AAAAAAAABeE/Qp4BUyfBDsY/s1600/002_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499716377303016482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq6AqLZCI/AAAAAAAABeE/Qp4BUyfBDsY/s320/002_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShoSho, we miss you so much. I wish more than anything that you were able to meet my amazing husband and wonderful little boy. I know you would fall in love with them the same way I do every day. Thank you for all the memories, we strive every day to keep them alive through Winston. We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-182403981277162602?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/182403981277162602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=182403981277162602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/182403981277162602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/182403981277162602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/07/mozarts-in-making.html' title='Mozarts in the Making'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TFLq7SMbayI/AAAAAAAABec/jJVMO-xx7xk/s72-c/DSC_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4539221228760221133</id><published>2010-07-10T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:59:18.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUCH a fun memory today!!  We finally got around to taking 6 month pictures (oops) and couldn't be happier with how they turned out!  We've only gotten a few back, so here are a couple...thank you Andrea Berry for an amazing memory!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDjBiEaMh7I/AAAAAAAABd8/1BwoxHIxGfo/s1600/37421_406569448214_104395453214_4470177_99209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492352536621647794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDjBiEaMh7I/AAAAAAAABd8/1BwoxHIxGfo/s320/37421_406569448214_104395453214_4470177_99209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDjBdwZi4DI/AAAAAAAABd0/AH3CJCHekyY/s1600/35122_406571828214_104395453214_4470261_6649541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492352462530732082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDjBdwZi4DI/AAAAAAAABd0/AH3CJCHekyY/s320/35122_406571828214_104395453214_4470261_6649541_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was such a ham today...laughing, smiling, and flirting the entire shoot.  I can't imagine loving anything more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andreaberryphotography.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.andreaberryphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4539221228760221133?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4539221228760221133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4539221228760221133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4539221228760221133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4539221228760221133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/07/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDjBiEaMh7I/AAAAAAAABd8/1BwoxHIxGfo/s72-c/37421_406569448214_104395453214_4470177_99209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8249187659247408827</id><published>2010-07-07T13:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:31:14.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer days with The Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear July,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please go slower than your sister June did?? We are having WAY too much fun and are not even close to being finished!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boy and I have been traveling South Carolina for a few weeks now, and loving every second. We’ve been to Greenville, Pawley’s Island, Johnston, and Hartsville. Lots of fun memories have been made, and some of the best have been with The Day’s! Growing up, my brother and I never had cousins near us to spend a lot of time with. We moved around (a LOT) and never seemed to make it close to much family for very long. I’m so happy to say this won’t be the case with little Winn and his cousins! We have really enjoyed our time with sweet Smith and Addison, and look forward to many more memories to come! Here are just a few pics from the hundreds taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winn and Smith, discovering the baby crushes they have on eachother :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESxXBvBI/AAAAAAAABdk/3SdJ0nh56WM/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491229672438086674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESxXBvBI/AAAAAAAABdk/3SdJ0nh56WM/s320/DSC_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time seeing the ocean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESo7AbPI/AAAAAAAABdc/j24qwO4PJXs/s1600/DSC_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491229670173076722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESo7AbPI/AAAAAAAABdc/j24qwO4PJXs/s320/DSC_0645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESN1WFcI/AAAAAAAABdU/dZ3EesBcDHc/s1600/DSC_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491229662901573058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESN1WFcI/AAAAAAAABdU/dZ3EesBcDHc/s320/DSC_0648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Addison reading to Winn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTERsZ1c8I/AAAAAAAABdM/b3xBcFGus-c/s1600/DSC_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491229653927818178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTERsZ1c8I/AAAAAAAABdM/b3xBcFGus-c/s320/DSC_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy was able to come play with us for a few days while we were in Pawley's&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTC4nR0nPI/AAAAAAAABc8/1oQ4UGGTNZ4/s1600/DSC_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491228123543674098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTC4nR0nPI/AAAAAAAABc8/1oQ4UGGTNZ4/s320/DSC_0688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTC4Kn_hkI/AAAAAAAABc0/C3uZ7m2SaxE/s1600/DSC_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491228115852035650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTC4Kn_hkI/AAAAAAAABc0/C3uZ7m2SaxE/s320/DSC_0705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Johnston, SC to visit the entire Day family for the 4th. So much fun and food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTC3jiKX5I/AAAAAAAABcs/NME4HKSkwj0/s1600/CSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491228105358598034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTC3jiKX5I/AAAAAAAABcs/NME4HKSkwj0/s320/CSC_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure, but has anyone seen any fun around here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTBH5x3nkI/AAAAAAAABck/nYWAvVo23vY/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491226187184709186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTBH5x3nkI/AAAAAAAABck/nYWAvVo23vY/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smith and "Baby" were still best buddies, here they are re-kindling their sweet bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTBG0kHcII/AAAAAAAABcc/Gm9lCUqMU5I/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491226168604979330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTBG0kHcII/AAAAAAAABcc/Gm9lCUqMU5I/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you, Smith and Addison, and look forward to all the fun times ahead! Maybe next visit we won’t need to call 911 so many times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8249187659247408827?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8249187659247408827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8249187659247408827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8249187659247408827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8249187659247408827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-days-with-days.html' title='Summer days with The Days!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TDTESxXBvBI/AAAAAAAABdk/3SdJ0nh56WM/s72-c/DSC_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5921713116458353867</id><published>2010-07-01T09:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:09:58.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge For Yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am aware that my child is a boy, and boys are supposed to look like their daddy. I'm often reminded of how much Winn and Chap look alike, which I love, but I also &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; there's a little of me in him too...you be the judge :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYqtQ-Z4I/AAAAAAAABcE/Yqt6t2nzO74/s1600/baby+pic+revised.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488929905330513794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYqtQ-Z4I/AAAAAAAABcE/Yqt6t2nzO74/s320/baby+pic+revised.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYekzzq6I/AAAAAAAABb8/J4UafQtxPVs/s1600/DSC_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488929696902261666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYekzzq6I/AAAAAAAABb8/J4UafQtxPVs/s320/DSC_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYJqcVwLI/AAAAAAAABb0/dp0p77SIXu8/s1600/Chap+baby_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488929337637191858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYJqcVwLI/AAAAAAAABb0/dp0p77SIXu8/s320/Chap+baby_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"DOODOO" MODIFICATION PICTURE BELOW -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADDED AFTER ORIGINAL POST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(per Chap's request...see 'comments' for clarification)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489137898641352050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TC1V1gum5XI/AAAAAAAABcM/DxOjMbGGVUs/s320/Chap+baby_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyXxN1B_TI/AAAAAAAABbk/hdvkS-V60LM/s1600/baby+pic+revised.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5921713116458353867?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5921713116458353867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5921713116458353867' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5921713116458353867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5921713116458353867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/07/judge-for-yourself.html' title='Judge For Yourself...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCyYqtQ-Z4I/AAAAAAAABcE/Yqt6t2nzO74/s72-c/baby+pic+revised.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5640648801603836529</id><published>2010-06-25T22:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:21:04.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tardy 7 Month Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, I thought that once summer got here I’d be a better blogger. Not so much. Here it is…a little tardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing with Grover, 7 months - 17ish lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVtc2vmnXI/AAAAAAAABbU/vRUgDHZ6BdU/s1600/DSC_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486912063519759730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVtc2vmnXI/AAAAAAAABbU/vRUgDHZ6BdU/s320/DSC_0588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having a BLAST with this boy! Unfortunately, Chap is out of town a majority of our summer days, which means Winston has become my little “buddy” and to be honest I’ve enjoyed every second. We took a week long trip to see the Daybies in Pawley’s (more on that next…) and had such a good time! His little personality just continues to develop and watching him interact with other children is so exciting! I’m not sure about everyone else, but I think he’s a pretty funny dude. He makes me laugh every day. He’s so silly with his expressions. His new thing right now is taking in deep breaths of excitement and making a funny noise when he does it. Like he’s walking into a surprise party every few minutes, how great would that be?? He’s pretty happy-go-lucky with anyone that’s around. He was kind of going through a ‘mommy phase’, but that seems to have passed for the most part (knock on wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are you looking at, mom?? I'm kind of busy here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVtckfAA5I/AAAAAAAABbM/Z8vLKFP_E3s/s1600/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486912058618282898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVtckfAA5I/AAAAAAAABbM/Z8vLKFP_E3s/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhh, I LOVE my cousin Smith!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsHIk5S0I/AAAAAAAABa8/4nhTnaXHsr0/s1600/DSC_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486910590837934914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsHIk5S0I/AAAAAAAABa8/4nhTnaXHsr0/s320/DSC_0598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This boy sure does like a puppy dog. He needs to write sweet Alley a thank you card for letting him pull/poke at her all week while in Pawley's. Such a good dog!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsGi63qBI/AAAAAAAABa0/LeJE7gjA0TE/s1600/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486910580729554962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsGi63qBI/AAAAAAAABa0/LeJE7gjA0TE/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heeellllooooo ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsGQcVrpI/AAAAAAAABas/-uWdnnLZmYY/s1600/DSC_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486910575769661074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsGQcVrpI/AAAAAAAABas/-uWdnnLZmYY/s320/DSC_0640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figuring out his love for boats, and his Poppy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsF33JQII/AAAAAAAABak/MdMTbGgYdDg/s1600/DSC_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486910569171206274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVsF33JQII/AAAAAAAABak/MdMTbGgYdDg/s320/DSC_0730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Schedule&lt;/em&gt;: I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his schedule once school got out. I knew he was VERY ready for the 4 hour schedule, so this was an easy transition the first few days of summer. Current schedule (&lt;em&gt;more for my documentation than anything else&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00-9:00 Eat (bottle &amp;amp; solids)/Play&lt;br /&gt;9:00-11:00 Nap&lt;br /&gt;11:00-1:00 Eat/Play&lt;br /&gt;1:00-3:00 Nap&lt;br /&gt;3:00-5:30ish Play&lt;br /&gt;5:30-6:00ish Nap (we’re working on cutting this out).&lt;br /&gt;6:30-8:00 Eat (bottle &amp;amp; solids)/Play&lt;br /&gt;8:15 Bedtime!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Notice: (all you BabyWise peeps) NO ‘dream feed’. That’s right, I know I’m a little late, but while in Pawley’s I finally did away with the 10:00 p.m. sleepy feed, and couldn’t be happier about it! It’s true, he makes up the ounces throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I couldn’t be more thrilled to have summer vacation during this age. I love it. I get more addicted to this little boy every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New transitions the last few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Sitting like a big boy in the grocery cart (protected from germs, of course)&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting like a big boy in high chairs at restaurants&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting like a big boy in the bath tub…however, his determination to get the drain in his mouth is a little unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;- Has figured our he's a little boy, and enjoys re-visiting this concept every diaper change.&lt;br /&gt;- 7 teeth, working on #8&lt;br /&gt;- 4 hour car ride – solo with mommy…yes, I’m proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5640648801603836529?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5640648801603836529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5640648801603836529' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5640648801603836529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5640648801603836529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-i-know-i-thought-that-once.html' title='A Tardy 7 Month Update...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TCVtc2vmnXI/AAAAAAAABbU/vRUgDHZ6BdU/s72-c/DSC_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6833181037034122053</id><published>2010-06-01T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:03:23.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya-Ba-Da-Ba-Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winn's first time with ice-cream/sherbert.  Dad had the Flinstone Push-Up pops...you know the yummy ones!!  Too funny to not share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there dad, whatcha got?  I can get some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNiKXRHKI/AAAAAAAABaU/yOzlguLGP9k/s1600/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477799402314734754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNiKXRHKI/AAAAAAAABaU/yOzlguLGP9k/s320/DSC_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me just get this situated in my mouth a little bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNh8eO_6I/AAAAAAAABaM/vQFzMzM8NJo/s1600/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477799398585860002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNh8eO_6I/AAAAAAAABaM/vQFzMzM8NJo/s320/DSC_0433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh heck, that is cold on my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNhkPpTgI/AAAAAAAABaE/HhxvdEwafaM/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477799392082218498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNhkPpTgI/AAAAAAAABaE/HhxvdEwafaM/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to try to eat through this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNhFVZi7I/AAAAAAAABZ8/gGgGxpXfRyc/s1600/DSC_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477799383784852402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNhFVZi7I/AAAAAAAABZ8/gGgGxpXfRyc/s320/DSC_0441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here comes the brain freeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNDDC8JRI/AAAAAAAABZ0/18SM605KVE8/s1600/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477798867774481682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNDDC8JRI/AAAAAAAABZ0/18SM605KVE8/s320/DSC_0439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, ok...I think I'm getting the hang of this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNCnuJ0wI/AAAAAAAABZs/6VcICXLa9rQ/s1600/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477798860439540482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNCnuJ0wI/AAAAAAAABZs/6VcICXLa9rQ/s320/DSC_0442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...could I BE any stickier??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNCfJm9NI/AAAAAAAABZk/umJLqcKkB2A/s1600/DSC_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477798858138776786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNCfJm9NI/AAAAAAAABZk/umJLqcKkB2A/s320/DSC_0446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was terrific Dad, thanks for the tastey treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNByCHRPI/AAAAAAAABZc/HtgBMi6vxog/s1600/DSC_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477798846027744498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNByCHRPI/AAAAAAAABZc/HtgBMi6vxog/s320/DSC_0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few sidenotes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)  Chap didn't want me to take pictures of this b/c we had the generic brand of Flinstone Pops.  I re-assured him that times are tough, people will understand :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)  Chap is REPULSED by sticky situations so this was almost nightmarish for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few additional notes from the past two weeks (more so for my documenting purposes than anything).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We have a sitter!  He staretd a few weeks ago and seems to really enjoy sitting and playing with toys around him.  Don't get me wrong, he'll still take the occassional face plant...but we're working through it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  He LOVES his walker!  That's right, please don't call DSS or our pediatrician, but we let him try the walker and he is a HUGE fan!  Zooms all around the house and loves to chase us around.  So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He can give high fives with prompting, I think he's impressed with himself on this one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Loves to PAT everything...new textures, surfaces, faces, his belly...you name it, he's patting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  At bed time we've started a parade-like routine where I carry him around the house and Chap follows us dancing to the tune of 'Adam's Family'.  He thinks this is hilarious!  He laughs and squeals the whole way to bed.  It's my new favorite time of day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6833181037034122053?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6833181037034122053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6833181037034122053' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6833181037034122053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6833181037034122053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-ba-da-ba-doo.html' title='Ya-Ba-Da-Ba-Doo'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/TAUNiKXRHKI/AAAAAAAABaU/yOzlguLGP9k/s72-c/DSC_0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6424951393129917797</id><published>2010-05-14T09:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:55:53.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Six Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really?? Six months already? I can’t believe how fast it goes! Why didn’t time fly like this when I was pregnant? I wish we could just pause this age though…at least for another six months, because right now is my favorite! His sweet personality is addictive!! He is such good baby that loves to laugh and smile and steal my heart every second. His most favorite thing to do right now is dance. That boy can shake it! Anytime music is on, someone is singing, or he sees someone else dancing, that boy will drop it like it’s hot. When he’s not dancing, he’s busy watching your feet…it’s like he’s making a mental note of everything people do so that once he can walk on his own, he can finally start his ‘to do’ list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing with Grover: 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1WK2hLP6I/AAAAAAAABYY/egeAarLoZj8/s1600/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123866758365090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1WK2hLP6I/AAAAAAAABYY/egeAarLoZj8/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some fun new things I’ve learned recently from being Winn’s mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can make up a song about anything…poop, pee, gas, bottles, feet, carseats…you name it, I sing about it. I totally did NOT expect this from myself. I am rarely one that sings aloud for two reasons 1.) my voice is not pleasant and 2.) most of the time I don’t know the words. Winn doesn’t seem to mind much though, he’ll groove to just about anything. Right now he especially likes the song I created called, “Scrum-didily-umptious”. It’s a little number I made up about desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Males develop the ‘dramatic sick’ WAY earlier than I realized. Recently, Winn was sick with a virus. I know it wasn’t fun, I ended up getting it two days after he did, however, that boy milked it for every single penny he could. He was pit-i-ful! His favorite milking strategy is the fake cough. Granted, sometimes they are real hacky coughs, but you know it’s fake when he stops right in the middle and looks up at you smiling to see if you’re giving him the attention he’s looking for. M-A-L-E!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once babies can roll around, it’s a safe/sanitary idea to move the dirty diapers FAR away from them while changing. Yes, two times now we’ve come uncomfortably close to poop-in-mouth scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, we had a little celebration to honor the 6 month milestone! Of course, I wouldn’t be a Gourley/Rollings if I didn’t a zillion pictures. Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the plane rocker daddy got him. We miss you daddy-man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1VjAN8A1I/AAAAAAAABYQ/8KbvFRmKkXM/s1600/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123182167262034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1VjAN8A1I/AAAAAAAABYQ/8KbvFRmKkXM/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will eat that little boy up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1Vi14E8bI/AAAAAAAABYI/CFiImmFLcD8/s1600/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123179391218098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1Vi14E8bI/AAAAAAAABYI/CFiImmFLcD8/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His celebration desert - yummy banana-vanilla pudding...yummm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1ViZ2MabI/AAAAAAAABYA/pXRnLN2lANQ/s1600/DSC_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123171867126194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1ViZ2MabI/AAAAAAAABYA/pXRnLN2lANQ/s320/DSC_0302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading his birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1ViNdm2qI/AAAAAAAABX4/47AnL-APY7Y/s1600/DSC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123168542775970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1ViNdm2qI/AAAAAAAABX4/47AnL-APY7Y/s320/DSC_0317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying his new sun hat and beach gear...look out Smith and Addison, we're coming to visit you SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1Vhq-VzjI/AAAAAAAABXw/J3qf1l3nuP0/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123159284829746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1Vhq-VzjI/AAAAAAAABXw/J3qf1l3nuP0/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still feel like I'm living in someone else's mommy world. I don't know how I got so lucky to be this little boy's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Winn, you are the sweetest, most precious thing in my world. You fill me with joy every time I see you! I love your contagious grin, your silly giggle, your awesome dance moves, and how excited you get when I pick you up! You steal my heart when you squeeze my neck with your little arms and burry your face in my shoulder. I love you more every day and am so grateful that I get to take care of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6424951393129917797?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6424951393129917797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6424951393129917797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6424951393129917797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6424951393129917797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-six-months.html' title='Sweet Six Months!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-1WK2hLP6I/AAAAAAAABYY/egeAarLoZj8/s72-c/DSC_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7438199305497830757</id><published>2010-05-08T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:07:25.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day, Regardless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, not how I imagined I’d spend my first Mother’s Day…but who says being a mom is &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;?? We were supposed to be in Columbia with our BF’s this weekend celebrating with each other and our sweet babes.  Instead, we’ve all seemed to catch this yucky virus that Winn developed last Wednesday…and still can’t seem to shake.  My poor buddy has been doing breathing treatments and medicine for four days now and still doesn't seem to improve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this isn’t the ideal situation, I can’t be any more grateful for being a mother than I am today.  Having a child to take care of, love unconditionally, and share so much joy with has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl.  I can’t say it enough; I am in LOVE with being a mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Chap and Winston, for making me the luckiest mommy in the world.  I love you both more than words can say…and I sure do hope we all feel better soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These goobers make me laugh every day, SILLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-VelXEXoUI/AAAAAAAABXo/PGOW8y_In7g/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468881318451847490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-VelXEXoUI/AAAAAAAABXo/PGOW8y_In7g/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he's not sick, this is his new face.  Love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-Vek_OLIpI/AAAAAAAABXg/15xFR-xMA2s/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468881312050520722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-Vek_OLIpI/AAAAAAAABXg/15xFR-xMA2s/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother’s Day to all of the wonderful moms in the world, including Roxanne and Marilyn.  I love you so much and am grateful for the example and love you provide for me and my family!!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7438199305497830757?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7438199305497830757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7438199305497830757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7438199305497830757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7438199305497830757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-regardless.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day, Regardless...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S-VelXEXoUI/AAAAAAAABXo/PGOW8y_In7g/s72-c/DSC_0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5551943854479403254</id><published>2010-04-10T17:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:20:04.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Spring Break, how you have changed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once were the days of frolicking at the beach, or vacationing in Cancun. Waking up in time to watch ‘Regis and Kelly’ is no longer feasible during Spring Break. My oh my, how things change when you become a parent. Do I miss the old break? Sure, who wouldn’t enjoy a good lazy day at the beach?? But I sure am in love with the fact that I get to spend every single second of all my breaks now with my little boy, and THAT I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started Spring Break off in Greenville to celebrate Gramps’ 60th (holy cow!) birthday. I can't believe my Dad is 60 years old. I think he's the youngest old man I've ever seen in my life! Happy Birthday Gramps!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3egtYv1I/AAAAAAAABXI/l1BlBdXs-JE/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458634851921477458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3egtYv1I/AAAAAAAABXI/l1BlBdXs-JE/s320/DSC_0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, the Easter bunny came to visit our little boy. Isn’t it funny how the bunny forgets to visit the adults once a baby is born?? Winn got THREE Easter baskets, while mom and dad got ZERO! As it should be I suppose. I just hope Easter Bunny doesn't go tellin' Santa Claus about this new situation...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3eRFOm_I/AAAAAAAABXA/CXI5ZKUFpVY/s1600/DSC_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458634847726509042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3eRFOm_I/AAAAAAAABXA/CXI5ZKUFpVY/s320/DSC_1013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that's Winn in the middle of the dining room table. When he's awake, he is the 'centerpiece' for the table. Cutest centerpiece I've ever seen, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3d0R0OgI/AAAAAAAABW4/o3stGh2SaKA/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458634839994677762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3d0R0OgI/AAAAAAAABW4/o3stGh2SaKA/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with his laughing Lion that Gramps got us for Easter. This thing cracks us up! He rolls around on the ground laughing hysterically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3dg6z1DI/AAAAAAAABWw/HNv7IPo6KEk/s1600/DSC_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458634834797909042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3dg6z1DI/AAAAAAAABWw/HNv7IPo6KEk/s320/DSC_1020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winn and I stayed a few extra days with Gramps and Gigi while daddy went out of town. We had lots of fun taking several walks, playing with our toys, and eating something other than formula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D11VPEcLI/AAAAAAAABWo/hLTB8k_cvuA/s1600/DSC_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458633044955263154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D11VPEcLI/AAAAAAAABWo/hLTB8k_cvuA/s320/DSC_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He LOVED the bubble gun his Cookie got for him. He did get a little upset, however, when I wouldn't let him EAT the bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D11A_cRgI/AAAAAAAABWg/3E6ztpzigUM/s1600/DSC_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458633039521007106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D11A_cRgI/AAAAAAAABWg/3E6ztpzigUM/s320/DSC_1052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This child has some very strong legs. He would stand up all day long if you let him (which Gramps does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D10pTx9mI/AAAAAAAABWY/pCCLfrvkMWM/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458633033163863650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D10pTx9mI/AAAAAAAABWY/pCCLfrvkMWM/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D10OuKoLI/AAAAAAAABWQ/CF1tbm37vDs/s1600/DSC_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458633026026774706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D10OuKoLI/AAAAAAAABWQ/CF1tbm37vDs/s320/DSC_0929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to have these breaks to spend with my little boy. They have never meant more to me than they do now. I’m sure this week I’ll go through a little ‘Winn Withdraw’, but it sure was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D1z8y_yAI/AAAAAAAABWI/AGiNEgasNFc/s1600/DSC_1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458633021215197186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D1z8y_yAI/AAAAAAAABWI/AGiNEgasNFc/s320/DSC_1050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Little Winn, I can’t wait for our next break together. You make every second of my life better, I’m not sure you will ever understand how much I love you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; accomplishments this week…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~Sleeping without a swaddle/straight jacket (as Gramps calls it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~First TOOTH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Scooting on tummy to get to something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Drinking out of a sippy cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Falling in love with apple sauce (mixed with oatmeal and formula).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~LOVING and laughing hysterically when you sing (and dance) to “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”. His favorite part being the 'doo, doo, doo, doo, doo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Able to go from sit to stand position while holding onto your thumbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Turning the pages of his board books while reading them, and mommy is loving that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5551943854479403254?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5551943854479403254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5551943854479403254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5551943854479403254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5551943854479403254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-spring-break-how-you-have-changed.html' title='Oh Spring Break, how you have changed...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S8D3egtYv1I/AAAAAAAABXI/l1BlBdXs-JE/s72-c/DSC_0980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6863752969217952394</id><published>2010-04-08T21:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:32:12.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Chap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for making me your wife four years ago. Thank you for making me laugh every single day. Thank you for making my dreams of being a mommy come true! Thank you for working so hard for our family. Thank you for always loving me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457944125157044002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S76DQ6_qbyI/AAAAAAAABVI/REWCFa6bx6A/s320/h+and+chap.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S76BoLYIBXI/AAAAAAAABVA/THGaNYJB4IA/s1600/l_688aff45031f025d8fa0ed82a61ac0bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Anniversary!! I love the life we are making together and can't wait to see what the next four years bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S76Bn2v8PjI/AAAAAAAABU4/BkTMqBPKoNY/s1600/DSC_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457942320131096114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S76Bn2v8PjI/AAAAAAAABU4/BkTMqBPKoNY/s320/DSC_0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6863752969217952394?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6863752969217952394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6863752969217952394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6863752969217952394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6863752969217952394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You Chap!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S76DQ6_qbyI/AAAAAAAABVI/REWCFa6bx6A/s72-c/h+and+chap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5578428992992186027</id><published>2010-03-16T08:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:04:40.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months and Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise I will start blogging more and not just these monthly updates. Things are very busy around the Rollings’ household these days!! I can smell Spring Break right around the corner though so don’t give up on us just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can NOT believe our little man is already 4 months old!! He’s accomplished some fun new things this month. He’s officially a Rolly Polly, rolling from both his belly to back and back to belly (though I think the belly to back roll is only done so he can get out of tummy time). He enjoys standing on his legs (even though the doctoe says that's a 'no no'.) He’s also cooing, babbling, and laughing a lot more now and mommy LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s also started going to his new babysitter, Julie, who we absolutely adore!! Yes, we were spoiled for the first month I was back at work having the grandmothers and Krissee come take care of us…but we are LOVING Mrs. Julie too!! Winn actually loves her so much that he hasn’t shown her his ‘stinky side’ yet…yes, that’s right, my child has saved all of his poopy diapers for yours truly to take care of for the last two weeks. Thanks honey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap’s job is now requiring him to be out of town most every week through July, which leaves me a very busy single mommy taking care of my boy, teaching, and still going to grad. school. While we are VERY fortunate to have a job, and the work, we sure do miss that daddy man when he’s out of town!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing with Grover: 4 Months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 lbs, 26 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The rat wouldn't put his legs down so I could get his length)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594s2M0vOI/AAAAAAAABUo/IzKJwGeo8qM/s1600-h/DSC_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449206786000469218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594s2M0vOI/AAAAAAAABUo/IzKJwGeo8qM/s320/DSC_0705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594iy5MAMI/AAAAAAAABUg/9DO16i8jQBE/s1600-h/DSC_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a sweet little boy!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594iJyZYBI/AAAAAAAABUY/IUMnyTo4YGM/s1600-h/DSC_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449206602279772178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594iJyZYBI/AAAAAAAABUY/IUMnyTo4YGM/s320/DSC_0694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves playing 'tic toc'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594hkKYizI/AAAAAAAABUQ/jETGODJB_uA/s1600-h/DSC_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449206592179833650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594hkKYizI/AAAAAAAABUQ/jETGODJB_uA/s320/DSC_0673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he sure does love his Gramps! I think my dad's excitement used to scare him, but now he can't seem to get enough of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594g-h7oiI/AAAAAAAABUI/zrWkDL7L7YI/s1600-h/DSC_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449206582078054946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594g-h7oiI/AAAAAAAABUI/zrWkDL7L7YI/s320/DSC_0670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only concern I have about my child right now is his eating habits. For some reason he likes to go on these diets, refusing to eat most of his bottle at times. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about, but after having a sick baby I think I'm a little more paranoid than the average Joe. It concerns me because our doctor says we’re supposed to be at SIX ounces, and I can hardly get him to take FIVE!! Ahhhh!! Any suggestions or advice in that area is MUCH appreciated!! Unfortuneatley, I can’t bribe him with desert yet because the good doctor says that until we’re up to 32 ounces a day, we can’t start solids. Poor baby, I know he’s gotta be sick of that dang formula!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not be eating as much as he should, but he sure doesn't look it! Check out those cheecks! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594gTd-DkI/AAAAAAAABUA/pGK8ZJD47e8/s1600-h/DSC_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449206570518711874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594gTd-DkI/AAAAAAAABUA/pGK8ZJD47e8/s320/DSC_0667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides that feeding part, I’m enjoying each month more and more. I love watching his little personality develop; he is such a sweet baby and steals my heart every single day. He literally wakes up smiling and goes to sleep the same way. I still can’t believe he’s mine??!! I don’t think I could be more in love with anything else if I tried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5578428992992186027?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5578428992992186027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5578428992992186027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5578428992992186027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5578428992992186027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-months-and-updates.html' title='4 Months and Updates!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S594s2M0vOI/AAAAAAAABUo/IzKJwGeo8qM/s72-c/DSC_0705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5836731590824929382</id><published>2010-02-17T20:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:52:47.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing with Grover:  3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month has FLOWN by! Teaching, working on my masters, and being a mommy sure does make you appreciate the weekends!! In some ways I look back on the last three months and feel like it's been at least a couple years, then other times I look back and I feel like our little man was just born yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhmciLmaI/AAAAAAAABT4/W9VjGP3-OXw/s1600-h/grover+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439400131823376802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhmciLmaI/AAAAAAAABT4/W9VjGP3-OXw/s320/grover+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhfhTy8wI/AAAAAAAABTw/YxeZHCXclEs/s1600-h/100_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439400012846134018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhfhTy8wI/AAAAAAAABTw/YxeZHCXclEs/s320/100_4258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhEbg-lfI/AAAAAAAABTo/Romzxsvzdio/s1600-h/DSC_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439399547434341874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhEbg-lfI/AAAAAAAABTo/Romzxsvzdio/s320/DSC_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much he's grown...looking at these pictures is pretty amazing. He is gettng VERY curious and there's nothing more I love than watching him learn new things. He's fascinated with his hands right now, sometimes I think he might swallow his entire fist...kind of scary at times. He loves &lt;em&gt;music, singing, stretching, snapping, rap songs we make up about him, watching his Daddy bounce the blue ball, the fan, having his diaper changed, and the television&lt;/em&gt; (though I work REALLY hard on not letting this last one happen). He's becomming quite the chatter box too...nothing sweeter than his precious baby words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm a little bias, but I honestly believe he's one of the happiest babies I've ever seen. He smiles ALL the time...and man, can he flirt already?? He'll give a grin and cut his eyes at the same time that just makes my heart MELT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3ygPpNlPoI/AAAAAAAABTg/d7BS42VUpl0/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439398640578018946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3ygPpNlPoI/AAAAAAAABTg/d7BS42VUpl0/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yf4PWGStI/AAAAAAAABTQ/hq0t8V5NPCY/s1600-h/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439398238497426130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yf4PWGStI/AAAAAAAABTQ/hq0t8V5NPCY/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say he gives me ALL the smiles, but he really is good about sharing. Daddy gets TONS, Cookie &amp;amp; Gigi get a lot, and so does Aunt Krissee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's doing really well with his schedule and is sleeping through the night like the angel I prayed for :) He goes to bed at 8:00 p.m., I wake him for his last feeding around 10:00 p.m., then he sleeps till I get him up at 6:30 a.m. It's amazing what a healthy baby can accomplish! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love, love, love&lt;/em&gt; being Winn's mommy! I know I'm so lucky to have him in my life, and I thank God for him every single day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5836731590824929382?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5836731590824929382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5836731590824929382' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5836731590824929382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5836731590824929382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/02/growing-with-grover-3-months.html' title='Growing with Grover:  3 months'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3yhmciLmaI/AAAAAAAABT4/W9VjGP3-OXw/s72-c/grover+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5453074133640154351</id><published>2010-02-09T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:59:00.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Aunt Krissee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words can begin to express the gratitude I have for my amazing sister/friend Krissee!  My first week back to school, she came from Pawley’s Island to take care of Winn for me and did an AMAZING job of taking care of all of us!!  Though it was a tough week for me, it made things sooooo much easier knowing he was home with Aunt Krisseee, Smith, and Addison having a fantastic time with people that loved him almost as much as I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few fun memories from their visit...I could watch these two all day long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3FkmpqkCTI/AAAAAAAABTI/T1uCgrQJBkc/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436236840395082034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3FkmpqkCTI/AAAAAAAABTI/T1uCgrQJBkc/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keyboards are WAY more fun when you dance on the keys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3FkmItGbsI/AAAAAAAABTA/qL3XCXrhcmg/s1600-h/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436236831547354818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3FkmItGbsI/AAAAAAAABTA/qL3XCXrhcmg/s320/DSC_0386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winn ADORED Smith.  Anytime they'd walk by him he'd flash a BIG smile!  Smith and Addison were soooo sweet to him.  They are going to make excellent big cousins! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3Fklw8Mt4I/AAAAAAAABS4/AghHQZK7Bo8/s1600-h/winn+and+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436236825168230274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3Fklw8Mt4I/AAAAAAAABS4/AghHQZK7Bo8/s320/winn+and+smith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Krissee for giving us a week of your time, love, and effort!  I know it was VERY difficult keeping up with all three babies…not to mention having dinner ready for us every night!  You’re my hero and I truly look up to you in so many ways!!  I’m not sure how I’ll EVER re-pay you, but for not please accept this HUGE thank you from me, Chap, and Winn!!  We love and miss you bunches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5453074133640154351?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5453074133640154351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5453074133640154351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5453074133640154351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5453074133640154351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-aunt-krissee.html' title='Thank You Aunt Krissee!!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S3FkmpqkCTI/AAAAAAAABTI/T1uCgrQJBkc/s72-c/DSC_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8131310178490689668</id><published>2010-01-29T09:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:43:24.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy cow, I can’t believe this is my last week home with my little guy! When I look back on the past 11 ½ weeks I’ve spent as a new mom I smile on the inside. It’s been a hell of a ride, but one that I will cherish forever! Even though there were many moments of tears and frustration, I am thankful for every day, every moment, and everything that I’ve learned about myself and my son. And while I’m really looking forward to seeing my sweet little class and wonderful teacher friends, a small part of me is heartbroken for how much I will miss my little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winn sent me flowers this week, thanks buddy! (and thanks to that daddy, I'm thinking he had something to do with it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvwclEtmI/AAAAAAAABSw/cfIj7M4vZSc/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432167716146689634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvwclEtmI/AAAAAAAABSw/cfIj7M4vZSc/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This totally melted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvwAjO6uI/AAAAAAAABSo/HMRpCWOYQfg/s1600-h/DSC_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432167708622777058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvwAjO6uI/AAAAAAAABSo/HMRpCWOYQfg/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea, don't let him fool you...feedings don't always go this smooth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2Lvv86PwmI/AAAAAAAABSg/jP1iPp2vkMU/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432167707645559394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2Lvv86PwmI/AAAAAAAABSg/jP1iPp2vkMU/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is basically all we do these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvvqDpV8I/AAAAAAAABSY/U8__QOo3z8c/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432167702584711106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvvqDpV8I/AAAAAAAABSY/U8__QOo3z8c/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's going to be tough on Monday, but it does make it easier knowing he'll be in good hands!! (We can't wait to see you Aunt Krissee!!) I'm totally smitten with this little boy and enjoy every second I get to spend with him!! So the countdown begins...61 days till Spring Break!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8131310178490689668?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8131310178490689668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8131310178490689668' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8131310178490689668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8131310178490689668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S2LvwclEtmI/AAAAAAAABSw/cfIj7M4vZSc/s72-c/DSC_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-1670654049428515409</id><published>2010-01-14T12:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:31:39.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrific at Two Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just returned home from our 2 month check- up and couldn’t be happier! Finally, a good report from the doctor man. Winn has gained almost two pounds since his surgery, and is almost back to his fighting weight coming in at &lt;strong&gt;11 lbs 6 oz &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; 23 1/2 inches tall&lt;/strong&gt; (80th percentile in height!) While we did have to endure the yucky 2 month shots, they were surprisingly easy breezy compared to everything else the poor guy has been through! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing with Grover : &lt;strong&gt;1 month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426660494548917650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09e99Y73ZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/p3EapoCIB8I/s320/grover+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Growing with Grover: &lt;strong&gt;2 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09Yw9AqVQI/AAAAAAAABSI/kaultnidSQY/s1600-h/100_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426653674039039234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09Yw9AqVQI/AAAAAAAABSI/kaultnidSQY/s320/100_4258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our little boy is sooo much happier now that his tummy is fixed. He’s eating, smiling, and cooing the way those normal babies do in commercials and magazines! :) We’re working our way to getting on a schedule, but it’s going to take some time still. His stomach is similar to a newborn’s, needs to be stretched slowly to fit food in it…so we’re still on a 2 ½ -3 hour schedule day and night. Let’s just say mama is READY for a good night’s sleep!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost burst everytime he smiles. I love him so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09YwudktnI/AAAAAAAABSA/9cLty6I58Bk/s1600-h/play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426653670133773938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09YwudktnI/AAAAAAAABSA/9cLty6I58Bk/s320/play.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He sure does enjoy his moo cow, he'll laugh at this thing all day. It cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09YwZraOsI/AAAAAAAABR4/fI9pD3QdSXU/s1600-h/100_4239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426653664554662594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09YwZraOsI/AAAAAAAABR4/fI9pD3QdSXU/s320/100_4239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping is MUCH easier now that my tummy isn't broken :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09YvwRRi6I/AAAAAAAABRw/Vre8Yu_tPVQ/s1600-h/100_4264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426653653439187874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09YvwRRi6I/AAAAAAAABRw/Vre8Yu_tPVQ/s320/100_4264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are grateful that our boy is finally on a healthy track. Thank you so much for all the prayers and support that's been offered for this little man through his journey. It's given us strength and peace that we are very grateful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-1670654049428515409?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1670654049428515409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=1670654049428515409' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/1670654049428515409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/1670654049428515409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/01/terrific-at-two-months.html' title='Terrific at Two Months!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S09e99Y73ZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/p3EapoCIB8I/s72-c/grover+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5928067260417923543</id><published>2010-01-04T16:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:38:48.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Quit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please disregard the last post…momma obviously didn’t know what a ‘mess’ was till this week! My goodness, parenthood is really keeping us on our toes with this little guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Winn started throwing up a few times a day. I called the doctor who told me it was probably from the mucus and RSV. So…it went on for a few more days, getting progressively worst, while the RSV was improving. Finally, after 3 days in a row of my child projectile vomiting after EVERY feeding, we figured it was time to call the doctor again…which happened to be on New Year’s Eve. He told us it was time to take him to the hospital. So, away we went…to spend another holiday in the ER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours, one ultra sound, and a projectile vomit in the good doctor’s face…it was determined that our little boy had Pyloric Stenosis. This is a condition that little boys can be born with (unexplained) that causes a valve below the stomach to grow too fast and quit working, not allowing food to pass through, therefore creating projectile vomit. While it was quite disturbing to me that my 7 week old child would need surgery to open this valve, I was also very relieved to know that there was a solution to so many of the problems we’ve watched our little guy struggle with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was before...throwing up on average 16 times a day. He would wake himself up from vomitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc3hH_0eI/AAAAAAAABRg/KsXLB6Dk7yk/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422999010161971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc3hH_0eI/AAAAAAAABRg/KsXLB6Dk7yk/s320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!! This was the first hour we were at the hospital, on our way to figure out what the heck was wrong with our little guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc3Bwax8I/AAAAAAAABRY/Zn83e6lHJJA/s1600-h/midnight!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422999001741576130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc3Bwax8I/AAAAAAAABRY/Zn83e6lHJJA/s320/midnight!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so weak after not having nutrients for several days, he slept most of the time...except when he got his first IV :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc282Y5TI/AAAAAAAABRQ/E5rxaWsYQdw/s1600-h/100_4198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422999000424441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc282Y5TI/AAAAAAAABRQ/E5rxaWsYQdw/s320/100_4198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surgery, notice the IV in his poor little head. They had to ask me to leave the room when they put this in...momma got a little red on the nurses after they stuck both hands, and feet, trying to find a good vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcDsdCSyI/AAAAAAAABRI/9-c8NszN9Pw/s1600-h/poor+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422998119849806626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcDsdCSyI/AAAAAAAABRI/9-c8NszN9Pw/s320/poor+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Gramps after surgery. Thank you dad for ALL of your help and support! Your positive attitude helped us through a VERY difficult night, and I love you for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcDb46pYI/AAAAAAAABRA/AJKX_sT7UyI/s1600-h/gramps+and+winn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422998115403343234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcDb46pYI/AAAAAAAABRA/AJKX_sT7UyI/s320/gramps+and+winn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' with Cookie watching the Carolina game. Thank you, Marilyn, for ALL you do! You are always the first one to offer your love and time and we appreciate it more than you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcDDFMCvI/AAAAAAAABQ4/0ZOUuQ9_pjw/s1600-h/with+cookie+watching+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422998108743928562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcDDFMCvI/AAAAAAAABQ4/0ZOUuQ9_pjw/s320/with+cookie+watching+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on this week and can’t really believe all that we’ve experienced. It’s amazing the things your body and emotions can endure when it comes to your child. I’m so lucky to have a strong husband to go through this with. I feel like it’s made us stronger parents and a stronger TEAM. I pray every night for parents and families that have a sick child. We are extremely lucky that our little boy could be treated and healed so quickly. I understand this, and am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my little boy…I don’t have words that can describe how much I admire his strength. He’s definitely a fighter with such a sweet spirit that reminds me of what’s important in life. Even when he was at his worst, he would look up at me after throwing up and smile…as if to say, “Mommy, I’m cool…stop worrying!” So many times I would look at him and be reminded of a quote by Winston Churchill that hangs in his room, “Never, never, never quit.” I think my boy is already learning this lesson, and reminding me of it every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcCqZf0DI/AAAAAAAABQw/SC0jwaKyOA4/s1600-h/i+will+survive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422998102118223922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0JcCqZf0DI/AAAAAAAABQw/SC0jwaKyOA4/s320/i+will+survive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5928067260417923543?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5928067260417923543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5928067260417923543' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5928067260417923543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5928067260417923543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-quit.html' title='Never Quit!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/S0Jc3hH_0eI/AAAAAAAABRg/KsXLB6Dk7yk/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8644880905379361776</id><published>2009-12-29T15:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:54:24.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Little Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our little family is pitiful!! It started Christmas Eve when we noticed little Winn’s cough…didn’t sound so hot. Christmas morning we woke up and it had fully developed into a rhythmic, horrible, hack that was choking him. So…off to the emergency room we went. After some blood work, x-rays, and nasal swabs we found out that he has RSV. THANKFULLY we were able to take him home though and enjoy the rest of the Christmas day with the family, considering my grandmother, Winn’s GREAT Grandmother, traveled from Arkansas to meet her first grandchild!! It was a very special time that we will treasure forever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was actually before my poor boy was sick, the previous weekend celebrating Christmas with the Rollings. Aunt Keesha had him going, I loved it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpnG1AkSHI/AAAAAAAABQo/Xo3br3oGcoE/s1600-h/100_4162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420758468500146290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpnG1AkSHI/AAAAAAAABQo/Xo3br3oGcoE/s320/100_4162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little outfit was Chap's first Christmas outfit when he was born. How sweet that Marilyn saved it??! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpnGnZZVEI/AAAAAAAABQg/UHQJr0eASEg/s1600-h/100_4140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420758464846189634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpnGnZZVEI/AAAAAAAABQg/UHQJr0eASEg/s320/100_4140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though he's sick, he's still pretty darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmgmEfW3I/AAAAAAAABQY/MD5FUIIckhk/s1600-h/100_4179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757811655039858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmgmEfW3I/AAAAAAAABQY/MD5FUIIckhk/s320/100_4179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meeting his great grandmother for the first time, I'll cherish it always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmgaztgwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/L9SXBufFpVE/s1600-h/100_4180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757808631874306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmgaztgwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/L9SXBufFpVE/s320/100_4180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing the Wii with Gramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmgNXWl1I/AAAAAAAABQI/0D4U26b5OvA/s1600-h/100_4181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757805023270738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmgNXWl1I/AAAAAAAABQI/0D4U26b5OvA/s320/100_4181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing breathing treatments with Gramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Szpmf-KW05I/AAAAAAAABQA/nLtQeyFZvyg/s1600-h/100_4182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757800942228370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Szpmf-KW05I/AAAAAAAABQA/nLtQeyFZvyg/s320/100_4182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four generations of Gourley's &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmfU5kpyI/AAAAAAAABP4/IGONYRCY_as/s1600-h/100_4184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757789865977634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpmfU5kpyI/AAAAAAAABP4/IGONYRCY_as/s320/100_4184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winn seems to be doing better. He’s been to the doctor twice since his ER visit. They are confident that his RSV is on the mend, however, our biggest concern now is that he can’t seem to keep his food down. The mucus buildup (sorry if you were eating…) is gagging him, creating LOTS of projectile parties throughout the day. On top of that, his mommy has strep throat…making it difficult to take care of him the way I need to. Luckily, dad is home this week from work and working hard to keep up with us both! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very grateful to have our little Christmas miracle with us this year for the holidays. While having a sick child in the ER isn’t the ideal way to spend the day, it sure was amazing having him here to celebrate with. He makes everything bigger and better than before and we couldn’t be more grateful to have him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8644880905379361776?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8644880905379361776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8644880905379361776' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8644880905379361776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8644880905379361776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-little-mess.html' title='A Merry Little Mess'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SzpnG1AkSHI/AAAAAAAABQo/Xo3br3oGcoE/s72-c/100_4162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8916698832039246596</id><published>2009-12-10T17:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:19:43.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I can’t believe our little boy has been here for a month already??? My heart has grown so much in just 4 weeks, I can’t imagine how it could get any bigger. It’s been so much fun, and such a learning experience at the same time. Some things I’ve learned this month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1.  Changing diapers in the dark = bad idea &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.  When your child is making gurgling noises, getting as close as you can to investigate only leads to projectile vomit in the face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3.  The makers of Lasinoh cream are my heroes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4.  Wal-Mart trips with a newborn is like being on ‘&lt;em&gt;The Amazing Race’&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Winn,&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy that you are in our lives. You are such an amazing little boy that is loved more than you could ever imagine! Thank you for this month of happiness, laughs, and love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3JWcbK4I/AAAAAAAABPY/GYgDDAPJ5_4/s1600-h/sleeping+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413739229603376002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3JWcbK4I/AAAAAAAABPY/GYgDDAPJ5_4/s320/sleeping+angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the 'ooh la la' face, one of our favorites. When this face appears, the french accent is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3JC8qEdI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ly0ZszolfZ0/s1600-h/ooh+la+la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413739224369861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3JC8qEdI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ly0ZszolfZ0/s320/ooh+la+la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love our happy boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3IntojmI/AAAAAAAABPI/Kd9PpKZTdC8/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413739217059090018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3IntojmI/AAAAAAAABPI/Kd9PpKZTdC8/s320/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves his Cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3IQoetbI/AAAAAAAABPA/p_-FdbngGTg/s1600-h/ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413739210863457714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3IQoetbI/AAAAAAAABPA/p_-FdbngGTg/s320/ha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Growing with Grover: 1 month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3IDzFC2I/AAAAAAAABO4/MdvNDW53epk/s1600-h/grover+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413739207418252130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3IDzFC2I/AAAAAAAABO4/MdvNDW53epk/s320/grover+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8916698832039246596?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8916698832039246596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8916698832039246596' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8916698832039246596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8916698832039246596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-month-already.html' title='One Month Already?!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SyF3JWcbK4I/AAAAAAAABPY/GYgDDAPJ5_4/s72-c/sleeping+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4460795678959796776</id><published>2009-11-17T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:33:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart has totally been captured by this little boy.  I look at him and still can’t believe he’s mine??!!  How did I get so lucky to be Winn’s mommy?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winston Bruce Rollings was born November 12, 2009 at 7:47 a.m. (like the airplane!)  He weighed 6 lbs. 12 oz.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We came home from the hospital on Sunday and are sooo happy to be here!  Things have been great…BUSY but great!  I’m enjoying every single moment with my new family and am doing my best not to blink so I don’t miss something.   Here are a few pictures of Winn's first few days here with us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our new family just a few hours after he was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncuMs76I/AAAAAAAABOk/3abLwnOY-JE/s1600/our+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405277720910032802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncuMs76I/AAAAAAAABOk/3abLwnOY-JE/s320/our+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a tiny little guy, not a lot of his clothes fit yet...but we're working hard on changing that!  Most of his  hats fall over his eyes like this...but I think it's pretty stinkin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncdNCfPI/AAAAAAAABOc/XrqLJ9lYRZg/s1600/winn+bundle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405277716348042482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncdNCfPI/AAAAAAAABOc/XrqLJ9lYRZg/s320/winn+bundle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little sleeping boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncMXjaYI/AAAAAAAABOU/Lcz82X06-ms/s1600/little+winn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405277711828740482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncMXjaYI/AAAAAAAABOU/Lcz82X06-ms/s320/little+winn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap put great effort into having us out of the hospital on Saturday...unfortuneatley, that didn't work out and Winn had to watch his first Carolina game on t.v.  As you can see, he cheered very hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNmvehOdQI/AAAAAAAABOM/URtne1_Kqyk/s1600/go+gamecocks!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405276943607035138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNmvehOdQI/AAAAAAAABOM/URtne1_Kqyk/s320/go+gamecocks!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home!  Gramps and Chap put their hazzard lights on for the drive home.  Then they procceeded to bonk on the car horns the entire way through the neighborhood.  Bringing Winn home was just like your everyday parade :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNmvLBEmkI/AAAAAAAABOE/o6abFkpMwfI/s1600/finally+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405276938371897922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNmvLBEmkI/AAAAAAAABOE/o6abFkpMwfI/s320/finally+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite picture thus far, and one of my most favorite parts of being Winn's mom is watching Chap be a father to our little boy.  I have completely fallen in love with my husband all over again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Chap, for this gift.  I love our little family and am enjoying every moment of being a parent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNmuxNydMI/AAAAAAAABN8/EYBESkxs1Hc/s1600/kisses,+b+%26+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405276931445912770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNmuxNydMI/AAAAAAAABN8/EYBESkxs1Hc/s320/kisses,+b+%26+w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4460795678959796776?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4460795678959796776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4460795678959796776' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4460795678959796776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4460795678959796776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SwNncuMs76I/AAAAAAAABOk/3abLwnOY-JE/s72-c/our+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3734708389754620797</id><published>2009-11-05T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:22:47.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This time next week...</title><content type='html'>I'll be a MOMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep everyone updated, at our doctor's appointment last week our doctor shared his concerns about how narrow my pelvic bone is. He said we'd watch it over the next week and see how things progress. So, at yesterday's appointment there didn't seem to be any progression, and after a second doctor's opinion it was decided that a C-Section would be the best and safest route for baby and mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this was NOT what we had envisioned, I've come to peace with it over this past week (for the most part) and am getting really excited to meet our little boy! It's amazing how 9 months can seem like an eternity until a week before show time, and now I'm wondering where in the heck all the time went?? Lesson plans, grad. school assignments, nursery, cleaning...this is just a little of what's running through my mind. Poor Chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for baby Winn, that he will have a safe and healthy arrival next Thursday morning.  We are so excited to meet this little man that we already love so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm off...to get ready for my biggest and most exciting job yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3734708389754620797?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3734708389754620797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3734708389754620797' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3734708389754620797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3734708389754620797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-time-next-week.html' title='This time next week...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-664420508850689234</id><published>2009-10-25T15:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:13:38.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy:  The Laughable Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I near the end of this pregnancy, I thought I’d take a minute to reflect on some of the funnier moments of this amazing journey. While they might not have been humerous at the time, I can’t help but look back now on these and laugh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Having one of the first graders high five me in the library and congratulate me for having ‘two at the same time’ (his way of telling me it looked like I was having twins.) Thanks Mathew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having another first grader ask me if I was having a baby, I said “Nope…I’m having a basketball” to which he asked, “Can I have it??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chap asking if we could ‘Crate Train’ our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting in the kitchen floor crying because I just wanted to get to Target, I didn’t want to make myself ANOTHER peanut butter and jelly sandwich that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Complaining about my ankles and feet hurting and having my caring, supportive husband respond with, “Well honey, now you know how the elephants feel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deciding to wear spanx to church when I was 8 months pregnant. NOT one of my finer ideas. My legs went numb about midway through service. I could hardly stand up when it was time to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tricking Chap into coming to ‘breastfeeding class’ with me by telling him it was a ‘Nutritional Development’ class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having Chap get me back for tricking him in the middle of breastfeeding class by shouting out “I told you Heather!” as the lady was demonstrating how NOT to smoke cigarettes and breastfeed your baby at the same time. I was mortified. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all these laughable moments did come some amazing moments that I'll treasure…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Watching Chap as he found out he was having a ‘little dude’ &lt;br /&gt;- Telling Norm and Roxanne they are going to be grandparents&lt;br /&gt;- Going on my first baby shopping trip with my mom&lt;br /&gt;- Painting the nursery with Krissee, Daniel, and Chap&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing our boy during the 4D ultrasound and feeling like I was getting a small peak into Heaven&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting at our baby showers asking myself, “Is this really for us??”&lt;br /&gt;- Having Krissee and Amber come help me get the everything organized and ready for Winn&lt;br /&gt;- Feeling every kick/movement/hiccup/ that my boy makes (I really am going to miss feeling him so close to me).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the good and the bad it’s been an amazing ride that I’m grateful for! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;36 Weeks&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396625117784970098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SuSp87uGE3I/AAAAAAAABN0/emlydFB_m3M/s320/36+weeks+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-664420508850689234?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/664420508850689234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=664420508850689234' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/664420508850689234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/664420508850689234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/10/pregnancy-laughable-moments.html' title='Pregnancy:  The Laughable Moments'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SuSp87uGE3I/AAAAAAAABN0/emlydFB_m3M/s72-c/36+weeks+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-719466321265874383</id><published>2009-09-30T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:28:31.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be just like my Dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, my dad will be participating in a 105 mile bike ride from Rock Hill to Greenville to  raise money for MS.  Yes, the man is almost 60 years old and knows no limit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture of him on last year's ride...classic Dad :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SsPz12FlL3I/AAAAAAAABNs/KijA99wZQug/s1600-h/n1080281061_281296_8878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387417685642784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SsPz12FlL3I/AAAAAAAABNs/KijA99wZQug/s320/n1080281061_281296_8878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad, I admire you more than you know!  Good luck this weekend, we'll be cheering for you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about how you can contribute:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bikencp.nationalmssociety.org/site/PageServer?pagename=BIKE_NCP_homepage"&gt;National MS Society &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-719466321265874383?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/719466321265874383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=719466321265874383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/719466321265874383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/719466321265874383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SsPz12FlL3I/AAAAAAAABNs/KijA99wZQug/s72-c/n1080281061_281296_8878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8022123833699710159</id><published>2009-09-27T17:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:29:39.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our AMAZING friends had an AMAZING baby shower for us a few weekends ago, and I still get happy just thinking about it! It’s funny, I’ve always looked forward to the day I’d get a baby shower…even when I was having my wedding showers (which were awesome) I still was imagining what my baby shower would be like (yes, I’ve always been slightly obsessed with babies). This shower was more than I dreamed of! The theme was &lt;em&gt;'Come Fly With Us'&lt;/em&gt;, and it was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the wonderful hosts, Amber :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_c2WC4C7I/AAAAAAAABNU/R835BY5ezK4/s1600-h/SHOWER,+A+%26+H.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266505547090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_c2WC4C7I/AAAAAAAABNU/R835BY5ezK4/s320/SHOWER,+A+%26+H.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the guest sign in book, a story about a little boy who dreams to be a pilot and flies in WWII (just like my grandfather) the guests got to sign a page of the story, one even left some additional dialogue to accompany the main idea...loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268856310272914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_e_LUfk5I/AAAAAAAABNc/28O2ck-CiKM/s320/SHOWER,+SIGN+IN+BOOK.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the hosts, Justin, painted this awesome airplane banner...which now hangs in Winn's room above his closet. Thanks Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_c1spDeTI/AAAAAAAABNE/uq2rJ-VhJmc/s1600-h/SHOWER,+BANNER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266494432934194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_c1spDeTI/AAAAAAAABNE/uq2rJ-VhJmc/s320/SHOWER,+BANNER.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was awesome (as it always when prepared by those Goodner's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_cmrfofOI/AAAAAAAABM8/UYRqxrfEWlI/s1600-h/SHOWER,+FOOD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266236426943714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_cmrfofOI/AAAAAAAABM8/UYRqxrfEWlI/s320/SHOWER,+FOOD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beverage Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_cmLIqqSI/AAAAAAAABM0/bFiAJS21mjI/s1600-h/SHOWER,+DRINKS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266227740682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_cmLIqqSI/AAAAAAAABM0/bFiAJS21mjI/s320/SHOWER,+DRINKS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little 'W' deserts...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_cl7_N0tI/AAAAAAAABMs/kaJle8rQLSQ/s1600-h/SHOWER,+DESERT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266223674512082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_cl7_N0tI/AAAAAAAABMs/kaJle8rQLSQ/s320/SHOWER,+DESERT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adorable airplane cookie parting gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_clrTUoxI/AAAAAAAABMk/x1ApkrRnrTo/s1600-h/SHOWER,+HOST+GIFT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266219195441938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_clrTUoxI/AAAAAAAABMk/x1ApkrRnrTo/s320/SHOWER,+HOST+GIFT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AMAZING diaper cake that Jeni's mom, Kathy, made! I have stared at it lots already and am scared I won't be able to undo the diapers once Winn gets here. Something so beautiful doesn't belong on someone's bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_clAWtJvI/AAAAAAAABMc/7FehM4rU-tU/s1600-h/SHOWER,+DIAPER+CAKE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266207666906866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_clAWtJvI/AAAAAAAABMc/7FehM4rU-tU/s320/SHOWER,+DIAPER+CAKE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chap was just a little excited to open this Jordan Jersey with matching hat and booties. He has since lined this, and the Carolina jersey we got, up on the couch to watch football with his imaginary boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_b1ON_OgI/AAAAAAAABMQ/olbinoVR3a8/s1600-h/SHOWER,+JERSEY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265386754718210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_b1ON_OgI/AAAAAAAABMQ/olbinoVR3a8/s320/SHOWER,+JERSEY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a sweet outfit, I loved it! (Chap did too if you can't tell from his slightly exaggerated expression...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_b0j8tzpI/AAAAAAAABMI/MQE8bcllMQ4/s1600-h/SHOWER,+OUTFIT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265375407984274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_b0j8tzpI/AAAAAAAABMI/MQE8bcllMQ4/s320/SHOWER,+OUTFIT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was another favorite, a terrific basket with TONS of Carolina stuff in it! Thank you Kathy &amp;amp; Jeni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_b0aBJASI/AAAAAAAABMA/QweZ95bPBEk/s1600-h/SHOWER,+BASKET.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265372742189346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_b0aBJASI/AAAAAAAABMA/QweZ95bPBEk/s320/SHOWER,+BASKET.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hosts got us our Pack-N-Play...that is still set up in our living room (along with the matching swing that has been there for about 4 months...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_bz64q-HI/AAAAAAAABL4/yiQQZPqMRPI/s1600-h/SHOWER+HOST+GIFT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265364385167474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_bz64q-HI/AAAAAAAABL4/yiQQZPqMRPI/s320/SHOWER+HOST+GIFT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't bore you with all the other gift pictures, but just for the record...Chap did recieve several items that he secretly registered for including: golf balls, adult soccer ball, and acoustic guitar (for children 7 +). Though I tried not to laugh, he was pretty hysterical when opening these 'baby gifts' and while we might not need them tomorrow, we will need them one day and it was totally worth it to watch his face light up when opening them! One more thing I have to mention real quick is that Bailey, a student that was in one of my first classes, made the most amazing and sweet DVD for me that we got to watch at the shower! Such a thoughtful and special little girl that I love so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor dad, everytime Winn starts his little jigs, dad seems to barely miss it! He'll be here soon Gramps...you'll get to feel him wiggle all you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386276966313356098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_mXPb560I/AAAAAAAABNk/Ssbq-4AtSbY/s320/DAD,+FEELING+WINN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are only two of the hosts, Mimi &amp;amp; Amber. Unfortunately, we weren't smart enough to get a group picture with all the hosts...however, please know &lt;strong&gt;KRISSEE, DANIEL, SHELLY, MIKE, ERICA, JUSTIN, MATT, MIMI, AMBER, SCOTT, COLLY, NORM AND ROXANNE&lt;/strong&gt; that we love you all very much and appreciate all the love and effort you put into making this the baby shower of our dreams! Ya'll are the greatest, and I can't wait for Winn to get here and love you all just as much as we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_bztVMcXI/AAAAAAAABLw/NoAH9DpBc6E/s1600-h/h,+m,+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265360746705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_bztVMcXI/AAAAAAAABLw/NoAH9DpBc6E/s320/h,+m,+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8022123833699710159?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8022123833699710159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8022123833699710159' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8022123833699710159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8022123833699710159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-baby-shower.html' title='Our Baby Shower'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sr_c2WC4C7I/AAAAAAAABNU/R835BY5ezK4/s72-c/SHOWER,+A+%26+H.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-486913814701383089</id><published>2009-09-20T15:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:50:55.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm still waiting on some pictures from our awesome baby shower last weekend, I figured I could update the blog till then (didn’t realize it had been over a month since my last post…time flies when your pregnant…NOPE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Winn’s room started with no theme in mind…I knew I loved the colors blue and navy and that was about it until Roxanne and I found the fighter pilot picture in Columbia…then the focus changed a bit.  My grandfather, Winn’s original namesake, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps.  Naturally, after that find,  his room took on a slightly different direction, with lots of airplane accents…which I love because of it's meaning to me and my family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After LOTS of searching and no luck, Chap finally had to make the 'W'...which I'm glad he did because it's exactly what I wanted!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxwOjwhI/AAAAAAAABKI/t4AljGtwl94/s1600-h/CRIB,+BOOK+SHELVES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631996815917586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxwOjwhI/AAAAAAAABKI/t4AljGtwl94/s320/CRIB,+BOOK+SHELVES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the picture we found...to the right you'll find the lovely propeller wall hook I found at the consignment shop for $4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxX01JtI/AAAAAAAABKA/QH7X-oxuhDo/s1600-h/CHANGING+TABLE,+NEW+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631990265554642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxX01JtI/AAAAAAAABKA/QH7X-oxuhDo/s320/CHANGING+TABLE,+NEW+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxCBT1KI/AAAAAAAABJ4/JWvFHDRG3ac/s1600-h/BOOKSHELVES+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631984412316834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxCBT1KI/AAAAAAAABJ4/JWvFHDRG3ac/s320/BOOKSHELVES+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin, a good friend of ours, painted the airplane banner with Winn's name on it for the shower...thanks Justin!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632540533802450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraBRZvARdI/AAAAAAAABKQ/PQcpSAZmsrg/s320/planes+and+banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, now that the nursery is about complete, we just need our little fella!!  We're counting down the weeks and can't wait to greet this guy in about 8!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAwqW84-I/AAAAAAAABJw/cxMn-7RpYLk/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632546891641026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraBRxa1MMI/AAAAAAAABKY/uLupWnmSCL0/s320/31+weeks,+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-486913814701383089?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/486913814701383089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=486913814701383089' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/486913814701383089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/486913814701383089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SraAxwOjwhI/AAAAAAAABKI/t4AljGtwl94/s72-c/CRIB,+BOOK+SHELVES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7582916656424109601</id><published>2009-09-04T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:36:20.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3D pics...finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If anything, this little guy is already teaching me about patience.  Last week, we went to get his 3D ultrasound but with his feet, legs, hands, and chord around his face we hardly got a glimpse.  This week turned out much better and I'm slowly realizing that parenthood doesn't always happen according to my schedule =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGwWLpcMGI/AAAAAAAABJo/O0FljIivaog/s1600-h/Winn,+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377773325187297378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGwWLpcMGI/AAAAAAAABJo/O0FljIivaog/s320/Winn,+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He at least looks happy in there, which makes me happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt9X-TRFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SX5jtq2oq04/s1600-h/Winn,+smile+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770699976033362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt9X-TRFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SX5jtq2oq04/s320/Winn,+smile+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt9PFJhLI/AAAAAAAABJI/cpsil0nilB0/s1600-h/Winn,+laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770697588835506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt9PFJhLI/AAAAAAAABJI/cpsil0nilB0/s320/Winn,+laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt8kGgorI/AAAAAAAABJA/CKhIpW3U8IU/s1600-h/Winn,+smile+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770686051820210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt8kGgorI/AAAAAAAABJA/CKhIpW3U8IU/s320/Winn,+smile+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peek-a-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGtpGeanAI/AAAAAAAABI4/LaeAuxxZ7F4/s1600-h/Winn+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770351681510402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGtpGeanAI/AAAAAAAABI4/LaeAuxxZ7F4/s320/Winn+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who needs skiis when you have these??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770711364611122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGt-CZjLDI/AAAAAAAABJg/O_TxV4Gof_I/s320/winn+foot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun experience!  I swear, I could have looked at him forever... but the 45 minutes we got with him will defintely hold me over for the next 10 weeks!!  Thanks to my mom for this fun extra =) And to Marilyn for making the trips, very special having you both there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7582916656424109601?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7582916656424109601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7582916656424109601' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7582916656424109601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7582916656424109601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/09/3d-picsfinally.html' title='3D pics...finally'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SqGwWLpcMGI/AAAAAAAABJo/O0FljIivaog/s72-c/Winn,+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4658108827561643360</id><published>2009-08-11T16:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:34:39.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds &amp; Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So sad, today is the last day of summer vacation for me. This has been my very first ‘summer break’ that I haven’t worked Challenger (thank you budget cuts), and besides the fact that I’ve had to limit my spending dramatically, it’s been really nice. Even though I’ve done so much this summer, my ‘to do’ list seems longer now than it did at the beginning of the summer. How does that work?? Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be extremely busy the next few weeks (which I’m hoping makes time fly so I can meet my little guy!) so I wanted to post another update before returning back to my kiddies tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still going well. I had an appointment last week and the doctor said that we definitely did LOTS of growing this past month which is good and that Baby Winn sounds healthy and very happy. My iron is a little low, but we’re hoping with some modifications in my diet things will be back on track in no time! I’ve only had to call the ‘advice nurse’ two times so far…which I’m very proud of myself about (I tend to freak out at the smallest things, but both times they said it was smart that I called and to come in for a visit…making me feel a little less crazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25 Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SoHPv7RoGaI/AAAAAAAABIo/WuhL8Mr_ApY/s1600-h/week+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368800653074766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SoHPv7RoGaI/AAAAAAAABIo/WuhL8Mr_ApY/s320/week+25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to share this also, it’s probably one of the most special gifts we’ve received for Baby Winn. One of my great friends, Colly, had her mom make this special sweater for him. When we got it in the mail we immediately looked for the tag to see where the heck it came from because it was freakin’ cute! Can you believe someone can make something so beautiful?? We are very excited for Winn to wear this. Thank you so much Colly and Janet! His sweater hangs on display over his crib for everyone to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368806738852158962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SoHVSKkBnfI/AAAAAAAABIw/u7V_hThJtbs/s320/colly+sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their summer as much as we have!  Going back to school is such an exciting time.  My classroom is all set up, and has been for a few weeks now (huge dork, I know).  Is it weird that I still get anxious, nervous, and thrilled about the first day of school???  Anyway, I’ll keep the updates coming as much as I can!  Keep your fingers crossed for a sweet class that is very nice to their pregnant teacher! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4658108827561643360?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4658108827561643360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4658108827561643360' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4658108827561643360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4658108827561643360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/08/odds-ends.html' title='Odds &amp; Ends'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SoHPv7RoGaI/AAAAAAAABIo/WuhL8Mr_ApY/s72-c/week+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3865714278855190926</id><published>2009-07-29T13:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:47:16.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hoorah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SnCELWwdjwI/AAAAAAAABIY/wJF4u7mnNEk/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, since it’s been since our honeymoon which was three years ago that Chap and I were able to take an ‘alone’ trip, it’s safe to say we don’t have a lot of time to do things like take a 'vacation'...so, you can imagine my delight when Chap not only suggested, but actually planned a little getaway for us to take a trip to the beach last week! (I think he said he read about this in one of his little man 'prep for baby' books…great investment!) We had so much fun hanging out together, it made me really wish we had taken more time for these things in the past. But that’s what grandparents are for, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SnCA5qsXw1I/AAAAAAAABIQ/lX6OiQwbAFw/s1600-h/boardwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928884399555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SnCA5qsXw1I/AAAAAAAABIQ/lX6OiQwbAFw/s320/boardwalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SnCA5cUe14I/AAAAAAAABII/yquOsOmtN34/s1600-h/beach+c+%26+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363928880541259650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SnCA5cUe14I/AAAAAAAABII/yquOsOmtN34/s320/beach+c+%26+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you, Chap, for all the love and effort that you put into making this a special trip. It’s such a great reminder that I am so lucky to be married to my best friend! I can’t wait to take our next trip as a family…even though I’ll be the one that has to teach our son how to play in the ocean =) I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3865714278855190926?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3865714278855190926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3865714278855190926' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3865714278855190926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3865714278855190926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-hoorah.html' title='Last Hoorah!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SnCA5qsXw1I/AAAAAAAABIQ/lX6OiQwbAFw/s72-c/boardwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8029951452442420796</id><published>2009-07-18T22:55:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:52:20.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oops &amp; An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m sorry if you are tired of hearing about baby news…can’t honestly say it’s going to change anytime soon. It has sort of taken over our lives at this moment, and I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did made a small ‘oops’ last night, and it involved giving Chap the register gun to hold while we finished registering at Targe. While I was searching the baby section for the grocery cart covers, Chap was off to the sporting good section…with the gun. I could tell he was getting a little antsy looking at bottles and wipe warmers so I didn’t mind him taking off for a few minutes, but when I went to find him these are just a FEW of the items I found added to Winn’s registry…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registering for the family tent that Winston needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLnUPYLoI/AAAAAAAABH4/kAluk4PMWg4/s1600-h/tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360000014088679042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLnUPYLoI/AAAAAAAABH4/kAluk4PMWg4/s320/tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blue fishing rod that all babies need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLm6oC7PI/AAAAAAAABHw/8B1eGTkRiLw/s1600-h/fishing+rod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360000007212821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLm6oC7PI/AAAAAAAABHw/8B1eGTkRiLw/s320/fishing+rod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Not pictured&lt;/em&gt;: a football, soccer ball, tools, and a guitar. I had to laugh, and am still smiling thinking about how excited Chap his for his little boy to get here (though I’m a little nervous he thinks Winn is coming out in toddler form, rather than an infant). He is going to be such a fun daddy and I am SOOO looking forward to watching them together. Sidenote: &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Question of the day by Chap &lt;em&gt;- Why don't they make cloth diapers brown??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby Winn seems to be a very busy boy! I think he’s taken up some very unique ab workouts in his little home because I swear I can feel simultaneous punches on either side of my stomach quite often. Chap FINALLY got to feel him kick the other night so he can officially stop calling me, and anyone else that has felt the kicks, a liar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling good so far though I could do without some of this heat, but I think that’s normal. Still growing in all directions and the bump is definitely more noticeable. I had a guy hold his breath and congratulate me Friday night…you could tell he was taking a big leap of faith in assuming I was expecting, pretty funny considering I have felt like I’ve looked pregnant since the day I took the test =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;22 Weeks&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLmpmwZNI/AAAAAAAABHo/b4YuO5qQXC8/s1600-h/22+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360000002644010194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLmpmwZNI/AAAAAAAABHo/b4YuO5qQXC8/s320/22+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture I love, it was taken right after Chap and Normie both felt little Winn kick. Uncle Normie wanted to show off his baby bump too...I could never deprive him of his glory, so here it is. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360251397822443842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmNwPxn_cUI/AAAAAAAABIA/nftCKkwl-ZQ/s320/nwg+preggo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to Uncle Normie for his help with the nursery this weekend!! He and Chap had a nice surprise for me Saturday morning and I love them both very much!! We can’t wait for you to come back, Uncle Normie, we can always use your laughs and of course an extra set of ‘big hands’ =) Love!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8029951452442420796?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8029951452442420796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8029951452442420796' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8029951452442420796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8029951452442420796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops-update.html' title='The Oops &amp; An Update'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SmKLnUPYLoI/AAAAAAAABH4/kAluk4PMWg4/s72-c/tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6519251721326855321</id><published>2009-07-13T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:12:28.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whirl 'Winn' Of A Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week was my first official week of summer vacation…but it didn’t feel much like a break! While we had lots of fun, I am glad I have this week to rest up from all the baby festivities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week started in Greenville where mom took me shopping for Baby Winn…however, most of the shopping ended up being for his mom:) I had not enjoyed maternity clothes shopping AT ALL till visiting ‘Mimi Maternity’ in Greenville (with Roxanne of course!) Thanks, mom. for making me feel as close to ‘Pretty Pregnant Woman’ as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Roxanne and I traveled to Columbia to pick out the dresser/changing table for Winn’s room, along with lots of accessories to go with it. I can’t tell you how excited I am for Baby Winn’s furniture and how grateful we are to have such supportive families! Thank you so much mom and dad, I love you and can’t WAIT for Winn to see his new room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is it, but ours is in cherry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SltMqHcrrCI/AAAAAAAABHg/Y9HWpqwNSw0/s1600-h/sum_eve_black_combo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960468124904482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SltMqHcrrCI/AAAAAAAABHg/Y9HWpqwNSw0/s320/sum_eve_black_combo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next project was making Winn’s curtains. After visiting every fabric shop in Columbia with Krissee and the Daybies (those babies were troopers…and quite the attention getters might I add), we finally were able to set up Sweat Shop U.S.A in Krissee and Daniel’s basement (no, the children did not participate in this part of the process). With lots of guidance and support from my amazingly patient and helpful sister in law, I am finally finished with his curtains, and quite proud! Besides the pillow for my mom, this is the only big project I’ve tackled with my sewing machine. Look out Martha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you can tell from the picture, but they are navy and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SltMp1yWa6I/AAAAAAAABHY/xUsdrEZTpyc/s1600-h/curtains+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357960463383948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SltMp1yWa6I/AAAAAAAABHY/xUsdrEZTpyc/s320/curtains+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the last stop of this whirl ‘Winn’ week was registering at Babies R Us. My best friend, Amber, was awesome enough to come help me with this overwhelming task, and I can’t thank her enough! We got most everything done, but saved some of the big/manly items for Chap to help with next weekend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to bed twice this week in tears because I already feel like I can’t say thank you enough to our friends and family for all that they’ve done. This is an amazing time in our lives right now and your love and support are making it so much fun and memorable for both of us. &lt;strong&gt;We love you all soo much and can’t wait for Winn to meet and love you just as much as we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6519251721326855321?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6519251721326855321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6519251721326855321' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6519251721326855321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6519251721326855321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/whirl-winn-of-week_13.html' title='A Whirl &apos;Winn&apos; Of A Week!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SltMqHcrrCI/AAAAAAAABHg/Y9HWpqwNSw0/s72-c/sum_eve_black_combo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3341672041867339285</id><published>2009-07-01T19:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:02:41.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Name &amp; Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering we weren’t supposed to actually find out the baby’s gender till today, I’m quite pleased with the progress we’ve made so far.  In just a few short days, with a little help from The Day’s, we’ve accomplished lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know his name, and it’s very special meaning to both Chap and myself…but just in case you haven’t heard, we decided (years ago) to name our baby boy &lt;em&gt;‘Winston Bruce Rollings’&lt;/em&gt; a.k.a. ‘&lt;em&gt;Winn&lt;/em&gt;’.  Winston comes from three of the most remarkable and heroic men that I know: my grandfather, my father, and my brother are all named ‘Norman Winston Gourley’.  Bruce comes from Chap’s grandfather ‘Alton Bruce’, a man that I know Chap admired greatly!  Unfortunately, Winn won’t be able to meet his great grandfathers, however, I know that their  legacy’s carry on through their sons, their grandsons, and now our son.  He carries on a proud name that holds a great deal of meaning for both Chap and myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winn's nursery is coming along quite nicely.  This first picture is NOT our nursery...only the look I'm going for (compliments of Pottery Barn Kids)  No, we aren't quite there yet, but we're making some good strides.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3wMb68I/AAAAAAAABG4/qly0i5ryqCQ/s1600-h/Winn%27s+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353637422680501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3wMb68I/AAAAAAAABG4/qly0i5ryqCQ/s320/Winn%27s+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are VERY lucky to have such amazing family!  Krissee and Daniel came Saturday to help us paint Baby Winn's nursery...just two days after we found out we were having a boy!  Who's excited?? :)  K &amp;amp; D - thank you soooo much for everything!!  You helped us make some great memories that day that I'll remember every time I walk into his room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3ydltNI/AAAAAAAABGw/TCAzCp834v8/s1600-h/painting+winn%27s+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353637423289316562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3ydltNI/AAAAAAAABGw/TCAzCp834v8/s320/painting+winn%27s+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the progress up to this point.  Chap and I probably walk in his room on average 10 times a day.  There's still a lot to do, but I'm excited about the 'so far' look!  Krissee and I are going to work on making his curtains next week, and we hope to have our dresser by then too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3WhxbPI/AAAAAAAABGo/v9V_LTBkDSs/s1600-h/progress+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353637415790669042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3WhxbPI/AAAAAAAABGo/v9V_LTBkDSs/s320/progress+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3LSfX7I/AAAAAAAABGg/7PtPWU33mxA/s1600-h/progress+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353637412773781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3LSfX7I/AAAAAAAABGg/7PtPWU33mxA/s320/progress+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were a gift from sweet Mimi.  Winn's first and second day hospital outfits!  I teared up a little when I saw his little initials and sweet name on clothes :)  Thank you so much Mimi!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw2sWcRvI/AAAAAAAABGY/yKcb5wvtdtc/s1600-h/day+1+day+2+of%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353637404468856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw2sWcRvI/AAAAAAAABGY/yKcb5wvtdtc/s320/day+1+day+2+of%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3341672041867339285?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3341672041867339285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3341672041867339285' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3341672041867339285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3341672041867339285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/07/name-nursery.html' title='Name &amp; Nursery'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Skvw3wMb68I/AAAAAAAABG4/qly0i5ryqCQ/s72-c/Winn%27s+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4711753638921725255</id><published>2009-06-28T20:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:22:02.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chap and I found out this past Thursday that we have been blessed with a &lt;strong&gt;baby boy&lt;/strong&gt; on the way! I was in total shock. I just "&lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt;" it was a girl, goes to show how much I might need to work on that 'mother's intuition' thing ;) Chap was literally bouncing all around the tiny ultrasound room when he saw his son, pointing out every inch on the screen that he recognized (as if it was the nurse's first rodeo). Even though I had to repeatedly remind him to move so I could see my little man, it was very sweet and very exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His first profile pic, isn't he handsome??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRg3dwW_I/AAAAAAAABF4/28ZGt-sxNVk/s1600-h/BABY_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547413472074738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRg3dwW_I/AAAAAAAABF4/28ZGt-sxNVk/s320/BABY_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a frontal view, it looks like his mouth might be wide open...remind you of anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRgi2NR7I/AAAAAAAABFw/endkfoy0QRw/s1600-h/BABY_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547407937488818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRgi2NR7I/AAAAAAAABFw/endkfoy0QRw/s320/BABY_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His sweet little feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRgVI6iEI/AAAAAAAABFo/RdsTQnIkVQk/s1600-h/BABY_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547404257855554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRgVI6iEI/AAAAAAAABFo/RdsTQnIkVQk/s320/BABY_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evidence. Chap asked the nurse if she was 100% sure...to which she replied, "Honey if it's not a boy, then we'll most definitely have some parts to remove when it comes out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRgfV4_ZI/AAAAAAAABFg/2DJez3nSUAw/s1600-h/BABY_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547406996635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRgfV4_ZI/AAAAAAAABFg/2DJez3nSUAw/s320/BABY_0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though we found out Thursday, it was REALLY difficult not to share with everyone till today...but totally worth it. We knew we were going to Greenville to see my dad for Father's Day today (since I was out of town last weekend) and we wanted to be there to see their surprise...hence the reason I waited so long to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352551600020495026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgVUjkrmrI/AAAAAAAABGI/INXlxUb_LOU/s320/mom+and+dad+it%27s+a+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uncle Normie and Amanda (he's going to be an AWESOME uncle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352551613404337330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgVVVbo1LI/AAAAAAAABGQ/CyFpbHWkFHw/s320/n+%26+a+it%27s+a+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Needless to say it's been an exciting weekend!! Chap and I couldn't sleep at all that first night we found out and ended up at Bojangles Friday morning at around 5:00 a.m. Krissee and Daniel came Saturday to help us paint his nursery (more on that later). We are so excited and grateful for this time and cherishing every moment. We can't WAIT to meet our little guy in November, and are excited about getting prepared for his arrival till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4711753638921725255?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4711753638921725255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4711753638921725255' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4711753638921725255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4711753638921725255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/06/its.html' title='It&apos;s A....'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SkgRg3dwW_I/AAAAAAAABF4/28ZGt-sxNVk/s72-c/BABY_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7544151616390956892</id><published>2009-06-15T18:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:35:49.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grover's Back...with an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I’ve always known that I’ve had the greatest dad in all the lands, but this week my understanding was validated, yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months back, I asked my parents what happened to the Grover stuffed animal I toted around throughout the majority of my childhood (I literally drug this poor Grover around everywhere and his arms were a little gangly so he had several encounters with mud and dirty floors.). Anyway, mom shared with me that Grover might have gotten tossed many, many years ago. I tried my hardest not to let them see how disappointed I was…but I think they kind of figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, my dad is in Charlotte on business and calls to let me know he’s stopping by. I was so excited to see him, but even more excited when I saw the package =) After ripping into it I found the sweetest gift ever…there was Grover, swaddled in the pink hooded towel that was made for me when I was a baby by my grandmother, Tutu, and a poster sign that said, “I’m Baaaack”. Evidently, my dad…the greatest dad in all the lands, had been searching for weeks to find a replacement Grover for Baby Rollings. He's just as I remember, except his arms and legs don't quite fit around my waist the way they used to =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's back...and ready for the next generation! Dad, thank you so much!! I can't wait to share this story with your grandchild so they, too, will know how amazing you are, though I'm sure they'll have no problem figuring that one out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFfZhYepI/AAAAAAAABFY/MP4EMsu6nJ0/s1600-h/grover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347678750766561938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFfZhYepI/AAAAAAAABFY/MP4EMsu6nJ0/s320/grover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not too much has changed…no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get the doctors to give me an ultrasound!! I’m a little eager, to say the least, to find out if this baby is a boy or a girl?!! Chap is thoroughly annoyed with my antics. He’s worried one of my calls to the doctor’s office might actually work; they’ll have me come in for an ultrasound while he’s in Charlotte working and miss the entire thing. I told him if that’s the case, then he better move quickly. =) So, till more news can be shared, here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFfFw0MRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PxHQkDVDnW0/s1600-h/15+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347678745462583570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFfFw0MRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PxHQkDVDnW0/s320/15+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 weeks (please excuse the workout mess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFex4j1sI/AAAAAAAABFI/k-1h5MrFr_E/s1600-h/17+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347678740126357186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFex4j1sI/AAAAAAAABFI/k-1h5MrFr_E/s320/17+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello mom, Tutu, and Annie!! I love you all soooo much and am super jealous I'm not in Arkansas with you right now! I'm sure you're having fun, I miss you all bunches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7544151616390956892?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7544151616390956892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7544151616390956892' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7544151616390956892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7544151616390956892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/06/grovers-backwith-update.html' title='Grover&apos;s Back...with an update!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SjbFfZhYepI/AAAAAAAABFY/MP4EMsu6nJ0/s72-c/grover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-1075472224309552063</id><published>2009-06-04T08:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:27:34.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can’t believe our Carter turned ONE year old yesterday!!  It seems like just last week I was rushing to Columbia so I could witness his entrance into this world (still by far one of the most memorable days of my life!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7bCNQewI/AAAAAAAABEw/2fwiFoLCaDQ/s1600-h/100_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445556021721858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7bCNQewI/AAAAAAAABEw/2fwiFoLCaDQ/s320/100_1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber and Scott had such a fun b-day bash for Carter this past Saturday.  The theme was ‘bubbles’ and it was hilarious to watch all the kids try to swat, pop, and eat the bubbles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy about to have his birthday cake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7bM1DCVI/AAAAAAAABEo/NA_ETDyFRZI/s1600-h/100_3464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445558872967506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7bM1DCVI/AAAAAAAABEo/NA_ETDyFRZI/s320/100_3464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Dawn and Carter in his sweet outfit that his Granny made for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7aw9VedI/AAAAAAAABEg/pq1bWoNdd8U/s1600-h/100_3449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445551391537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7aw9VedI/AAAAAAAABEg/pq1bWoNdd8U/s320/100_3449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter and one of his many lady friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343446603049625490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie8X-sKZ5I/AAAAAAAABFA/p3ChqBXjd1k/s320/100_3456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sweet Addison, one that definitely tried to eat the bubbles =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343446595381323474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie8XiH5ZtI/AAAAAAAABE4/xgYwLg_1p0s/s320/100_3457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter, we love you so much and have enjoyed this year watching you grow and discover new things.  You are such a strong and handsome little man with parents that love you so much!  We look forward to all the joy you’ll continue to bring to our lives!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; Aunt Heather &amp;amp; Uncle Chap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-1075472224309552063?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1075472224309552063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=1075472224309552063' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/1075472224309552063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/1075472224309552063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-carter.html' title='Happy Birthday Carter!!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sie7bCNQewI/AAAAAAAABEw/2fwiFoLCaDQ/s72-c/100_1685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4305869920076718763</id><published>2009-05-31T11:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:14:28.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crib Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we had Carter’s b-day party in Columbia (another post on that will come this week!!) Towards the end of the fabulous party, Chap looked at me and asked if I was ready to go pick up our new crib?? I was so surprised!! We had gone shopping the weekend before in Columbia, but I wasn’t expecting to actually make the purchase this soon (evidently he had planned this out in his mind, I usually do a good job of messing those spontaneous plans up, but this time I did not somehow.) So, after a few phone calls to Mommy Marilyn, we were on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get there, we ran into a few small obstacles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) They didn’t have the actual crib we wanted in stock. Well, Chap quickly sidestepped this challenge by making his #2 pick (he gets to pick out the crib; I get to pick out the bedding). So, after some pleading, the nice people agreed to let us have one of the cribs in the back that was obviously on hold for another couple. I felt bad for a second, but then watched how excited this made Chap and the guilt quickly disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;2.) We had my XTerra and the crib box measured 49 in. across, while my car only measured 47ish. So, after Chap swears to the employees he can make it work, he was not successful. After a few minutes, it was decided that the crib would be taken out piece by piece to fit in our car, so we could take it home that day. Can you tell we were a little bit excited??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp7NN_f9I/AAAAAAAABEY/IYJCObUIC44/s1600-h/100_3468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342018942640553938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp7NN_f9I/AAAAAAAABEY/IYJCObUIC44/s320/100_3468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, by 11:00 p.m. last night, we had Baby Rollings’ crib assembled, with some pretend bedding to get the full effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp6h58oOI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XVSiFT2Z8G4/s1600-h/100_3474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342018931013755106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp6h58oOI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XVSiFT2Z8G4/s320/100_3474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of you have heard us talk about 'Silly'. This is our pretend baby that Chap made after mom and me went on the gender neutral shopping spree. We felt a little disappointed that we had all these great clothes, but no baby...so Chap made Silly (a onesie stuffed with hand towels). I know, we are huge dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp6V_5Z0I/AAAAAAAABEI/HbTA_GsJle4/s1600-h/100_3475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342018927817484098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp6V_5Z0I/AAAAAAAABEI/HbTA_GsJle4/s320/100_3475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are sooo excited to have our baby’s crib, it makes things seem a little more real. First thing we did this morning was go in there to look at it some more. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you soooo much Marilyn, we love you and couldn’t be more happy or excited about our new crib!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s on to the bedding, which we won’t be able to make a final decision on till at least July 1st (when we find out the baby’s gender) so till then we’ll continue with the preliminary choices. Chap has mentioned several times that the bedding I like will give our baby headaches and he/she will resent me forever (he thinks my choices are busy and loud) so we’ll see how this next part works out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4305869920076718763?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4305869920076718763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4305869920076718763' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4305869920076718763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4305869920076718763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/crib-story.html' title='A Crib Story'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SiKp7NN_f9I/AAAAAAAABEY/IYJCObUIC44/s72-c/100_3468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3323780749661357009</id><published>2009-05-19T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:18:13.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, so I know this isn’t monumental or anything…but I’ve had some requests and since I’m actually quite proud of my growing belly (whether it’s the baby…or the 12 lbs. I’ve gained) I figured I’d share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First couple are bare belly, cause you couldn't see too much with the shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6fzggw-I/AAAAAAAABEA/7AxRLCDdiKQ/s1600-h/100_3342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337533563952743394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6fzggw-I/AAAAAAAABEA/7AxRLCDdiKQ/s320/100_3342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 weeks&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6f-LXgOI/AAAAAAAABD4/dI7PuqndBY4/s1600-h/100_3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337533566816846050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6f-LXgOI/AAAAAAAABD4/dI7PuqndBY4/s320/100_3368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6fbx8X6I/AAAAAAAABDw/RKaTaYjXbTY/s1600-h/100_3399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337533557583404962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6fbx8X6I/AAAAAAAABDw/RKaTaYjXbTY/s320/100_3399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're gowing...slowly.  The pants aren't buttoning, so I'm grateful for the Bella Band since I haven't purchased many maternity clothes yet.  I'm kind of over this in between stage...ready to pop already!!  Everything is still going great, heartbeat has dropped a little bit from 170's to low 160's.  Yes, I still listen every day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3323780749661357009?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3323780749661357009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3323780749661357009' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3323780749661357009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3323780749661357009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-bump-pics.html' title='Baby Bump Pics'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/ShK6fzggw-I/AAAAAAAABEA/7AxRLCDdiKQ/s72-c/100_3342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7011454008693700635</id><published>2009-05-15T08:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:02:06.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduates...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post makes me VERY happy!! Chap has been working so hard, ever since we got married three years ago, to earn his second degree…of PLS (Survey Degree). He’s been doing all this while working full time for an engineer firm in Charlotte. Needless to say these first three years, we’ve seen very little of each other during the week. He usually doesn’t get home from class till 9:00 pm most nights, just in time for me to feed him and us to go to bed!! I am thrilled to finally be able to enjoy my husband now a little more during the week…and maybe have some mac &amp;amp; cheese waiting on me when I get home from Challenger?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we had a little graduation celebration for him and Justin, a great friend of ours who also graduated with an architect degree. I think he might have picked the wrong major…he’s quite crafty, as you can see, with the Photoshop. Maybe a little side business is in his future?? If not graphic design, then maybe a hobby in karate??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nZSn3VnI/AAAAAAAABDY/5IhE2EIxu7w/s1600-h/grad+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336034817697338994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nZSn3VnI/AAAAAAAABDY/5IhE2EIxu7w/s320/grad+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nY95_p5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/_0J4WyEI-gc/s1600-h/grad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336034812136236946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nY95_p5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/_0J4WyEI-gc/s320/grad+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nYcKUlEI/AAAAAAAABDI/Hg_o4AzMRd4/s1600-h/grad.+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336034803077911618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nYcKUlEI/AAAAAAAABDI/Hg_o4AzMRd4/s320/grad.+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nYI4WOVI/AAAAAAAABDA/gzt0TFtbC-I/s1600-h/grad+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336034797902248274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nYI4WOVI/AAAAAAAABDA/gzt0TFtbC-I/s320/grad+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those hilarious?? They had a little photoshoot over at the Smith's the night before the party and Justin had these displayed at the entrance on Friday...they were a hit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the wives trying to get husbands to cut the cake 'bride and groom' style. They didn't love this idea so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336043630007207794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1vaPCQx3I/AAAAAAAABDo/qBHxfdQg9dk/s320/100_3380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336043254898434738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1vEZpXIrI/AAAAAAAABDg/KYAnhhgSIrw/s320/100_3381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats guys, I'm so proud of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7011454008693700635?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7011454008693700635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7011454008693700635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7011454008693700635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7011454008693700635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduatesagain.html' title='The Graduates...Again'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sg1nZSn3VnI/AAAAAAAABDY/5IhE2EIxu7w/s72-c/grad+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-70460322391920576</id><published>2009-05-02T09:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:42:23.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift from Gramps &amp; Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the baby got its first gift from Gramps this week!  My dad, the ever loving Harley man, sent Baby Rollings some lovely Harley bibs this week in the mail.  Chap and I loved opening the package from ‘Gramps and Gigi’ that was addressed to ‘Little Spit’ (thank you Normie for that name =).  When I called to thank my dad for the bibs, he said, “Well, even though mom told me I had to wait to buy things for the baby till closer to the due date, I went ahead and got them anyway.”  Ha!  If you saw my earlier post regarding mine and my mom’s shopping spree, you’d understand why that one’s funny!  Thank you Gramps, we LOVED getting something in the mail from you for the baby, very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfxHOjHUVII/AAAAAAAABCY/rZDNLMWNoOM/s1600-h/harley+bibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214374169498754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfxHOjHUVII/AAAAAAAABCY/rZDNLMWNoOM/s320/harley+bibs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a doctor’s appointment this week, &lt;em&gt;good news&lt;/em&gt;:  we got to hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time!  We had seen the heartbeat, but actually hearing it was pretty amazing.  My sister-in-law, Krissee, gave us her Doppler device to use so every day since the doctor’s appointment I’ve been rushing home from school to listen to my baby’s heartbeat!  It’s my new favorite thing to do!!  It ranges between 170-180 bph which is pretty fast I’ve learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not so good news&lt;/em&gt;; I’ve already gained 12 lbs. and I’m not even out of my first trimester yet!!  I almost panicked when I saw the scale at the doctor’s office…NOT used to seeing numbers in THAT range, but the nurse assured me it was accurate.  I guess that’s what I get for eating almost every second of the day.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been sick really, but I think that’s only because of my overeating habit to compensate for the nausea.  I get pretty sleepy in the afternoon’s…but my fourth graders don’t let that effect our days =)  I’m still working out almost every day, just not as much running as I’m used to.  I’m thanking my lucky stars for how well things have been going so far, and hopeful it continues... minus the speedy weight gain of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-70460322391920576?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/70460322391920576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=70460322391920576' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/70460322391920576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/70460322391920576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/05/gift-from-gramps-update.html' title='A Gift from Gramps &amp; Update'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfxHOjHUVII/AAAAAAAABCY/rZDNLMWNoOM/s72-c/harley+bibs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-6403458694480523973</id><published>2009-04-27T19:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:52:13.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date with Dave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of you might recall my slight bitterness last year when Chap was invited by our brother-in-law, Daniel, to attend the Dave Mathews concert...in the 6th row. Well, bitterness is GONE! This year I got the invite...and so did my brother!! We had a blast, and I literally teared up when we sat in our seats because I have never sat any better than lawn seats at concerts. Chap kept making me turn around to 'see all the people who had worse seats than us'....which was everyone =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZKcSPpEwI/AAAAAAAABCI/CX9-uXDJr_c/s1600-h/100_3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529058833797890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZKcSPpEwI/AAAAAAAABCI/CX9-uXDJr_c/s320/100_3349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best part...The Warehouse fan club that Daniel belongs to, called him a few days before the show to ask him if he'd like to bring a guest to the 'meet and greet' with Dave before the concert. Ummmm...you can say this has been Chap's fantasy for years. He has quite the man crush on Dave, he's acutally the reason Chap picked up the guitar to learn to play (and sing), so this was pretty big time for him! He didn't sleep the first night he found out about the big news...this made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chap and Daniel meeting Dave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZKb72U8VI/AAAAAAAABCA/hOSHzRnz4YA/s1600-h/12_10A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329529052822040914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZKb72U8VI/AAAAAAAABCA/hOSHzRnz4YA/s320/12_10A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329538443784485458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZS-j6P-lI/AAAAAAAABCQ/_VIQm6-2Auo/s320/dave+and+chap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZKb_jpEYI/AAAAAAAABB4/-cfhBB5uITo/s1600-h/09_7A.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sidenote: They each got to bring back two items...Chap had a small banner made of some lyrics for the baby's room for Dave to sign. We'll matte and frame this later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJYrlmJOI/AAAAAAAABBw/3BNZzL74ycw/s1600-h/dave+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527897405662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJYrlmJOI/AAAAAAAABBw/3BNZzL74ycw/s320/dave+banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chap actually drew this picture several years ago. This is the second item he had signed...Dave had to be flattered, it's an amazing drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJHc71k-I/AAAAAAAABBo/-DUma4Yeerw/s1600-h/dave+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527601414640610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJHc71k-I/AAAAAAAABBo/-DUma4Yeerw/s320/dave+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normie couldn't stand it, after learning that Chap and Daniel were going to meet Dave, he pulled some major shinanigans at the concert two days before in Raleigh, NC to get backstage and meet Dave himself. Let's just say that some false identities might have been assumed (thank you Jill and Chris!!) So this picture is actually two days before our concert in Raleigh. I award it 'most likely to be BFF' photo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJG4-yJ8I/AAAAAAAABBg/1Mog0mkpqlU/s1600-h/16A_00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527591763322818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJG4-yJ8I/AAAAAAAABBg/1Mog0mkpqlU/s320/16A_00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I might not have met Dave, I had an amazing night...and I'm still hoping maybe he saw me?? I think we made eye contact a couple times that night =) Thank you, Daniel, for the invite...I hope the guilt trip this past year wasn't too intense. And thank you for making one of my husband's wishes come true!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJGsJ34_I/AAAAAAAABBY/jlWc6U-rZOg/s1600-h/100_3344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527588320175090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZJGsJ34_I/AAAAAAAABBY/jlWc6U-rZOg/s320/100_3344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-6403458694480523973?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6403458694480523973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=6403458694480523973' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6403458694480523973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/6403458694480523973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-with-dave.html' title='A Date with Dave!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SfZKcSPpEwI/AAAAAAAABCI/CX9-uXDJr_c/s72-c/100_3349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7613918978587833087</id><published>2009-04-14T16:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:27:50.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the 'neutral' shopping begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roxanne and I always enjoy our shopping trips to Gaffney any chance we get, but now we have a whole new reason to shop!! I think we've both been waiting a long time for this opportunity so we might have gone a little overboard (Dad, I promise I tried to keep her under control, but she was rather relentless.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT434cCUzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-fL-ci2GBXM/s1600-h/100_3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324654298385240882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT434cCUzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-fL-ci2GBXM/s320/100_3333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Chap wasn't able to come on the baby's first shopping spree (I don't think he's losing any sleep over that one), I laid out all the 'neutral' items on his couch like it was Christmas morning =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT43pc4GmI/AAAAAAAABBI/A-ajvATgy00/s1600-h/100_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324654294362233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT43pc4GmI/AAAAAAAABBI/A-ajvATgy00/s320/100_3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (and Dad), thank you so much for the amazing day! I couldn't have imagined my first baby's shopping spree being any more fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT4fJwEgFI/AAAAAAAABBA/OwO5aOVUY2A/s1600-h/100_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT4e6iS03I/AAAAAAAABA4/aDfMdXUOD7Q/s1600-h/100_3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7613918978587833087?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7613918978587833087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7613918978587833087' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7613918978587833087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7613918978587833087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-neutral-shopping-begins.html' title='And the &apos;neutral&apos; shopping begins!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SeT434cCUzI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-fL-ci2GBXM/s72-c/100_3333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3851933258334696798</id><published>2009-04-08T17:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:20:27.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sd0R8ZwQ7EI/AAAAAAAABAw/a-igGGdyIjM/s1600-h/n1080281061_255505_4716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322430064024939586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sd0R8ZwQ7EI/AAAAAAAABAw/a-igGGdyIjM/s200/n1080281061_255505_4716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we've made it through another year. This year has probably revealed more to me about our marriage than any other. Overcoming some of the challenges we faced this past year has shown me a new side of our relationship that I am very appreciative for!! Even through the tough times there isn't really anyone that can cheer me up quite like my husband can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap, I appreciate your honesty, humor, and compassion throughout our marriage. Thank you for not trying to beat me up this past year, I am sure I gave you plenty of reason to =) I'm SO looking forward to year #4 with you and all new experiences it brings our way! I'm sure they won't all be pretty, but we'll get through them together! Love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3851933258334696798?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3851933258334696798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3851933258334696798' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3851933258334696798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3851933258334696798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-years.html' title='Three Years'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sd0R8ZwQ7EI/AAAAAAAABAw/a-igGGdyIjM/s72-c/n1080281061_255505_4716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-2077648607339739599</id><published>2009-04-06T14:26:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:08:33.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Our Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know that you are all probably OVER my 'pregnancy news'...so I apologize for yet ANOTHER post about it, but after waiting as long as I have to get to this point, I'm going to procceed as though you're all as excited as I am =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to Greenville was great! Telling my parents was every bit as exciting as I had imagined it would be. My amazing brother arranged the whole surprise by telling my parents that him and his girlfriend were coming over for dinner. They were a little confused...and excited when Chap and I showed up in the back of his car with balloons, a cake, and some baby news! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321653907332577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQCIwguSI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gxm3iLMacI4/s320/100_3316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321653901696101074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQBzwq6tI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/NQXDZu5WIhY/s320/100_3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321653892910168386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQBTB8OUI/AAAAAAAAA_I/SX_E8Zhjoss/s320/100_3310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321654706374522194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQwpa9NVI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ZFj0_X0Opdg/s320/100_3300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321654290484084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQYcG8vrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/o-jH7OU34bU/s320/100_3312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321654291623463250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQYgWmSVI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kNhhQRDgD54/s320/100_3311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since last Christmas I knew exactly how we would tell Chap's family the big news. When Krissee was pregnant with the twins, Rollings informed us that 'babies come from Happy Meals...they are the prize in the bottom of the box!' Oh...if ONLY it were that easy!! =) So, Krissee and Daniel planned a dinner for the family and we showed up with some Happy Meals! The prize in the box was a pacifier with a note to Rollings and Mary Cline from their new cousin. Keesha was the first one to catch on...but everyone was excited, as you can see =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321655694834098322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpRqLuFYJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/gqxTE5FfVBk/s320/100_3317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321655695282182178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpRqNY6mCI/AAAAAAAABAI/zl-IE-wJXO8/s320/100_3318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are so glad Aunt Susie was able to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321655690955601218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpRp9RYNUI/AAAAAAAABAA/l_rjMPxwB0Y/s320/100_3320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321656278962585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpSMLxKwSI/AAAAAAAABAg/IN4ty1UnKDE/s320/100_3323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next morning Chap had Smith and Addison bouncing on the air mattress like it was a bouncy fun house =). We can't WAIT for your cousin to get here, Smith and Addison!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657512944675634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpTUAtbKzI/AAAAAAAABAo/AGGRtUYa7QY/s320/100_3324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright...I will TRY to post some other things now besides this pregnancy and how excited I am, but I can make no gaurantees!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-2077648607339739599?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2077648607339739599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=2077648607339739599' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2077648607339739599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2077648607339739599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/telling-our-families.html' title='Telling Our Families'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdpQCIwguSI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gxm3iLMacI4/s72-c/100_3316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4789860841225449184</id><published>2009-04-02T10:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:12:07.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Shower...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Telling our friends great! Chap and I had already planned a dinner that evening, so when we found out we were pregnant, we decided to turn the dinner party into a "fake baby shower" for ourselves! When the friends walked in and came in the kitchen they looked a little puzzled...we'd ask, "Where the heck are our gifts?? We are FINALLY having a baby??!! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdTG-8lKF4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/76gBWkOFcXc/s1600-h/100_3274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320095844547565442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdTG-8lKF4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/76gBWkOFcXc/s320/100_3274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdTG-fdpd7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rgu-MbTD720/s1600-h/100_3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320095836731439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdTG-fdpd7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rgu-MbTD720/s320/100_3276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320990667349455906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sdf00fSIdCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/qy2xL3dHNbI/s320/Group+Kitchen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320990972358500898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sdf1GPh9IiI/AAAAAAAAA_A/s8bYehtZ7R0/s320/Group+Den.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320990667681053554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sdf00ghMO3I/AAAAAAAAA-4/6pVz7h8OGqA/s320/H+%26+K.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdTG8_twrkI/AAAAAAAAA-I/zBWtbctuDPI/s1600-h/100_3287.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you, friends, sharing this excitement with us and for supporting us through this journey! We are forever grateful for having such amazing people surrounding us!! (ps...boys were present, they just thought the card game in the garage was a little more exciting than the baby news...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4789860841225449184?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4789860841225449184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4789860841225449184' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4789860841225449184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4789860841225449184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-shower.html' title='Surprise Shower...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdTG-8lKF4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/76gBWkOFcXc/s72-c/100_3274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3070150426758633399</id><published>2009-03-31T16:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:16:20.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M PREGNANT!!!! Chap and I will be expecting our first child in November, and we couldn't be more excited!! We've hoped, prayed, wished, and dreamed of this for a very long time now so for it to actually be here is very surreal for us both...and just imagine, we still have 7 months to wait! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319461567688144370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdKGHLJk9fI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Hi0hQlId3nA/s320/finally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for the record, my husband is awesome. If he has HALF the patience with our child as he has had with me throughout this process, he will be an amazing father! I'd like to say these are the only two pregnancy tests that I've taken, but in all honesty I was still taking tests to see the 'positive' sign up until this week, when we finally got to see the baby's heartbeat on the ultra sound. To put it lightly, I've been a little worried...like I said, after waiting for this for so long it's almost too good to be true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I appreciate all of our friends' and families' support, love and prayers through this process and I apologize for losing my sanity on a number of occassions. =) I love you all dearly and am grateful for your continued love and support! (I'll be posting more on the 'big reveals' a little later!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3070150426758633399?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3070150426758633399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3070150426758633399' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3070150426758633399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3070150426758633399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what.html' title='Guess What....'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SdKGHLJk9fI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Hi0hQlId3nA/s72-c/finally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7288026253171460678</id><published>2009-03-15T21:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:47:06.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, this weekend I was in baby Heaven! I had all the cuties in my house and I loved it!  Our photo shoot was short lived, but lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pictures, aren't they precious??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The only one we were missing was Carter, we missed you Carter and we hope you're feeling better soon!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addison, Baby Lee, and Mr. Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313593842224395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sb2tcmZ89PI/AAAAAAAAA9I/gNKE49d8RJ8/s320/100_3278.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our niece and nephew, they are getting so big!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313593850894992210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sb2tdGtLw1I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/9t_xPzvoI0g/s320/100_3281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Goodner Family (had to share this cute little guy giving a big ol' yawn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313593860731089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sb2tdrWSsbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/dPWSHitilQs/s320/100_3283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7288026253171460678?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7288026253171460678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7288026253171460678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7288026253171460678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7288026253171460678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/babies-galore.html' title='Babies Galore'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sb2tcmZ89PI/AAAAAAAAA9I/gNKE49d8RJ8/s72-c/100_3278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4103903107153628456</id><published>2009-03-03T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:06:41.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sauce Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sa3fUu84SgI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Uya_OIlZs3E/s1600-h/white+sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309145083033438722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sa3fUu84SgI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Uya_OIlZs3E/s200/white+sauce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure if anyone else loves the ‘pink sauce’ as much as I do, I truly think it’s one of the best things ever made in all the lands. When I go to Japanese restaurants I can easily go through at least two cups…and then whatever I can sneak from Chap. So knowing I was having a rough day today, my thoughtful husband stopped by the Harris Teeter on his way home to get a yummy dinner to make (yes, I much prefer food over flowers to cheer me up) and he came home with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee's Tokyo Gourmet Japanese White Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, I've been searching on line (to see if there's a chance to purchase this fine product in bulk...) but I can't seem to find it anywhere else?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d share in case anyone’s as big of fan as me. We’ve shopped around for the similar taste, but this brand is by far the best!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next step&lt;/em&gt;: to find a similar recipe so we can make this little concoction at home (yes it’s good, but a little pricey…$4.99 per bottle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4103903107153628456?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4103903107153628456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4103903107153628456' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4103903107153628456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4103903107153628456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-sauce-anyone.html' title='Pink Sauce Anyone?'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Sa3fUu84SgI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Uya_OIlZs3E/s72-c/white+sauce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7327474865023682113</id><published>2009-03-01T19:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:59:29.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow at The Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a yucky, rainy weekend our fortune has finally changed and the snow is finally coming down...hard! We've already been out to play a little and Chap has some big plans for the 'Rollings' Ski In/Ski Out' set up tomorrow (this involves the picnic table and some wood...sounds safe, huh?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_-Rxb2I/AAAAAAAAA84/yVmXXUybMo0/s1600-h/c+%26+h+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308381665300672354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_-Rxb2I/AAAAAAAAA84/yVmXXUybMo0/s320/c+%26+h+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We are totally loving two weekends of snow in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_mdKBYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/6c-wQnQPfEI/s1600-h/chappers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308381658905970050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_mdKBYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/6c-wQnQPfEI/s320/chappers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We went to Blockbuster to stock up since school is canceled tomorrow and this is what we came home with. 'The Office' was on sale for 99 cents so we got the first three seasons! Ha! What dorks?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_BqbApI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9iPgaqTWtPQ/s1600-h/office+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308381649029497490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_BqbApI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9iPgaqTWtPQ/s320/office+date.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; h&lt;strong&gt;ope everyone is enjoying this yummy snow Sunday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7327474865023682113?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7327474865023682113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7327474865023682113' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7327474865023682113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7327474865023682113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-at-office.html' title='Snow at The Office'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/Saso_-Rxb2I/AAAAAAAAA84/yVmXXUybMo0/s72-c/c+%26+h+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-2780813144788061020</id><published>2009-02-25T15:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:02:28.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWqib5sPII/AAAAAAAAA8I/XaKslYEMA_w/s1600-h/bookit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306835244508003458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWqib5sPII/AAAAAAAAA8I/XaKslYEMA_w/s200/bookit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, a few nights back I was reading my book before going to bed (a Dan Brown selection). Chap really gets a kick out of my reading choices…you may recall that during my &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; Saga journey the Dracula voice I often heard. Well, this time he found humor in the size of the print (I personally think it’s just his way of getting some extra attention=). I guess it was a little larger than my usual books, as he referred to it: “What are you reading, the Bernstein Bears??” While giggling about my extra large print, it for some reason reminded me of ‘Book-It’! Does anyone remember that?? The reading incentive program that Pizza Hut sponsored, offering kids a personalized pan pizza for reaching their goal. So, I asked Chap about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Hey…did you ever do that ‘Book-It’ thing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap: “Of course I did, that thing was awesome!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Yea, that was pretty fantastic, I wonder if they still do that??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap: “That’s actually when I read all the Bernstein Bears books! Do your kids still read those?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “No, not so much hun…Bernstein Bears is more for first and second graders. Most of my kids read chapter books, there are two even reading ‘Twilight” &lt;em&gt;(not sure how I feel about this…but that’s another entry)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap: “REALLY?? Bernstein Bears books are how I earned all of my personalized pan pizzas…in fourth grade. Those kids are NEVER gonna get pizza by reading Twilight!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which I began laughing hysterically at. He had a very valid point =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day I did some research to find out that the Book-It program still exists! Being a reading and literacy fanatic, this excites me greatly! Most of my fourth graders had not heard of Book-It…but don’t worry, they know all about it now! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWqyrQDrmI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rR0w68-7Onc/s1600-h/dolly+parton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306835523506253410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWqyrQDrmI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rR0w68-7Onc/s200/dolly+parton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, while we’re talking literacy... for those that might not be aware, Dolly Parton started a foundation called ‘Imagination’ to promote early childhood literacy. By enrolling, your child will receive a free book (age appropriate), every month until the age of 5! How awesome is that?! Now, if we can just get more parents to actually READ these free books with their children…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dollysimaginationlibrary.com/howworks.php"&gt;http://www.dollysimaginationlibrary.com/howworks.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to post this picture from last week when Chap came to visit my class. You would have thought a star walked through the doors…they were in awww of him. They thought it was an even BIGGER deal when he challenged them in a Geometry game to help them prepare for their assessment, of which they did REALLY good on…Mr. Chap might have to come back on review day more often =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306836472699641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWrp7RZXLI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/C19DtZN0mho/s320/chap+and+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this one is another very special visitor we had last Friday. My mom came to watch the kids read their poems at our “Revolutionary Tea Party”. Some parents weren’t able to make it, so Foxy Roxy got royal treatment from those children. Thanks for coming mom, we loved having you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306836476432045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWrqJLRVlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/exK9ctJ_Uz8/s320/mom+at+tea+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-2780813144788061020?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2780813144788061020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=2780813144788061020' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2780813144788061020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2780813144788061020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-it.html' title='Book It!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaWqib5sPII/AAAAAAAAA8I/XaKslYEMA_w/s72-c/bookit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8262121984799245599</id><published>2009-02-25T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:48:19.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged:  My Firsts</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Dionne...so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your FIRST prom date?..................We only had one prom (senior year) so that would be Steve Jensen (Dionne, you know that guy…right?=)&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?...............Sure, I communicate with everyone via world wide web! &lt;br /&gt;3. What was your 1st alcoholic drink?................................When I was looking through baby pics for our wedding slide show, I actually found one of my dad giving me my first sip of Coors Lt when I was NOT even 1 year old.  Thanks Dad!&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your FIRST job?...................................Lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your FIRST car?..................................It was a gray Ford TURBO Taurus (don’t be jealous)&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?...................Chap…he works outside =)&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?...........I had a dream about meeting my baby for the first time, so I woke up thinking about that (fyi:  in my dream, my baby was born a toddler…kind of scary!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?..................Mrs. Malone, but I can’t remember what state I lived in??  Maybe Rhode Island?&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?........My dad and I went to visit my great grandmother in California for her 90th birthday party.  That was a HUGE deal!  I think the year before that though we flew out to Colorado to go skiing…I was maybe 8ish??&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your FIRST best friend &amp;amp; do you still talk?........My very first best friend was Rachel Bick in Rhode Island.  I actually have talked to her recently, and my mom and her mom have kept up through e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;11. Where was your FIRST sleep over?......Pretty sure we used to sleep outside on our trampoline all the time.  Other than that, I can’t remember??&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?...........Chap…he called me b/c he heard there was a wreck on Twin Lakes Rd.  He wanted to make sure I didn’t cause it =)&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose wedding were you in for the FIRST time?..............My best friend, Amber Rankin.  I was her MOH =)&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?..........Turned on the TV to watch the weather forecast.  I love the weather.&lt;br /&gt;15. FIRST tattoo?......................................................Nope, not for me.  &lt;br /&gt;16. First piercing?...................................................... I actually got my ears pierced when I was VERY young b/c my friend cut my hair with the safety scissors causing me to look like a little boy…so Roxanne had to get the ears pierced to help people decipher my gender at age 5.&lt;br /&gt;17. First foreign country you've been to?.....................Mexico&lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST movie you remember seeing?.................Wizard of Oz.  Still my favorite!  &lt;br /&gt;19. When was your FIRST detention?.............................Middle school, some friends of mine were trying to ‘skip’ school.  Well, I chickened out at the last minute and just stood there watching them run.  Well, the teachers came running out and of course I’m still standing there…stuck.  So, I got to sit in detention the rest of the day while my friends were having fun NOT in detention =)20. What was the first state you lived in?........................Missouri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:  Amber, Krissee, Jenn, Stef, Courtney, and Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8262121984799245599?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8262121984799245599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8262121984799245599' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8262121984799245599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8262121984799245599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-my-firsts.html' title='Tagged:  My Firsts'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-7430961918636144664</id><published>2009-02-22T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:22:57.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My sweet hubby planned a little vacay for us this weekend to go skiing at Sugar Mountain.  He did such a great job I might let him take over some of the planning in the future =)  It’s kind of funny, he actually got on line and found the cheapest place possible ( this is what we usually do since we don’t really spend much time at the place except to sleep).  Well, what we thought was a hotel turned out to be an adorable little bungalow!  We got pretty lucky with the weather, it snowed almost the whole time we were there creating decent snow conditions (what Chap often refers to as ‘fresh POW’).  All in all, it was a successful trip.  No major wipeouts or disasters (unless you count the bowl of incredibly hot chili I decided to douse on myself while eating at the lodge).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH18lH6HiI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5aWWEt5rqlQ/s1600-h/us+and+ms.+sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792257125391906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH18lH6HiI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5aWWEt5rqlQ/s320/us+and+ms.+sugar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey dad, guess what lift was open??  The last two Christmases my parents have rented this ski in/ski out condo for our family trips...the last two Christmases 'Big Red' has been closed due to snow conditions, which means no ski/in ski out...Chap and I laughed when we saw it open, this one's for you dad!  Maybe we'll have better luck next year??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792287704525794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH1-XCiq-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/0e25JFUfOz8/s320/big+red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of snow = lots of cold!  I kept the toe and hand warmers in business this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792290578054930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH1-hvpPxI/AAAAAAAAA74/3OWN9hZvvvI/s320/super+cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our little lucky bungalow...only the bottom floor was ours of course.  Did I mention it was the cheapest place on the mountain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH18mwiPsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QYbY6iKPmqk/s1600-h/100_3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792257564229314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH18mwiPsI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QYbY6iKPmqk/s320/100_3211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for a much needed little trip, Chap!  As always, I had so much fun with you!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792294613751378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH1-wx1FlI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Ho2KDeFI4Z8/s320/snowboarding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-7430961918636144664?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7430961918636144664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=7430961918636144664' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7430961918636144664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/7430961918636144664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugar-trip.html' title='Sugar Trip'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SaH18lH6HiI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5aWWEt5rqlQ/s72-c/us+and+ms.+sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-1322188616201234139</id><published>2009-02-14T12:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:04:48.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Overdue Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I have no excuses for my absence to blogging…except for Facebook, does that count?? Seriously, I think they should make you sign a policy notice of some sort when you join stating: ‘&lt;em&gt;Please be aware, you will waste countless hours sitting on the couch if you choose to join and your husband will probably get mad at you at least three times a day for thinking this is more important than him…dinner…movies….etc.&lt;/em&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, not a whole heck of a lot is going on with us these days (again, this could be in part due to my new membership with FB). By far, the most exciting news is that our friends Matt and Mimi have been blessed with their beautiful baby boy, Lee (Andrew Lee Goodner). He is such a beautiful little boy, and his mom was nothing short of amazing throughout this pregnancy process. Lee was born Monday, February 9th with mom having NO epidural! The Smith’s and I went to visit her that afternoon and her little mommy self was up walking around, playing hospital hostess, and carrying on as if she didn’t push a 7lb 7oz baby out only a few hours earlier. It’s so amazing watching your friends become parents. It’s like meeting a whole new side of people you already thought were terrific! Matt was literally smiling ear to ear throughout our entire visit, and Mimi looked like she had been a mom for years already. We’ve decided it’s probably not best for us that Mimi went first; she’s definitely going to make us all look a little wimpy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SZcA2D879mI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Si4b-3Qw52A/s1600-h/mommy+and+baby+Goods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302708015025878626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SZcA2D879mI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Si4b-3Qw52A/s320/mommy+and+baby+Goods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302708020224942082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SZcA2XUfYAI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/RtVSg5q5vtU/s320/h+%26+BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for us, not too much to report. I’m still truckin’ it through this Master’s program and unfortunately I don’t get credit for any of the facebooking I’ve been doing=) My fourth graders are great, with only a few exceptions of course =) It’s getting close to that time of year when the class feels like an extended family. Everyone knows and understands eachother in a way that only develops with time. Its right about now, actually, that I worry my class could totally function without me. Unfortunately, I will get way too used to this feeling and then in a couple of months will get an entire new batch to start over with from scratch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap is working hard (woo hoo for a job still!) and is getting ever so close to finishing his PLS degree! I am so proud of him for all his hard work to reach his goal! There were several months when his full time job, part time student thing got a little hairy. But he stayed positive and determined and I couldn’t be more proud of him for this! He’s also been working really hard, with some help from Mike, Matt, and Justin, on building our new cabinets in our living to fit his new toy…the television. He’s taken some before pics, so I’m sure once the project is finally finished we’ll have those with the after pics to share =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brodey has adjusted quite nicely to indoor doggie style. I get the feeling that he thinks he’s a little ‘above’ being an outdoor dog now. He wants to be wherever we are, and it’s quite humorous if one of us is downstairs and the other is upstairs. He tries to split his time evenly, running back and forth to see us both. But you can see in his eyes he’s wondering ‘why can’t you guys just be in one room??’ It’s pretty funny. I took this picture last night when Chap decided to pick a fight with Brodey, which he does from time to time. He thinks Brodey wants to be held for some reason, and is relentless in his quest to pick him up! This usually ends with growling, wrestling, and lots of laughs. You’d think Chap would get the hint when Brodey plants all 115 of his pounds in the ground and head butts him??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 8 in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302707021456901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SZb_8OnohxI/AAAAAAAAA64/Zgn-Gyf2Jgw/s320/100_3152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after all this writing I see why I might need to post a little more frequently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a wonderful Valentine’s Day with their loved ones!! My Valentine has already made me breakfast in bed and now it’s time for me to get ready for our date. =) Love to all my special little Valentines…especially Carter, Smith, Addison, and Baby Lee! xoxo's to you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302710698412075650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SZcDSQWD6oI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/SPn8Jifp6i4/s320/chap+and+heather,+vday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-1322188616201234139?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1322188616201234139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=1322188616201234139' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/1322188616201234139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/1322188616201234139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/02/overdue-update.html' title='An Overdue Update...'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SZcA2D879mI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Si4b-3Qw52A/s72-c/mommy+and+baby+Goods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4580086255351856724</id><published>2009-01-22T14:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:44:59.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Christmas, my parents got us some very creative gifts! We will definitely be busy for a while =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chap got a new 'Skill Saw'. I don't know alot about these things, but I do know that my dad was just as excited to get it open as Chap was (aren't they cute?!) Anyway, Chap has finished the fireplace mantle and the flower boxes outside...however, his 'to do' list is only getting longer =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjRKVqUjzI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ht_66tdW2Ic/s1600-h/100_3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294211337517567794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjRKVqUjzI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ht_66tdW2Ic/s320/100_3003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new sewing machine, which I was thrilled about! I don't know a LOT about sewing, but that doesn't mean I can't learn?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjRKGjWknI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/X7bknZwXr84/s1600-h/100_3006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294211333461807730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjRKGjWknI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/X7bknZwXr84/s320/100_3006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I opened it, my mom quickly added one condition: I had to make her a quilt. Ha! I'm pretty sure it will be a couple years before I learn the quilting business, however, I did promise her the first "creation" which was this pillow that matches her new bedroom. Not sure if you can see, but embroidered on it is "No Place Like Home".  Amber and Carter were kind enough to take a trip with me to the fabric store so I could get my new sewing basket and sewing essentials...thank you Amber &amp;amp; Carter!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjQWK_S0oI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qSJ85rlp6gk/s1600-h/100_3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294210441299546754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjQWK_S0oI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qSJ85rlp6gk/s320/100_3110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Chap new how to post by himself, he'd probably add the fact that I had to keep my portable DVD player plugged in directly beside my sewing machine so I could watch and re-watch the machine tutorial over and over and over again. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next project will be to make a doggie bed for our 'new' indoor dog =) Hopefully, after that I can move on from 'pillows' to something a little more exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4580086255351856724?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4580086255351856724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4580086255351856724' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4580086255351856724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4580086255351856724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/01/projects-in-action.html' title='Projects in Action'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXjRKVqUjzI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ht_66tdW2Ic/s72-c/100_3003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4651218299508866479</id><published>2009-01-20T10:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:09:08.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hooray for snow days!! Alright, I know it isn't quite a 'winter wonder land'...but hey, it's still exciting! Yes, Chap and I were those kids glued to the news last night and watching every second of 'weather in motion' on weatherchannel.com. School was finally canceled this morning, and unfortuneatley, Chap did have to work today...so Brodey and I are trying to make the best of our snow day. We checked it out, still not quite enough to play in...but it was fun watching him sniff around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293402802896290322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXXxzbewwhI/AAAAAAAAA40/DRVOSqA-n20/s320/100_3122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293402808679665330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXXxzxBoDrI/AAAAAAAAA48/uuQSND63ScI/s320/brodey%27s+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXXx0aOCdVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/n9_bV2ASHro/s1600-h/100_3121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293402819737580882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXXx0aOCdVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/n9_bV2ASHro/s320/100_3121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope all my kids are enjoying their day off, and I’m SURE they are all watching and appreciating the historical inauguration ceremonies today so we can have great discussions tomorrow! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4651218299508866479?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4651218299508866479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4651218299508866479' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4651218299508866479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4651218299508866479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-snow-day.html' title='Happy Snow Day!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SXXxzbewwhI/AAAAAAAAA40/DRVOSqA-n20/s72-c/100_3122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-5243912072581385258</id><published>2009-01-07T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:55:40.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Marley &amp; Me' Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took one of my old students, Bailey, to see ‘Marley and Me’ this past week. We both decided to read the book over Christmas Break, and a lunch/movie date was a perfect way to celebrate. Little did I know the effect it would have…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you’ve seen the movie, and you have a dog, then you understand what I mean when I say you leave the movie a sobbing mess. Bailey and I immediately drove to my house to pick Brodey up and take him to the vet. He needed some more heart worm medicine, and since the beast seems to have enlarged since our last visit, I figured it would be smart to take him to get weighed on the ‘large animal’ scale they have...which I’m glad I did because he’s gained 10 lbs since our last visit a couple months ago, making him 105 lbs. This places fattie in the higher dosage/more expensive heart worm medication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have ever met Brodey, you would understand why we decided to make him an ‘outdoor dog’ after moving into our new house. He has rather large jaws that seem to hold an enormous amount of slobber, which can be unleashed at any time without warning. Well, obviously after the movie this would change. Brodey got an extreme bath the next day so that he could come inside and hang out with his loving parents (yes, we put towels out for him to lay on and have been following him around with a slobber rag to wipe away any disasters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Brodey has thoroughly enjoyed the effects that “Marley &amp;amp; Me” has had on ME. Our once outdoor, slobbering dog has now become an indoor, slobbering dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SWVa05PdcxI/AAAAAAAAA4o/M_nQ312D26I/s1600-h/brodes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288733202181878546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SWVa05PdcxI/AAAAAAAAA4o/M_nQ312D26I/s320/brodes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-5243912072581385258?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5243912072581385258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=5243912072581385258' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5243912072581385258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/5243912072581385258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2009/01/marley-me-effect.html' title='The &apos;Marley &amp; Me&apos; Effect'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SWVa05PdcxI/AAAAAAAAA4o/M_nQ312D26I/s72-c/brodes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-3505866545942406424</id><published>2008-12-28T12:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:33:41.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Arkansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been about ten years since we've been back to visit my grandmother as a family. Chap and I did make a trip out there about 2 years ago just so I could show him what an amazing place it was. Hot Springs Village has 9 golf courses and 12 lakes making it a host to many firsts for me...this is where I learned to water ski, fish, golf, and drive (the golf cart training surely benefited my skills behind the wheel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my fondest memories are here in Hot Springs Village, so to be back again with my parents, brother, cousin, aunt, uncle, and husband was very special. We had such fantastic trip and visit with my grandma, I'll just share a few of the highlights! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first day we were there we walked the golf trails to the lake behind Tutu's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284904253837213490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfAaxHq_zI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DCwW89O1ZcY/s320/100_3016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas Eve we visited Tutu's church and then came back to her house for a YUMMY meal she prepared for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfAaXEYXHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/aGgmGhE9okQ/s1600-h/100_3020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284904246844087410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfAaXEYXHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/aGgmGhE9okQ/s320/100_3020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we had a wonderful and emotional time opening gifts. The official title, "Retro Christmas" came into effect after we opened the amazing antique treasures Tutu passed along. It was a memorable morning that will be cherished forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfAYAezxEI/AAAAAAAAA3g/wapDuITJBEM/s1600-h/100_3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284904206421181506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfAYAezxEI/AAAAAAAAA3g/wapDuITJBEM/s320/100_3030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later on that day we walked down to the golf course Tutu lives on for some warm up rounds (The annual 'Berky/Gourley Moon Cup' tournament was to take place the following day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe9Vg0bmII/AAAAAAAAA3Y/6cf-s_D-v8I/s1600-h/100_3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284900865027315842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe9Vg0bmII/AAAAAAAAA3Y/6cf-s_D-v8I/s320/100_3045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of memories on this course that my grandparents and dad enjoyed for many years. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286456359284855938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SV1EDMfHVII/AAAAAAAAA4g/apnITiJxPHk/s320/chapgolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe9U-5s17I/AAAAAAAAA3I/UaQ3ZaDK1FQ/s1600-h/100_3049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284900855922612146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe9U-5s17I/AAAAAAAAA3I/UaQ3ZaDK1FQ/s320/100_3049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we enjoyed lots of food and more family when The Berky's arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe8YQV5KtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BKH_z2q7Ba0/s1600-h/100_3052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899812632242898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe8YQV5KtI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BKH_z2q7Ba0/s320/100_3052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Annie with her new 'Write Plate'. Love you Annie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe8X0fGILI/AAAAAAAAA24/NVbAtqHb31Q/s1600-h/100_3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899805154648242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe8X0fGILI/AAAAAAAAA24/NVbAtqHb31Q/s320/100_3060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins with Tutu on Christmas! (Not quite the same without Bryan's frown face=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe8Xty24gI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tB-mR-SOL7w/s1600-h/100_3062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899803358487042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe8Xty24gI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tB-mR-SOL7w/s320/100_3062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughs and memories when you have this group together! Here Auntie Annie and my dad were re-capping dad's heartache when his second grade teacher asked him to simply mouth the words to 'Joy to the World'... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe7ehdIrvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/vF0QOIDEJnM/s1600-h/100_3066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898820793609970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe7ehdIrvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/vF0QOIDEJnM/s320/100_3066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the rain didn't stop our fun, the last day we had the Moon Cup golf tournament. The Gourley family did win this year, but it sure was a collaborative effort. I'm sure the Berky's will come back strong next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284931529321099234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfZOaNyL-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-af9auKRCM8/s320/moon+cup+champs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;The last night Tutu took us all out to eat at the Club. We had such a good time, I miss it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe7diDXanI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/scIS9YwoHzk/s1600-h/100_3070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898803774089842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVe7diDXanI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/scIS9YwoHzk/s320/100_3070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The RV landed in Greenville at about 1:30 AM. It was a wonderful trip with so many new memories created. I am grateful for our family and the chance we had to spend time together! Even though distance and time seperates us, it's always so comfortable and happy when we get together. Love to Tutu, Aunt Annie, Uncle Andy, and Drew! I miss you guys already and hope to see you soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-3505866545942406424?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3505866545942406424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=3505866545942406424' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3505866545942406424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/3505866545942406424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-arkansas.html' title='Christmas in Arkansas'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVfAaxHq_zI/AAAAAAAAA3w/DCwW89O1ZcY/s72-c/100_3016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-4876310150408080694</id><published>2008-12-24T11:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:51:55.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollings' Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I was too busy watching movies on my new portable DVD player (thank you Marilyn), reading my books, and hangin out to do any more posts in the RV. It was actually a fun trip! Definitely the only way to travel 14 hours with the fam =) Since we're spending Christmas in Arkansas we did the Rollings' Christmas a little early...which I am very grateful for them re-arranging their Christmas schedule for us!! So, here's the re-cap (early Gourley Christmas will follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big cousin Rollings with Smith and Addison. Smith found Rollings quite hilarious! When Rollings would sing and dance around, Smith cracked up!! It was so cute! You can tell who that boy is going to look up to when he gets a little older =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg8dPgyQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/LdXcEhmqK8E/s1600-h/100_2995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283391904617122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg8dPgyQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/LdXcEhmqK8E/s320/100_2995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Chap and Smith Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg6VINaiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/DvdwqjPE8H8/s1600-h/100_2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283391868079270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg6VINaiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/DvdwqjPE8H8/s320/100_2992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison and Poppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg59PzakI/AAAAAAAAA2A/2a9V8VxMSZM/s1600-h/100_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283391861668670018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg59PzakI/AAAAAAAAA2A/2a9V8VxMSZM/s320/100_2991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning, Keesha got Ms. Addison laughing lots...here was one of her action shots =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg5mycspI/AAAAAAAAA14/hHaWD5CT1L4/s1600-h/100_2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283391855639966354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg5mycspI/AAAAAAAAA14/hHaWD5CT1L4/s320/100_2989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas with the Rollings! Having two sweet angels there makes us that much more thankful for all of our many blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-4876310150408080694?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4876310150408080694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=4876310150408080694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4876310150408080694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/4876310150408080694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/rollings-christmas-2008.html' title='Rollings&apos; Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVJg8dPgyQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/LdXcEhmqK8E/s72-c/100_2995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-8108384673676726660</id><published>2008-12-23T09:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:50:54.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin' America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD5Gxa8uUI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hvCB4PUsQ08/s1600-h/100_3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go! We just began the journey to Arkansas! We have a LONG trip ahead of us, so I'm sure I'll find some time to do a few posts =) Here are the 'before' pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993744447938434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD20fBuH4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/KEHEnyxUixU/s320/100_3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chap being silly....strrrreeetch! Don't you just love the Lampoon hat?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993730767413186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD2zsEB38I/AAAAAAAAA1I/6szIpFLGry4/s320/100_3010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our new home for the next day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993724320966370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD2zUDE5uI/AAAAAAAAA1A/3iGCGrCJoQg/s320/100_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom's new home for the next day (she's already in the bed with curtain closed!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282997334766239730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD6FeATv_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/ZZFoB5JKEBg/s320/100_3007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who's ready for vacation?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282993732835066482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD2zzw_wnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/P2jb9V-qnuM/s320/100_3011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-8108384673676726660?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8108384673676726660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=8108384673676726660' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8108384673676726660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/8108384673676726660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/cruisin-america.html' title='Cruisin&apos; America'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SVD20fBuH4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/KEHEnyxUixU/s72-c/100_3012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-983309637757382840.post-2595556270257832794</id><published>2008-12-19T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:21:52.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite days of the year is finally here!!  Today is the last day before break, the day we get to werar PJ's, exchange gifts, have hot chocolate, and watch 'holiday' movies (this is all after we take our tests of course....yes, I am that witch).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, our team opted for the matching pj's/scarf uniform set by Target (except Brad, but he's a guy so that might have looked funny =)  I love my fourth grade team so much!  It makes coming to school that much more fun knowing that I have such great friends that support me and love shopping at Target just as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Christmas Break 2008!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SUuq2fT6rUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/QScDjWiMB5c/s1600-h/team+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281502841116732738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SUuq2fT6rUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/QScDjWiMB5c/s320/team+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SUuq1zRrKGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/yFQftGUG8yI/s1600-h/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/983309637757382840-2595556270257832794?l=chapandheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2595556270257832794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=983309637757382840&amp;postID=2595556270257832794' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2595556270257832794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/983309637757382840/posts/default/2595556270257832794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapandheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-break-2008.html' title='Christmas Break 2008!'/><author><name>Chap and Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222616168383671249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/R-2dwLDypmI/AAAAAAAAALM/VBilcNsznL0/S220/055_55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0kHaPW1k2g/SUuq2fT6r
