tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11285980283957002522024-03-13T08:04:25.866-04:00Your Daily Davis Dosethe things they say..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.comBlogger566125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-82920093858906795702016-07-13T22:07:00.003-04:002016-07-13T23:04:33.070-04:00another day in the life..hey friends! I thought about doing a day in the life yesterday (but it was cow appreciation day at chick fil a, and I think the last DIL blog was 2 years ago on cow appreciation day... so I didn't want them to be the same.. which they wouldn't be because last time I had a newborn baby and was crazy post partum (hello hormones!!) and now my kids are 9,8,7,5,4 and 2! ugh.. they are so big when I type their ages out like that! :( not sure what all this day will entail but I promised myself that I would do it today. so, no turning back!<br />
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4:14am: my hubby kisses me goodbye as he heads out to work. I tell him that I love him and that he can drive the suburban today because the kids and I can just stay home. (his bug doesn't do well coming up our road, and the suburban is much better on his back AND since we don't need to go anywhere, I felt like I should be a sweet wife and offer.) he said, "awesome! great! thanks babe!" and walked into the kitchen to get his stuff. I roll over in bed, listening to him and remember that my purse is in the car. I stumble out of our room and into the kitchen (total zombie style with eyes shut and hair crazy) and ask him (while he is walking out with 2 full trash bags) to hand me my purse bc my meds are in it. I am believing that the Lord is healing me of my trigeminal neuralgia, but I still would hate to not have access to my meds just yet. I kiss him again as I am sure he is digging my morning breath and he leaves. He is a hard working man, that Billy D. I love him so.<br />
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4:18am I see a snickers bar on the counter that says to share with Drama Mama (which.. hello? is clearly me).. so I open it up and take a bite and then end up eating the whole thing while hopping back in bed. I wash it down with some tepid Gatorade that was on my nightstand.. breakfast of champions. I look at my phone and see that I replied a text to the wrong person last night and they responded after I fell asleep. does anyone else ever do that? I feel like this is a daily thing. so glad that it was just a random text about our evening and not anything important/personal. geez..<br />
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4:20 while I am on my phone, I check the weather, look at instagram, check on my sisters adoption site, and then read a blog and am encouraged by some scripture that I read. I look up different verses and passages and praying that God would use this season of my life to bring glory to His name. so often, I think about myself.. of what I'm going through and how I am ready for it to be over.. but for whatever reason, the healing hasn't come. God is still working and I want to be used by him. I think about the blood work that I had done on sunday after church and wonder if I will hear any results today. my TSH (thyroid functioning level) has been crazy. I think they like it to be between a 0-1, and last week it was an 83! I had thyroid cancer and 2 surgeries the end of last year and I have been on a synthetic hormone since then and I take it everyday like clock work. My levels were off earlier this year bc I was taking an iron supplement for anemia and the iron and synthroid were cancelling each other out, so my body wasn't getting either of them. My dr had said that he has never seen a functioning patient with a hemoglobin/iron saturation as low as mine and that I needed to have some iron infusions ASAP or that I may not make it. Bill also talked to another dr and he said that iron infusions are so dangerous and that if I did follow through with it, that it could kill me. (talk about a stressful situation!) we prayed and prayed and talked to a 3rd party hematologist/oncologist and did some research and felt a peace about having the iron infusions done. I had my first one and it was rough, they started the iv in my hand and after a couple of minutes, it felt like my hand was being crushed and all of the bones were breaking. I asked the nurse about it and she said that iron is made in your bone marrow and when your body has been depleated for so long and then all of a sudden you are introduced to iron, your bones absorb it as fast as they can just like a sponge soaking it all in. apparently the bones were working overtime trying to grab every last drop of iron from the iv and it was so painful. the procedure lasted several hours, then they sent me home to rest. after a few days, I came back for my second round of iron and I was blessed with the same sweet nurse. she put the iv in my arm this time and the procedure was amazing this time. no crushing bones.. no pain. praise the Lord! However, those infusions make me so sleepy. I feel like I could sleep for days after them.<br />
after a week or so, I went back to my dr to check my levels, and was so bummed that my iron was still low. he told me that he is pretty confident that I am losing blood somewhere internally faster than my body can replenish it. I made an appt with an obgyn to rule out anything girly and everything was perfect. my dr scheduled me to have a colonoscopy and endoscopy at the same time to check me out and both of those tests came back perfect. The gastro dr said that there was still one more test that he wanted to do. colonoscopies just test the large intestine and the endoscopy just checks your esophagus and stomach, but there is a new test called a PillCam that you swallow and it takes 7-8 pictures a second for 8 hours as it travels down your small intestine. I had this test done and after a week or so, I heard back from the dr that he saw several places on my small intestine that look like I could be losing blood. He called me in to chat about it and after he looks again at my images, he tells me that they aren't active (bleeding at the moment) and that he isn't 100% confident that this is where I am bleeding internally or where I am losing blood. to say that I was bummed would be an understatement.. I was hoping and believing that we finally had some answers, but God isn't revealing all of that to us just yet, so we are still waiting and still seeing drs.. but I am trying to be patient and trust in His sovereign plan for my life.<br />
in the meantime, I developed a nerve disease called trigeminal neuralgia. random. no joke. most painful thing of my life. was in the ER 3 times in a week for it because no one knew what was happening. the right side of my face by my cheek, ear, jaw, teeth was in excruciating pain. ice would help temporarily but the pain would come right back. all day and all night I would use head bands to tie ice packs to my face and I would just cry and cry and cry. finally one of the er drs mentioned it to me and I saw a specialist who knew exactly what I was going through. I had an mri w/contrast to pinpoint the exact thing that is causing it. thankfully he has put me on some meds that have pretty much eliminated the pain! he tried something a few weeks ago and it was awful. the side effects were terrible, so we just decided to stay on the meds that I started with and they are working so well. I have been feeling great. now I just wait until I see a cardiology specialist that can help me decide if a pace maker is my best bet (which I have been told by 5 drs it is), and that appt is later this month.<br />
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6:32am I cannot believe that I stayed up and typed up this whole health chart. oh well.. now I have it documented for myself :) I think im gonna try and sneak in some more sleep before the kiddos wake up.<br />
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8:15am I tossed and turned and was never able to go back to sleep. I hear jos and levi coming up the stairs. Adalyn is next. they immediately walk into the kitchen and start making themselves bowls of cereal. I hear Adalyn whining about something when she walks into my room and cries, "Josiah isn't letting me get 2 kinds of cereal! yesterday I had cheerios and lucky charms but he wont let me do it today." drama drama:) I walk into the kitchen and help pour the milk and get everybody's bowl situated. I pull out the meat from the fridge to start prepping for the crock pot for supper.<br />
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8:33 ella kate and miley walk upstairs for breakfast. they were down in their new room making signs that say, "no boys allowed" and "boys can not touch this!" We switched the rooms around yesterday. so the old boys room is now the girls new room and vice versa. they seem to love it! I need to switch their closets around at some point so that might be something that we tackle today. we don't have cable but the kids are allowed to watch cartoons on Netflix in the mornings and today they are arguing over who gets to pick the show. levi thinks its his turn and he wants to watch Justin Time, but Josiah has put on Justice League... levi and Adalyn have both already cried today and it isn't even 9am. maybe they didn't sleep as well as I had hoped in their new rooms. I grab me some frosted shredded mini wheats and lay back down. ain't nobody got time for that!<br />
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8:40am the house phone rings and levi answers it.. then he accidentally hangs up on them. caller id said it was my dr, so I call them back and they say my blood results have come back in and the dr needs to see me in the morning. I make an appt for 11 tomorrow. Adalyn comes and lays down with me and asks if she can scratch my back... umm, yes please! she scratches and practices her counting. she makes it all of the way to 100 and asks to start over. this is a learning lesson and I don't want to discourage a teachable moment, so I give her one of my arms to scratch to give that one spot on my back a break! ha! levi comes in bed and is begging me to let him go and wake titus up. I keep telling him no, but he is pleading his case by telling me how much he misses him.<br />
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9:37 I don't smell anything yet, so I walk into the kitchen and see that I never turned the crock pot on. thank you Jesus for letting me realize this now instead of at 5! I clean up the crumbs of cereal that the kids missed and fluff the pillows on the couches. all of the kids are playing in their rooms downstairs.<br />
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9:50 I go and make my bed when my mom calls. I talk to her for a few minutes when levi comes back up to me and asks if he can wake up the baby now. I tell him that he can.. he smiles and shouts, "YES!!" and jumps down the stairs.<br />
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10:15 I hop in the shower to wash my hair.<br />
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10:22 my friend whitney texts me and tells me that she is gonna swing by in a few. levi hurts his finger. I kiss it and make it better and start fixing everyone's hair. I change titus' diaper and get him some breakfast to eat at the table.<br />
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10:40 I start blowdrying my hair and titus comes in my room and sits in my lap while I do it. the other kids are brushing their teeth in my bathroom. <br />
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11:05 whitney walks into my room and we hang for a bit. she brings her little boy eli with her and he and titus play. the bigger kids show off their "new rooms" to her and then show us the American Ninja Warrior set up that they made on their back porch with all of the broken bunk bed pieces. its super cute and majorly creative, if I do say so myself:) they are working up a sweat out there, so she and I come back upstairs with the babies and let them play with the train set while we chat. I forget that I didn't grab a loaf of bread out of the freezer for sandwiches today, so I grab one on my way back upstairs. its hot and muggy out, so I just put it outside on our porch to help the thawing process along. ill have some hungry kids in a few minutes!<br />
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12:45 whitney and eli leave and I sweep off the front porch while my kids are hugging and waving and hollering their goodbyes. jos and Adalyn help me make all of the sandwiches. Adalyn cant remember if she had her sweet drink for breakfast or not and she is trying to convince me to let her have some lemonade. we let our kids usually only have one "sweet drink" per day, (lemonade, juice, Gatorade is usually all that we would have here..) and after they have that, they can only have water. I know, I know.. mean parents. I get the kids situated with their sandwiches, chips and apple slices (except for himmy.. he always wants a banana) and I start making me a baked potato for my lunch. I look back at the kids and see ella kate squirting caramel drizzle over everyone's plates.. sneaky girl. everyone made a happy plate, though! the kids thought that ella kate's plan was the best thing ever!<br />
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1:04 I finally sit down and eat my potato as everyone else has been excused.. but Adalyn and titus stay and help me eat it. i send them downstairs to play and I wipe off the table and sweep the floor. there is sticky jelly and caramel on the floor that I mop up with a paper towel.<br />
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1:27 the playing soon turns into crying, so I take a load of clothes downstairs to wash. the kids have brought Ninja Warrior into their rooms and the little boys are getting hurt. I take titus into his room and change his poopy diaper. I rock him in his chair when he shouts for ella kate to come and bring him his cup. rotton boy:) that baby LOVES ella kate! he asks me to sing "abcdefg" and "jesus children". I sing those to him and I also sing "sunshine" then I kiss him and lay him down. he looks at the cars and animals in his bed and asks me, "who make a mess?" then he smiles and says, "titus make a mess!"<br />
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1:30 I walk into the boys room where all of the kids are and ask them why its a disaster. they dont come out of their rooms in the morning until 8:15 and until their beds are made and toys are picked up. so I knew that it was already clean and now it looks like a tornado hit. <br />
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1:32 I walk upstairs to my room to update this post <br />
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1:45 all of the kids come up and tell me that the room is clean. I get them each started on some school and make levi lay down on my bed. his little body is tired and I cant handle the tears today. the big girls ask if they can take their school work down to their room and jos and Adalyn stay upstairs and do theirs with me. (when it is too hot to play outside, and I wont let my kids play on electronics or watch tv all day... school is the next best thing!) we always have school workbooks ready to do. the kids love it and I love that they have some quiet and alone time.<br />
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2:25 levi kept telling me that he wasn't "berry tired", but now he has been snoring on my bed for a few minutes. I check their school work while Adalyn plays barbies beside me and the big kids are playing quietly in the girls room. I actually hear the radio playing so I pray it doesn't wake up titus. I forgot that I had my straightener plugged in and I need to straighten my freshly washed hair (it only gets washed twice a week! haha!) while I am straightening my hair, Adalyn runs into my bathroom and bends over and says, "did I wipe myself good, momma?" I kid you not... my life is nuts!<br />
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3:00 I switch over the laundry and decide to paint my toes. I have little shadows who can hear the nail polish box from a mile away, so they sneak in and we all get pedicures. jos complains about not having anything to do.. its always someone's job to say that! his boredom disappears when we spot a fox out of the bedroom window:)<br />
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3:40 daddy is home!! and he brought me a frosted lemonade from work which gives him brownie points! the nails are drying and the kids put on a 3 little pigs video to watch til naptime is over. daddy curls up on the couch with miley and takes a little nap. ek, jos and Adalyn are snuggled up on the other couch and I finish up some more laundry.<br />
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4:00 I wake up levi from his nap and snuggle him for a few minutes on my bed. he is super sleepy still, so he just wants to lay there while I go downstairs to get titus up. I grab ty's stack of laundry to put away when I get into his room. he is laying in his bed sucking his thumb and twirling his hair when I walk in. he greets me with a "hey momma! I no go night night." I pick him up and we hear levi coming down the stairs so we hide behind the bedroom door. he sees us and we end up scaring each other:) I walk by the bathroom and see that someone left a prize in the potty, so I go ahead and flush that down since my kids apparently don't know how to do it. titus is still super snuggly and doesn't want me to put him down, so I hold him and hold levi's hand and we walk back upstairs to see everyone else.<br />
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4:25 we walk into the kitchen and levi helps me stir the meat in the crockpot. titus still doesn't know that daddy is home, so I walk over to the couch with him so he can see him sleeping. titus goes over and kisses him and daddy opens his eyes and says, "happy birthday!" (he and titus always play this game and titus LOVES it!) he giggles and bill holds him while I get more of the supper ready. ek asks if she can help me cook. Adalyn and levi are also helping me. we make some brown rice and the kids help me open the corn and get that in a pot. the girls are helping me stir while levi is helping me unload the dishwasher.<br />
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5:00ish I start making plates and the kids get their cups ready. Adalyn brings the utensils to the table and ek helps me bring the plates of food. Josiah asks if he can say the blessing. we all sit to eat and talk about our day. daddy had a good day at work and the kids were talking about all they did. (although it has pretty much been a boring day) its just always fun to sit and eat together and laugh and talk... even if our days were boring.<br />
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5:25 everyone is done and had seconds and some had thirds before I got to eat my plate, but such is the life of a mom:) and now we are cleaning it up! miley starts washing the dirty crockpot, Adalyn wipes off the table and the floor and ek is helping me put the scraps of food onto a plate for the raccoons:) everyone chips in and it gets clean fast.<br />
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5:33 we all (as a family) sit at the table and play the game, PieFace. we went through 3-4 rounds of all of the kids having a turn and they all got the whipcream on their face and loved it. I love to hear them just laugh and laugh. we clean up from that and I start making a bath. the kids are running around the house like wild Indians and then I spy sweet Adalyn under the table mopping up the splattered whipcream off of the floor(unprompted) and I give her a special treat (a cow tail candy) for going above and beyond. jos goes and gets the pajamas for the boys and brings them up and ella kate gets them for the girls.<br />
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5:50 levi is on the potty shouting for someone to wipe him:) he tried to wipe himself.. but it got everywhere.. gag! he is the first in the tub and after I change titus' poopy diaper, he goes in with him. they come out, then the girls gradually come in and I help wash hair and when they are out, poor Josiah gets in. he sometimes takes showers but tonight he wanted to "soak in the tub". :) not really something that I would want to soak in.. gross!<br />
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6:29 everyone is in jammies, bill is in the shower and the kids are having a dance party to Justin timberlake's new song. they just cant get enough and they love it! im contemplating making cookies for a surprise dessert but I am so pooped that I am leaning more towards an early bedtime. we shall see!<br />
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7:30 the dance party turned into hide and seek which turned into drama... so its bedtime!! we brush teeth and say prayers and everyone gets tucked in tight. I tell them they can read in their beds until 8:00. <br />
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8:15 I go and check on all of the kid and they are all OUT except for himmy. I guess his nap gave him a little pep tonight. I kiss him and fix his covers and he tells me that he loves me and I am the berry best mom ever! he tells me to tell daddy that he loves him too. I put more laundry in the dryer while I am down there and come back upstairs and get ready for bed myself. bill is working on the schedule for work and I look at the bed, bath and beyond flyer that came in the mail. its not looking too exciting tonight, so I will probably end this here.<br />
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our day in the life wasn't as busy as it could be, but im sure I will want to remember what a slow and boring summer day was:) I am so thankful for my sweet family and so thankful for this life! what a sweet one it is!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-39106973988726114262016-03-11T22:27:00.000-05:002016-03-11T22:27:41.371-05:00how is it already march?!<div style="text-align: center;">
time flies.. yet crawls at the same time. how is that possible?? the kids are growing like weeds and are just as cute as ever. the bigs are THRIVING in school and I am so happy and so proud of them. the littles are cute and fun and I have enjoyed spending some alone time with them. people at church refer to Adalyn and Levi as the "little old married couple". they are in the same class, and he just wonders around and she bosses his every little move.. and he does just what she says :)</div>
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titus is growing so fast! he can sing his ABCs, You Are My Sunshine, Jesus Loves Me and he can count to ten. all thanks to his big siblings. its crazy how much they pick up from big sisters and brothers. he also says, "booty, hiney, poopy, tootie.. and other "potty talk" that my kids think are hilarious.</div>
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one of my kids hopped in the car the other day after school and was talking about the planets. I tried to explain a way that I was taught to memorize the planets in order when my child interrupts me and says, "uhh mom? you know... pluto isn't a planet anymore. I think it was stolen... by like the Indians or something.." wha????? </div>
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then in the same car ride, another kid said, "mom, did you know that there was such a thing as a bald headed eagle?! well, apparently there are lots of them and its the bird of America!" </div>
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another funny: man on the radio says, "Jesus is the answer to everything." miley in the backseat, gazing out of the window and completely serious, " oh, wow! so 10+10= Jesus?? I always get stuck on that one!"</div>
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Levi is our prayer warrior. he and Adalyn wont let us EVER forget to pray with them at night and I love it. although, I sometimes don't love hearing him thanking God for every little thing in his room and in his brain after 15 minutes, but I pray that he is always willing and ready and LOVES to pray. one night he prayed this: dear hebbenly fodder, fank you for dis day. help mommas neck to feel better, please send us da snow again. it was cool. fank you for alllllllll my brudders and sisters and please give us anudder baby. A-ME-UN</div>
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another cute quote: miley:"hey dad! guess what? I won second place at the goofy glasses contest tonight at church! its a good thing I didn't come in third, cause that would NOT be cool!" Josiah interrupts: "uhh miley? there were only 2 people in the contest!" haha</div>
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Christmas is still so easy and fun with my kids. They love looking at the lights and Titus gets SO excited when he spots them while driving down the road. "Yights! Momma! Dah-yee! Wow! Pitty!"</div>
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Josiah got a DS game, lots and lots of legos (his jam!) and an awesome BB-8 robot. Adalyn was thrilled with her Barbie and Chelsea dolls/clothes, make-a-face sticker book, and fake nails.</div>
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Ella Kate really wanted a guinnea pig for Christmas and new that we would say no, so she wrote Santa a note at school to send to him and bypass us altogether. She ended up getting a toy talking bird and was thrilled. She also got from her Nana Nan's Christmas a polaroid camera (that she squealed and jumped up and down about!) a mermaid tail (more squealing!), and lots of other goodies and toys/dolls/clothes from Mimi.</div>
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Pie Face is the cutest game. My kids love it and Nana Nan was a good sport and played it with them. Miley got some fake nails, an 18" doll, lots of Barbie and doll clothes, a mermaid tail, and a toy turtle.</div>
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Levi got a LeapPad and tons and tons of bug things that he loves. He also got some Paw Patrols and other animal toys. </div>
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Titus was thrilled with his new sippy cup and balls. He was fun to watch :)</div>
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Christmas in our new mountain house was fun! God's creation is an amazing thing. We are thankful for this season that we are here, and even more thankful that He came to Earth to save us! It is sooo easy to get caught up in the hoopla that the world wants us to believe about Christmas, but it really is ALL about HIM!</div>
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In true Davis Fashion, we put our tree up before Halloween and have thoroughly enjoyed it in our beautiful mountain house. The kids were praying for snow, but we managed to have record Highs for Christmas while it was FREEZING cold over Halloween.</div>
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I LOVE handmade ornaments. my tree is covered in them! However, since Adalyn and Levi aren't in preschool anymore, we decided to make some at home. They loved it and asked to make "crafts" everyday. we were busy almost daily making things, but these are some of my favorites. The big kids brought some ornaments home from school and I will cherish these forever!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-11797270979259701812015-12-30T10:41:00.001-05:002015-12-30T10:41:14.495-05:00another year..Well, today is my birthday. It has been hard for me to accept the fact that my twenties are gone. Im not sure why turning 30 was such a big deal for me, but now I want to fully embrace turning 32! To be honest, 31 was a hard year. There was a lot of growing, stretching, learning, trusting, faith building, character molding, trying and hard times. But looking back, it was also a year of God's faithfulness. He worked in ways this year that only He could, and He is good. So, so good. It is so easy to look at a circumstance and wonder where God is in that minute, but when you take a step back and look at what all you have gone through, it is so obvious that He was there and carried you through, so why would He stop now? I am such a slow learner. So thankful that He is patient with me, and loves me despite my worry and lack of faith.<br />
With each passing day, I am realizing how fleeting life is. Just in this year, we have lost a handful of precious family members and friends. So I am thankful for another birthday and another day that was denied to so many. But I also want to be better.. be a better version of myself. I am not all that God has called me to be and while I know that our life is a race that wont end until we are called home, I want to endure and finish well. "Only one life, 'twill soon be past, Only what's done for Christ will last." -CT Studd<br />
I am a blessed girl who is SO undeserving of all of my gifts! My husband, my children, my parents, my sisters, my mother in law, my family and friends.. they are precious to me and given to me for a short while. I am living the dream, and don't want to take a single day for granted! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-60407187447067325432015-10-21T19:47:00.000-04:002015-10-21T19:47:09.197-04:00Copy and paste update! <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">We have had several people checking in and asking for an update, and while we are trying to reply to each one, I figured it wouldn't hurt to make a blanket post so everyone could see. First off, we are so thankful for everyone who has prayed for us and stood along side of us during this journey. God has been so good and has taught us so much during these hard times and we are so thankful to have faithful friends who have shown love to us in ways we know only God could do. Last Christmas, I started passing out/blacking out. It came out of no where and with no explanation. I started seeing a neurologist and he thought I was having seizures. I had an MRI, eeg, tons of blood work and they were able to see that my brain was completely normal and no seizures were occurring. He said that I was probably massively fatigued and highly stressed. Months went by and the passing out/blacking out kept happening. Bill's company closed and he was jobless for months, then it got to where I was having these episodes 3-4 times a week. Still, thinking it was stress related, we paid no extra attention. He found an amazing job out of town and started immediately and was gone for a couple weeks before he came home and we packed up and moved to the mountains with him. We had car issues, house issues, he was working a lot and I was still having episodes. I remember waking up from one of my episodes one early morning on the hard kitchen floor in our new mountain house when I told God that I couldn't do this anymore. I never passed out while holding one of the kids and it never happened when I was sitting. Almost always when I had just stood up, bending over, squatting.. But that morning when I fell on the kitchen floor, I made up my mind that this wasn't stress anymore. It was not normal.. Almost dangerous and I was tired of doing it. I called my dr and he was shocked to hear that it was still happening. (I hadn't really been telling anyone that they were happening like they were. I had to be strong.. I didn't want to whine or complain. My husband had a lot going on at his new job and I couldn't worry him with this and my parents were missing us and worried about me already, so I couldn't tell them and have them worry anymore.) I saw my neurologist in Augusta one last time and he had no answers, however he noticed some buldging in my neck and said that I needed to get an ultrasound of my thyroid immediately and preferably that same day. I left his office, went and had the scan done, received a new car that would get me and my babies up our road to our mountain house (thanks to my amazing family!!) and then had to head back to Clayton. My family dr called me the next day and said that the scans didn't look good and I needed to have a biopsy pretty soon and set up appts with an endocrinologist in Augusta and my neurologist was referring me to see a cardiologist to see if my heart had anything to do with my episodes. I met with a cardiologist about an hour away from my mountain house and he ordered several more tests. I had an ekg and Echo which were both perfect, I wore a heart monitor for 2 weeks and also had a tilt table test and tons of more blood work. When I saw him a few weeks ago, he was dumbfounded that I was able to fully function based on my heart monitor results. I have really low blood pressure and a normal resting heart rate (60-70) but everytime I was having an episode, my heart rate would jump to the 170s. My blood pressure would remain super low which would basically confuse my brain and it would shut down for a few seconds and that is when and why I would pass out. He is somewhat diagnosing me with POTS syndrome, although he isn't fully convinced with my heat rate almost tripling in those moments. He also put me on a low dose of Beta blocker and told me to decrease my water in take and triple my salt intake. He also said that the beta blocker may make my blood pressure even lower (which we can't afford for that to happen) and if it does, then I will need to take something raise my blood pressure (but that may make my heart rate increase and increase the frequencies of my episodes.) however, I am a perfect candidate for a Pase maker and although that is the worst case scenario, it will not be the end of the world:) I have been on the beta blocker for a little over 2 weeks, so I'm not sure if we can tell a difference yet. (However, I have still blacked out in the mean time..) and back to the thyroid... I had surgery 10 days ago to remove the left side. It had the biggest, most alarming nodules and while I was open, they did a frozen biopsy on them to see if they were malignant and if so, they would remove the right side as well. The immediate results came back benign so they left the ride side in and sewed me back up. However the dr did notice some smaller fiberous places on the inner left lobe that he sent off to have further testing. He called me on Sunday and said that all of that came back as cancer. He thinks he got it all and we would just have to watch it and have lots of scans to look for change and if there is anything different at anytime, then he would go in and take the right side. Or he offered to go ahead and bypass all of that and take out the ride side now. Whether it has cancer or not. Bill and I have been praying about this decision and I have a strong desire and peace to go ahead and take the right side out now. I am scheduled for November 16, and although they have said that recovery will be much harder the second time seeing as though I was just cut open, I still feel like this is the right thing to do for me. I still have cardiologist appts coming up but overall, I feel good. God has stretched me more than I could have ever imagined this summer/fall. And at times it was unbearable and extremely hard. But He is faithful.. So very faithful! And he has blessed us with the most amazing families and friends. Yall have shown us love and generosity and truly been the hands and feet of Jesus. He has moved mountains for me.. Just in the past few weeks.. If you only knew what my God has done. I don't deserve His goodness. Nope, not one bit! But yet, he still loves me and blesses my socks off. Thank you all who have prayed for us.. Please continue to do so! And thank you for the notes, gift cards and meals! I know it's hard Because we are here, there and yonder... But thank you just the same. My surgery will be in Augusta and I think Bill will remain up here in Clayton so he won't have to miss work and the big kids won't have to miss school.. But all of those details can be worked out later:) </span><br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">If you made it this far, you deserve a pat on the back. I'm not even going to try and proof read it.. So forgive my misspells and wrong punctuation. Love yall! </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-52581375895763957192015-09-02T16:09:00.003-04:002015-09-02T16:16:20.153-04:00im a slow learner..<div style="text-align: center;">
hi there ol' blog of mine! I feel like there are just not enough hours in the day to keep up with this blog, but it pains me to think of never writing on it again. I absolutely LOVE looking back over the years and how much my babies have grown, reading about all of the funny things they have said, and being reminded of how faithful God has been in my life. </div>
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we had an eventful yet amazing summer that I need to catch you up on-- levi turning 3, 2 beach trips, bill losing his job, our 10 year anniversary (thank you jesus for this marriage!), surprise cruise to the Bahamas, Disney world, bill getting another (even better!) job, a move 3 hours away from home, Josiah turning 8, putting my kids in public school, ella kate turning 9, titus walking, and so much more! God blessed us more this summer than we could have ever imagined.</div>
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I have heard this quote so much lately and it has proven to be true over and over. "God is never late, and seldom early, but he is always on time". when we moved to north ga, we searched high and low for a house to rent. we could only find 7 that were in our budget. 5 of them told us that we had "too many kids" and they didn't feel comfortable renting to us. 1 was a small 2 bedroom house but its price was our maximum budget and then there was this 1 house that was beyond perfect. it is 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, clean, updated, had the most spectacular and breathtaking views that I have ever seen and was on the low end of our budget. however, there was this one little problem-- it was pretty high up and smack dab on the side of a mountain. there are 2 warnings on the gravel road leading to the house that says, STOP 4 wheel drive only. and we have a mini van and a punch bug:) </div>
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we really felt that God was leading us to this house and it was confirmed through some family members. bill had been living away from us for a few weeks while he started his new job and we were desperately longing to be together. we took a HUGE leap of faith and signed the lease for the mountain house and moved in. after a week or 2, bills punch bug broke down and the borrowed 4WD suburban that our sweet friends so graciously let me borrow had also broken down. we were stuck with only our van which could seldom make it up the mountain to our home. several times we got stuck and the kids and I had to walk all of the way up the winding, steep gravel (in tears) to our home. other times, we had to get towed by friends. it was yet again, a time in my life (just like in us finding a house) where I doubted God's provision. I'm so ashamed to even type those words. I know God. I know He loves me. I know that He has a plan for me and for my family. He has never left me nor forsaken me. why on earth do I struggle with doubt?!</div>
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And right on time he blesses us again! my God-fearing, loving and extremely generous family felt led to help us out. they searched high and low for an 8 seater 4WD. they traveled miles upon miles looking for the perfect car for us to help us in our time of need. I was blown away by the faithfulness of God (yet again) and the thoughtfulness of my giving family when they showed me the new expedition they bought for us. at this point, I wouldn't have cared if it was a school bus! I just needed a vehicle that would hold all of my kids and that would get me up the mountain to our house. I am so grateful for them and grateful to God for using them to provide for us.</div>
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so here I am again, worrying and doubtful about another situation. it baffles me that I am such a slow learner. I have been dealing with a few minor health issues, that are now turning out to be more serious than I have been willing to accept. my passing out/blacking out episodes that I have been dealing with since Christmas have not gone away. they are accompanied by some pretty major headaches that I have almost daily. since the move, I tend to black out 3-4 times a week (main reason we aren't homeschooling right now). I saw my neurologist again last week and he isn't sure exactly what is causing this. he did however find some nodules on my thyroid that he wanted to have scanned, as well as refer me to a cardiologist to check my heart and see if that could be causing the black outs. after I had my sonogram of my thyroid they saw several solid masses which were a little worrisome (due to the fact that my mom had this exact thing happen to her at the age of 31 and her's was cancer). again, I find myself thinking the worst and wondering where God is in all of this. I cant listen to the enemies lies any more. he is out to kill, steal and destroy and my God is FOR ME, NOT AGAINST ME. he didn't bring me up to this mountain top to leave me hanging high and dry. he has a plan. he is so faithful.</div>
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titus franklin.. friendly frank.. baby ty.. my last little baby... how in the world are you one?!?!</div>
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I cannot even believe how fast this year has flown! I am so glad that God decided to bless me and daddy with your sweet little life! what a precious boy you are!!! </div>
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you have the bluest eyes (you got them from your poppa and nonny!), a set of sweet dimples like your big brother Josiah, some crazy curly blonde hair like big sister miley, which you LOVE to twirl like your big sister Adalyn, a sweet little nose like big sister ella kate, and a love for creepy crawly critters like big brother Levi. </div>
ok.. maybe that last one is a stretch. you may grow up and realize that you detest those nasty things, but right now you love to squeeze them, pinch them and let them crawl over you. eek! <br />
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you are rough and tough.. strong and loud. you know what you want and you wont back down. you LOVE sucking both of your thumbs, twirling your hair or YANKING the hair of whoever is holding you.</div>
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you could (and do!) eat veggie straws, hot dogs and strawberries every single day. you are crazy about mimi and have a sweet spot for yaya.. you love to wave bye-bye , say momma and no-no and you LOVE to play BOO! Josiah knows how to make you SO happy, and levi gets the best laughs out of you. your sisters are crazy about you and are always kissing you, singing to you, dressing you up with hair bows and calling you Heidi :) </div>
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you love to dance and do hand motions to the kids' songs in the car... and speaking of car, you hate, hate, hate car washes!! you just had your first experience with nana nan's pool and you loved it! splashing and giggling.. so much fun! you are a busy boy and you want to be down and in the action at all times.. although there are a few teeny tiny moments when you want to cuddle momma!</div>
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I am so thankful for your life and for your healthy and perfect first year! I know that God has big plans for you, and I am so excited to see them unfold! being your momma (and your brothers' and sisters') is one of the greatest joys this world has to offer. happy birthday my sunshine! we love you more than you will ever know!<br />
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I feel like his genes are more dominant in my kids, than mine are.. and that is totally fine! </div>
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they look so much like him, they have his humor, his quick wit, his generous heart, his gift of flatulence and some may even have his sweet temperament ;) however.. this weekend, I saw a tiny glimpse of myself in them. </div>
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ella kate and Josiah were both in our children's choir musical (which was AMAZING by the way!). ek had a solo and jos was Fireball, one of the main characters. they both did a fabulous job and we could not have been more proud of them. after the program, we were loaded up in the car and pulled out of the parking lot when I notice that Josiah was crying and ella kate had the saddest look on her face. I asked them what was wrong, and they both started crying and became a blubbering mess. they were telling me how sad they were that the program was over and how it was just terrible that they would never do it again. :) how precious. that is totally me!! I am so emotional, so sentimental, so "cry about everything".. it made me smile that I could see myself, but then I wanted to hug them and cry with them because I know exactly how they feel!! </div>
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so.. back to the kids being like bill. after church on wednesday, we all got home and unloaded when I realized that we left the baby's bottle in the van. I asked ek to run to the car and get it and after a few minutes, she ran back inside and said that she couldn't find it. bill laughs and says, "well, I'M going outside to van to get the bottle, because I know how you look!" (the kids usually cant see what is in front of them.. its ridiculous!) and as he is walking by, he accidentally drops the keys on the tile floor. so without skipping a beat, ella kate says to bill as she grabs the keys for him, "well, I'M gonna bend over and get these keys for you, because I know how you bend!" it was hilarious... quick wit, I tell ya! just like her daddy :)</div>
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Bible story time with adalyn (4 years old):</div>
"When the bad guys killed Jesus, they made him a sign that said, King of the Judes. And Jesus cried and then he died. But he isn't on the cross anymore and he isn't in the tomb, He's ALIVE!!!!"<br />
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Levi loves wearing his big boy "unna wears!" His favorite part is sticking his Chapstick in the front flap little "pocket". <br />
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Me to one of my daughters: "you are so pretty!"<br />
My daughter: "thanks, I know! :) the only thing wrong with me is my hair."<br />
Me: "oh yeah? What's wrong with your hair?"<br />
My sweet confident daughter: "well.. Nothing really. I just couldn't think of anything else!"<br />
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I have people who come up to me often and say, "your kids are so well behaved and you have so many of them.. How do you do it?" Well, this post is for you... <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/letsgetreal?source=feed_text&story_id=10101985875846238"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">LetsGetReal</span></a> We are renting our house for the Masters this weekend and the prep has been no joke. For instance: after I shampooed the carpets, I woke up yesterday morning to find my 2 year old peeing in the box fan while on full blast, then he pooped in the back yard and wiped off in the sandbox, I also am the proud o<span class="text_exposed_show">wner of 3 new picture frames with no glass. This morning I woke to find ink pen on the leather couch, a beautiful blue crayon mural on his freshly scrubbed walls and a huge dead carpenter bee in his bed that he refuses to throw away because "he's cute!" Right now I am looking at he and his 4 year old wing man blow raspberries to me on our clean windows, while the big kids are rearranging logs and bricks in our (clean for once!) back yard to make fairy/troll houses. And everything needs to be spic and span before the guests arrive! So there you have it! My life isn't perfect! <i class="_4-k1 img sp_0FWTQ_K3bWk sx_bc7cb4"></i><i class="_4-k1 img sp_0FWTQ_K3bWk sx_ceac43"></i> and is certainly never dull!</span><br />
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Adalyn: "ella kate, you are not in charge. Momma and daddy are.. And God. He's the boss, and He's gonna get you!"<br />
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I asked Levi (my brave bug lover) to get a dead roach for me. He walked up and said, "awww.. He's cute! Please, I put it in my pocket?"<br />
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Someone passed gas in the van today and everyone blamed adalyn (who is usually guilty!) but today she said, "Guys that wasn't me! This smells like rotten eggs and my toots smell like sneaky feet!" <i class="_4-k1 img sp_0FWTQ_K3bWk sx_4cd62d"></i><br />
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Yesterday josiah ran outside to the backyard to grab something. He slid his flip flops over his socks real quick when miley (who is 6) looks down at his feet and says, "uhhhh Siah?? Wearing socks and sandals is totes lame!" She walks off and leaves him looking at his feet completely confused!<br />
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I may or may not have just hid in the dark in one of my kids bedrooms to eat an icecream cone for breakfast.. My kids thought we were playing hide and seek. <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/iwon?source=feed_text&story_id=10101965888501038"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">iwon</span></a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/breakfastofchampions?source=feed_text&story_id=10101965888501038"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">breakfastofchampions</span></a> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/theyneverknew?source=feed_text&story_id=10101965888501038"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">theyneverknew</span></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-78230550352412655492015-04-29T12:20:00.000-04:002015-04-29T12:20:23.159-04:00adalyn is 4!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sweet Adalyn, you are 4 years old!!! You were so excited to wake up and be 4, but were also so bummed that you were still small. You kept saying, "hey... I thought I was 4! Why am I still tiny?" :) You love anything Barbie and princess. <br />
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You wear your blue sparkle stinky shoes or plastic Cinderella shoes every single day. Ellie and Clara are your bestest friends and Levi is your wing man. You are terrified of animals.. especially dogs. You like them from a distance, but as soon as they head your way you go into hysterics. "Boys like girls" (teen beach movie) is still your favorite movie and you would watch it everyday if we let you, and can pretty much quote the entire movie.<br />
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Levi still calls you Ina, and you never correct him. You love to draw and color. Your happy stick people are my favorite. You told me that you were going to quit twirling your hair when you turned 4, but you haven't.... and you love going to Mr. Don's class at church. You have an incredible amount of gas, and you are so proud of yourself when someone acknowledges it. Miley is your hero, and you are thrilled when she pays you any attention. You love Titus and want to be a helper, but sometimes you love him a little too much and a little too hard:) You are a joy and I am so glad that you are mine!! I love you to the moon and cant wait to see the little lady that God created you to be! Happy Birthday!<br />
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.. and just to remember.. when we asked you about your birthday date, you asked if both mom and dad could go. then, you asked if we could go somewhere inside.... then you asked if you could get sprite and the other kids get water... then without hesitation, you shouted "WAFFLE HOUSE!" :)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-59841530854948800792015-01-09T22:16:00.000-05:002015-01-09T22:16:39.229-05:00Funnies :)Adalyn: "momma, are we gonna get to keep Titus forever? Cause he's SO cute! And can we keep you? Cause you're really sweet! But.... We don't really have to keep Miley.. Cause she's not really sweet to me...."<br />
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Ella kate was drawing a Christmas masterpiece when adalyn looked over and said, "oh, you did a great job ella kate! I love how you drawed that whistle-toe!" (Mistletoe) <i class="_4-k1 img sp_Uv0xZx7Cw5K sx_65f4c9"></i>🌲<br />
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Josiah isn't sure what he wants to be when he grows up. He just told me that it was a tie between being a taste tester or working at GameStop.. <i class="_4-k1 img sp_Uv0xZx7Cw5K sx_b06a34"></i> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/bigdreamer?source=feed_text&story_id=10101745439732138"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">bigdreamer</span></a><br />
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I was snuggling Levi as he woke up from his nap. I kissed him and said, "oh, I love you!" He kissed me back, smiled at me and whispered, "I love daddy!"<br />
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Adalyn was on her 3rd wardrobe change for the day when Miley told her, "adalyn, that dress isn't going to look good with shorts on." Adalyn smiled and twirled around saying, "what? for real? I look AMAZING!!"<br />
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I'm clearly the greatest momma-chef ever. After trying a new Pinterest recipe, I serve all of my kids their perfect little dishes only to see them take a bite and turn their noses up. However, I look at my sweet firstborn who has gobbled up her entire bowl! I smile and ask her if she would like anymore, to which she replied, "ummmm no ma'am. I gagged the whole time I was eating it, but I didn't want to make you cry so I just kept swallowing it down." <br />
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Overheard a conversation tonight between a few of my kids...<br />
One of my sweet daughters: "me and mom look just alike. we are both tall and skinny!"<br />
Another one of my sweet daughters: "uhhhh.. Mom's not skinny."<br />
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I'm in the front yard with my kids when a lady parks her car at my driveway and walks up to me asking if she can apply at the daycare that I run at my house.<i class="_4-k1 img sp_Uv0xZx7Cw5K sx_0b121f"></i> I kid you not! The look on her face when I told her that these were all my kids and we homeschool, was priceless! <br />
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<i class="_4-k1 img sp_Uv0xZx7Cw5K sx_b06a34"></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-85246210115221121512015-01-09T21:33:00.001-05:002015-01-09T21:35:44.556-05:00holidaysI have done an absolutely terrible job of keeping up with this blog. Life is busy and I need to make this more of an effort. The kids are growing at a rapid pace and they are saying and doing cute things by the minute and I try to share them on facebook or write them on a post-it, but then I need to transfer them to here so I can have them all in one place. phew... I am going to do my best to make 2015 a more productive blogging year.. fingers crossed. so lets start back with the holidays. the kids were asked to model some clothes for a friend of mine's precious boutique. they turned out so well, and I was so thankful to be given the images! <br />
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Christmas was great and busy, as usual. we spent time with both families and I think I took mostly video and not many pictures. This was Titus' first Christmas and the kids were more excited for him than he was :) I took video for all of Christmas eve and my video camera died during the middle of Christmas morning, so I switched to my camera. that's why I don't have pics from my inlaws on Christmas eve and no video of Christmas day with my parents. :(<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-20456707432702813352015-01-09T20:43:00.001-05:002015-01-09T20:43:32.981-05:00Miley is 6Miley, Miney Moe, Miney Hiney, Matilda Jane... our sweet 3rd born is 6!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJYcvuKkIJL4aI0DNgbaXmcqAHLAHLRr8PX3j4zMVkaronC0funiHde-3xNk3CyRtsJKjgg0T65gpvCABhLzB0Ci8jeWCblmnTWuVaUtr6wvKZeol6uG8K1cIywByyh9eHd3v63TuievN/s1600/DSC_0356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJYcvuKkIJL4aI0DNgbaXmcqAHLAHLRr8PX3j4zMVkaronC0funiHde-3xNk3CyRtsJKjgg0T65gpvCABhLzB0Ci8jeWCblmnTWuVaUtr6wvKZeol6uG8K1cIywByyh9eHd3v63TuievN/s320/DSC_0356.JPG" /></a></div>
She is so witty. A firecracker. Full of life (and drama). A big dreamer. A snuggler. An all around easy, loving and beautiful little girl. She has no filter, and whatever she thinks in her head, she spills from her mouth. I may or may not have shed some tears from a few of those spills that she had to say about me. She bridges the gap perfectly between the big kids and the little kids. She can hang with the bigger ones, but can also play and entertain the littles. she loves being in charge of Levi and she idolizes Ella Kate. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCdS6-pAUU3lHThcwlYaYZSnbZqGdy-dv5nWesnXPxNQTpU1VlI6fGmKitwnzJd2Qp4kkwbeMHDMiQk8z6kSNlERN4eWyLe7byR7qh1BUZkfWniWU7BBdxVwT6ulHHEsrx5Ba1jiXvOOw/s1600/DSC_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCdS6-pAUU3lHThcwlYaYZSnbZqGdy-dv5nWesnXPxNQTpU1VlI6fGmKitwnzJd2Qp4kkwbeMHDMiQk8z6kSNlERN4eWyLe7byR7qh1BUZkfWniWU7BBdxVwT6ulHHEsrx5Ba1jiXvOOw/s320/DSC_0465.JPG" /></a></div>She is a daddy's girl through and through, but I have never doubted her love for me. She smiles a lot and almost ALWAYS makes a humming sound when she smiles, like a sweet little HHHMMMMMMMM:) She loves her cousin Eve, drinking sprite, eating apples, carrots and cheese. She could sing and dance and put on a show all day, everyday. She can braid hair like a champ, loves barbies, make up and karaeoke. She carries a purse with her at all times and it is always full of random treasures that she is ready to give away. At one point at church, I saw a few little girls with little white door knobs. They looked familiar and as I gazed across the room, I realized that miley was passing them out. apparently, she took the knobs off of her dresser and was giving them to her friends:) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oQU8eD2Ue5UpYQLml3RkUivPoxWn19mTQ6TkL14wHD8e0Z-J0Jfs3cQ_NKTiKcTAhXSmh8H4AgNag839MO6HEP_WQarMgOaKBXBHIk38URvyqGEi9wlq10lX7eLX-t50qtCvH6XdrI8X/s1600/DSC_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oQU8eD2Ue5UpYQLml3RkUivPoxWn19mTQ6TkL14wHD8e0Z-J0Jfs3cQ_NKTiKcTAhXSmh8H4AgNag839MO6HEP_WQarMgOaKBXBHIk38URvyqGEi9wlq10lX7eLX-t50qtCvH6XdrI8X/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" /></a></div>She always has sea shells, jewelry and money that she is dying to give away. I pray she never loses that passion of giving. She is an outside girl and although she is girly and prissy, she can get filthy in a skinny minute. She loves digging in the dirt making houses for fairies and habitats for the bugs that Levi finds. She is a great trampoline jumper and can swing super high. she hasn't mastered all of the monkey bars or riding without training wheels, but she is super duper close. She is an easy dresser... by far my easiest girl to get ready. She never cares how I fix her hair or what she wears. Although, she is starting to prefer jeans and shorts and less dresses and skirts. She is reading pretty good and is a whiz at math! The more that I type about her, the more that I want to go and wake her up from her bed and spend some time with her.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHqIpIavQAwX4oEVh6FwiBy-VuEpi9LIcv_ns9UW_Z_cYcDTc85iPc4b-bwYntinq-VAcMHARW91xydPeGvQanwFC1rY_Xpo39Y8-yBF8H5-xbaQfEGTitwjI2pVDJAMI96ByPXtJOb1v/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHqIpIavQAwX4oEVh6FwiBy-VuEpi9LIcv_ns9UW_Z_cYcDTc85iPc4b-bwYntinq-VAcMHARW91xydPeGvQanwFC1rY_Xpo39Y8-yBF8H5-xbaQfEGTitwjI2pVDJAMI96ByPXtJOb1v/s320/DSC_0535.JPG" /></a></div>
Miley, you are a JOY! Your daddy and I could not have picked a better middle girl than YOU! You have taught me more than you know and you make me want to stop and smell the roses more often. You notice things that most people overlook and you see them as beautiful. YOU are beautiful, miney moe! God has created a masterpiece in you. I love you so much! Happy Birthday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdYQXvwwjjgVDNXEkQ6GWAIjnNzUoy8Op9FAOdYHC4qcwbO_Oz7SN2hDcSq3U4KbUL37QdyvagCcVDZHnSkx7HDDxZvKNRXxA3E8SL1vsVtUjXSYlQHrGw3Dxb0rJ_e9QjJ7q3lp28N4i/s1600/DSC_0979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdYQXvwwjjgVDNXEkQ6GWAIjnNzUoy8Op9FAOdYHC4qcwbO_Oz7SN2hDcSq3U4KbUL37QdyvagCcVDZHnSkx7HDDxZvKNRXxA3E8SL1vsVtUjXSYlQHrGw3Dxb0rJ_e9QjJ7q3lp28N4i/s320/DSC_0979.JPG" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-18445272127231768242014-09-26T22:23:00.001-04:002014-09-26T22:23:29.701-04:00Did I never post Levi's 2nd birthday?Levi Nicholas, Wise, Wisey Wise, Him, Himmy, little man, Leviticus... <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-11B6opa56VA/VCYffuMkQ9I/AAAAAAAAEz0/H6QoL2tmcWQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-11B6opa56VA/VCYffuMkQ9I/AAAAAAAAEz0/H6QoL2tmcWQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You have lots of names :) you are 2 years old and as busy as can be! You call yourself "Him" and you adore Adalyn who you call "Ina". The two of you are the dynamic duo. Y'all can get into mischief in a heartbeat, and what was once a clean house, or freshly painted wall, or nicely ironed outfit will be a disaster in 0.2 seconds. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pYNLVKgF2M8/VCYfhfPXRII/AAAAAAAAEz8/XZTPpzzf1HA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pYNLVKgF2M8/VCYfhfPXRII/AAAAAAAAEz8/XZTPpzzf1HA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You are ALL boy! You love any type of ball but baseballs and bats are your favorite. You are CRAZY about bugs. CRAZY about them! Roaches, beetles, cicadas, worms... All of the nasty ones. If daddy gets to it before you, you bust out into the flash dance running in place and crying. You sleep with a june bug in a jar. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EQRvQEZe2Rk/VCYfimxWVpI/AAAAAAAAE0E/FlwthJoHYvg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EQRvQEZe2Rk/VCYfimxWVpI/AAAAAAAAE0E/FlwthJoHYvg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qJ8Bj9cGOss/VCYfj0fYncI/AAAAAAAAE0M/eahEgYZVooM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qJ8Bj9cGOss/VCYfj0fYncI/AAAAAAAAE0M/eahEgYZVooM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You love to wear your crocs, you love opening and shutting doors, you love matchbox cars, and you still love having your hand in your pants😁. You and josiah are forming a sweet bond that I love. The two of you share a room and he is a great big brother to you. You love daddy. In fact, the other day after you woke up, I was kissing you and scratching your back. I whispered in your ear, "I love you.." You smiled at me and whispered back, "I love daddy!" Stinker. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pgivg06LnJA/VCYflNNYATI/AAAAAAAAE0U/RwnZQuVN2Ag/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pgivg06LnJA/VCYflNNYATI/AAAAAAAAE0U/RwnZQuVN2Ag/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CGfnZE2qtuQ/VCYfmUtbq2I/AAAAAAAAE0c/8EPaCu-D5tU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CGfnZE2qtuQ/VCYfmUtbq2I/AAAAAAAAE0c/8EPaCu-D5tU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Wheels on the bus is your favorite thing to watch on Netflix, you get excited whenever you see a dog and especially when you see the donkeys on the way to church. Speaking of church, you love getting candy from mrs. Lisa's office. We love you to the moon, buddy! God is so good to have blessed us with your sweet life! Happy birthday!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KtXezKxcnlA/VCYfnk6m__I/AAAAAAAAE0k/Ei8emkQQ4sI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KtXezKxcnlA/VCYfnk6m__I/AAAAAAAAE0k/Ei8emkQQ4sI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-57157889263203549962014-09-24T22:17:00.001-04:002014-09-24T22:44:29.747-04:00Ella kate is 8I promise you that I am implementing a new Pinterest phrase into my house on some wall, some day..."little ones should never be sent to bed, because they always wake up a day older" - Peter Pan<br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HjGnEdMEm14/VCOBYWEu2iI/AAAAAAAAEys/jR2A6GPaHwQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HjGnEdMEm14/VCOBYWEu2iI/AAAAAAAAEys/jR2A6GPaHwQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='792' height='792' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />I can't believe that our firstborn is 8! I still look at her with her giant smile, small soft eyes, brown bouncy girls and infectious laugh... She seems to be frozen at the sweet age of 4-5 in my brain. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cVAfP8mP020/VCOBaTwzlFI/AAAAAAAAEy0/YwUK9nnn9i8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cVAfP8mP020/VCOBaTwzlFI/AAAAAAAAEy0/YwUK9nnn9i8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />However, she is growing and I am doing my best to enjoy each new stage. She is an incredible helper! Breakfast maker, sandwich assembler, juice cup pourer, vacuumer, baby bather, baby singer:) she wears many hats in this family and we are thankful that God blessed us with some amazingly perfect sweet helpers, first. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BoLA3XZROwc/VCOBb1L1dyI/AAAAAAAAEy8/ywH4cBRwKus/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BoLA3XZROwc/VCOBb1L1dyI/AAAAAAAAEy8/ywH4cBRwKus/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q7jQjk57qYQ/VCOBdQBVHRI/AAAAAAAAEzE/C4XzU_IfKT4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q7jQjk57qYQ/VCOBdQBVHRI/AAAAAAAAEzE/C4XzU_IfKT4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Having six small kids is totally more do-able with her! She is sweet, caring, wants to please you, friendly, talkative, thoughtful. She wants to be a vet when she grows up. Her new favorite color is purple, she loves eating several things.. My fruit bug, Italian and Mexican buddy, loves sprite. Still spends hours playing with barbies. Loves sending people handwritten notes or texts, can make loom bracelets in no time, has the ability to turn a messy room into sparkly clean and a white piece of paper will be a masterpiece in minutes. She loves her jeans and loves ponytails without a hairbow. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUW2WiLtuGY/VCOBehepsJI/AAAAAAAAEzM/U-P6A_XeWog/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUW2WiLtuGY/VCOBehepsJI/AAAAAAAAEzM/U-P6A_XeWog/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='208' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sFG9bQvxovc/VCOBf-XjKKI/AAAAAAAAEzU/UszRfdQYM5c/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sFG9bQvxovc/VCOBf-XjKKI/AAAAAAAAEzU/UszRfdQYM5c/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='480' height='480' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BhGlsi0-OwI/VCOBhjSSaeI/AAAAAAAAEzc/F5tjf9VmfKw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BhGlsi0-OwI/VCOBhjSSaeI/AAAAAAAAEzc/F5tjf9VmfKw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='231' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bOBxdXHnrHY/VCOBi-GwIKI/AAAAAAAAEzk/KDldF7jQhZE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bOBxdXHnrHY/VCOBi-GwIKI/AAAAAAAAEzk/KDldF7jQhZE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We love our sweet EK! You are more important that you can imagine!<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-18846138147261425302014-08-14T15:04:00.001-04:002014-08-14T15:04:13.209-04:00Josiah is 7!!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qxcMNBS37hE/U-0H2S5iBkI/AAAAAAAAExE/Y6zJmnIVIrI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qxcMNBS37hE/U-0H2S5iBkI/AAAAAAAAExE/Y6zJmnIVIrI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='799' height='799' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-waozHdKwAcI/U-0H4NhfEuI/AAAAAAAAExM/ufhqlX-3hdM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-waozHdKwAcI/U-0H4NhfEuI/AAAAAAAAExM/ufhqlX-3hdM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sweet is the word that comes to mind when I think of Josiah. He is such a joy. Easy, tender, loving, helpful, gentle, smart, silly. He is a self-proclaimed "inside boy". Not a fan of bugs or the heat. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-075ZqQgvZzE/U-0H5pV-0mI/AAAAAAAAExU/-udVZZkO_4M/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-075ZqQgvZzE/U-0H5pV-0mI/AAAAAAAAExU/-udVZZkO_4M/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jT6J8J2U0ig/U-0H7KQg24I/AAAAAAAAExc/GM_CzsVmiZ4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jT6J8J2U0ig/U-0H7KQg24I/AAAAAAAAExc/GM_CzsVmiZ4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Crazy about all things Mario brother, Lego and super hero. Smart as a whip and can master any electronic device thrown his way. Loves all of his siblings but ADORES his baby Titus. Gets along well with everyone. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k4yr5tv2v30/U-0H8svXuvI/AAAAAAAAExk/lMXleL5BXuU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k4yr5tv2v30/U-0H8svXuvI/AAAAAAAAExk/lMXleL5BXuU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lLT7v3xS04Y/U-0H-UAZjmI/AAAAAAAAExs/JEp0H3JBDbk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lLT7v3xS04Y/U-0H-UAZjmI/AAAAAAAAExs/JEp0H3JBDbk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UsMRBKS9dwI/U-0IAGZ-T1I/AAAAAAAAEx0/tBlXt-p_fVc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UsMRBKS9dwI/U-0IAGZ-T1I/AAAAAAAAEx0/tBlXt-p_fVc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='208' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_dVPfGNsR9g/U-0IBkA_ImI/AAAAAAAAEx8/WQAmafUdrFE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_dVPfGNsR9g/U-0IBkA_ImI/AAAAAAAAEx8/WQAmafUdrFE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Loves the color blue, eating spaghetti, anything chocolate and icecream, wants to be a fire fighter, crazy about his daddy, has to have his hair spiked everyday, can break dance like a pro, has watched more barbie movies and princess shows than humanly possible even though he would much rather watch superheroes, peace maker, hurts when you hurt, crazy good memory, eats all day long, gets "froked out" daily, Louie, Brodie and Evan are his buddies, has lost one tooth, has the deepest dimple, charming, precious and I love him with all my heart. I cannot believe he is 7 years old!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5uDAlh3FeoE/U-0IERrNMOI/AAAAAAAAEyE/8p9kKCEPx90/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5uDAlh3FeoE/U-0IERrNMOI/AAAAAAAAEyE/8p9kKCEPx90/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='250' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tVt1OtFwQrE/U-0IGzBSg2I/AAAAAAAAEyM/Aih7sYWnhss/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tVt1OtFwQrE/U-0IGzBSg2I/AAAAAAAAEyM/Aih7sYWnhss/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rCc46swl9oA/U-0IIitaRxI/AAAAAAAAEyU/3xS9PKCxZv0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rCc46swl9oA/U-0IIitaRxI/AAAAAAAAEyU/3xS9PKCxZv0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hb1F9ShwHo4/U-0IKjJEe3I/AAAAAAAAEyc/a0Ba_wMBeeA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hb1F9ShwHo4/U-0IKjJEe3I/AAAAAAAAEyc/a0Ba_wMBeeA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-79577023009759522112014-07-22T21:48:00.001-04:002014-07-22T21:48:41.599-04:00The sweetness that is my MileyMiley was talking about God a lot this afternoon. At one point I heard her having a conversation with Ella Kate and Josiah. "God is everywhere. He is always watching us... And sometimes He pulls my hair."<br /><br />Josiah started basketball camp this week and at the supper table he told us about how he was learning to pass the ball and dribble. Miley exclaims, "yeah, I'm horrible at that! I don't even know what dribbler is!" :)<br /><br />About 5 days after I had Titus, I was bathing the girls and washing their hair. Miley looks up to me bending over the tub and says, "whoa, mom! It looks like you are about to have another baby!" Ella Kate is shocked and fussed, "Miley!! I think mom looks perfect!" Miley then chuckles and says, "well... A little bit perfect and a little bit about to have another baby!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RWrkltVz3-s/U88Ud9-C-tI/AAAAAAAAEw0/yRwN-PDFljI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RWrkltVz3-s/U88Ud9-C-tI/AAAAAAAAEw0/yRwN-PDFljI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Ella Kate: "daddy, me and you are just alike because we have to ask momma how to spell everything!"<br />Miley: ".. and daddy, me and you are just alike 'cause we toot all of the time!" <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-65058632326153889332014-07-11T21:43:00.001-04:002014-07-11T21:43:19.120-04:00A day in the life..I want to remember the chaos/beauty of my life these days. So I'm going to do my best to give a play by play of 'stay at home momma' life with my 7 year old, 6 year old, 5 year old, 3 year old, 2 year old, and 9 week old baby. Here goes..<br /><br />5 am: I hear the baby in his room sucking the skin off of his hands, so I stumble in there and rock him, nurse him, change him and lay him right back down. I crawl back in my comfy bed and thank Jesus for this big, soft, fluffy cloud of a bed. I close my eyes for what seems like a few seconds only to hear Bill turn the shower on. I look up at the clock and see that it is already 7am. I roll over, doze off again only to hear a certain little girl stomping up the stairs and into my room. When will Adalyn understand the rule that she is supposed to stay in her room until mom and daddy say she can get out?!<br /><br />7:15 'momma, is it wake up time yet?' I open my eyes to see her sweet smile and crazy hair. 'No, Adalyn, go potty and get back in your bed. You can read a book or lay there quietly. Please be quiet and don't wake anyone else up.' She pouts her lip and turns back out of our room. As she leaves she sees Bill come out of the bathroom and starts crying thinking that she is in trouble for getting out of her bed. Bill just smiles at her and says Good Morning. She continues down the stairs and I hear her talking to Ella Kate and Miley. ((Sigh..)) I figure my day is starting now. I get up and see Josiah and motion for him to go into the girls room. Levi will sleep much later than the others.<br /><br />7:30 Bill kisses me and the kids good bye. I start making my bed and getting ready for the day. The kids are making up their beds and getting dressed.<br /><br />8:00 Titus is awake and I feed and change him. He is super smiley in the morning, so I pull out my phone to take some pictures of his sweet, chubby little self. I check our bank account to see if bill's paycheck went into our account.. We have to get groceries today! I call the big kids upstairs to brush their teeth and fix their hair. After they are dressed and ready, I get them something to drink and make Adalyn and Levi a sippy cup. I look around for something to feed them for breakfast, but we seriously have nothing. I promise them some donut holes from dunkin donuts and they play while I start some laundry and get Levi up and dressed. Josiah brings me a wad of dollar bills and a handful of change. He says, "it's $18 and you can have it. You can use it to buy the donuts." Sweet boy. He is beaming and his thoughtfulness makes me teary eyed. We head out the door and I purposely leave his money on the counter (my 6 year old is not buying us breakfast!) Josiah notices, grabs it and says, "mom!! Don't forget the money!!"<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034984687270780098'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z6bRCYioZQo/U8CSmS2yXMI/AAAAAAAAEv8/TbLmZyAEERI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />9ish: we all load up in the van and I notice that the trash can isn't by the road. Bill told me that he would roll it down on his way to work, but he must have forgotten. I pull back into the driveway and get out to roll the trash can to the curb. I also remember that our trash can in the kitchen is full, so I run back in the house and grab that trash too. Finally get back in the car and head out. We hit dunkin donuts, use Josiah's money and then make our way to walmart. He smiled the whole way.<br /><br />9:30 I am getting the stroller and kids out of the van at walmart when a man approaches me and asks if I need any help. "No, thanks. I do this everyday!" "All of those can't possibly be yours!" "Uhh.. Yes sir. They are all mine." He kind of stands there and stares as if we are a circus act (which we kinda are in a way!) then smiles, walks off and says, "bless your heart." I don't really like it when people bless my heart or talk about my hands being full IN FRONT of my kids. I'm sure that most people don't mean anything by it, but my kids are gifts! They aren't burdens. I get Titus and Levi in the stroller and have 2 kids on either side and remind them to behave properly and talk softly while we are shopping. EK and Jos pipe up and say that they will be my big helpers.. Which they are! I fill the bottom basket of the stroller with as much necessities as I can. Each of the bigger 4 are holding something for me. Adalyn is holding a bag of pecans and keeps saying how "hebby" they are. I caught her setting them down in the middle of 2 different aisles. Sneaky girl.. EK eventually picks up the small 1lb bag for me and carries it the rest of the trip. We head to the self check out because the kids love helping put stuff on the conveyor belt and scanning the items. I get on to Adalyn several times for sitting where the bagged groceries are. Apparently it is weight censored and she kept setting off some alert on our kiosk. We gather our stuff and head back to the van. I praise the kids for being so awesome and well behaved. They all smile and say, "are you gonna tell daddy that we were such big helpers?" "Does it make you so happy to go to walmart with all of us?" "Too bad Adalyn didn't really obey... But I guess she is still a baby and she's learning." "I am NOT a baby. I'm so big!! Momma, am I so big???" <br /><br />10:20 we leave the walmart parking lot and I see that I have 20 miles til empty. I also realize that I forgot to buy hairspray but don't want to load the kids back up and head back in the store. I go ahead and get gas when my mom calls. I start talking to her while I'm pumping gas and out of nowhere I start crying. For no reason.. I just heard my moms voice and the tears just poured. I tell her about the hairspray and she tells me to Go get hers from her house. My mom is the best. I get back inside the van, drive to my mom's, get the hairspray and start driving to bills work. While driving, I hear Ella Kate tell Adalyn, "no, she isn't upset with us! I just think that all moms cry a lot after having babies." My poor kids. Post partum is kicking my booty. <br /><br />10:45 we are at bills work and I run in, drop something off and kiss him. Titus is asleep but I don't think he will make it home and I really don't want to drive the 20 minutes home with a screaming baby. My hormones can't take that. I get the baby out and decide to feed him in the parking lot of Bonro. The kids put on an old tom and jerry DVD while they wait. My moms calls me while I'm feeding Titus to check on me and see if I'm still crying:) she shows up in the parking lot with a caramel frappuccino and a hug. I love her. I start crying for the super sweet gesture. She leaves before I start the ugly cry. I burp Titus and see that he has pooped... Thru his outfit... And all over my dress. Josiah has to use the bathroom. All of a sudden, Adalyn does too. I call bill and ask if he can let the kids potty at work so I can clean up the blowout that was in the drivers seat.<br /><br />11:20 we head back home.<br /><br />11:40 we are in the driveway and unloading groceries. Adalyn sees a lizard on the front porch and freaks out. Josiah freaks out. Miley and Levi run to it and try to grab it and make it our pet. Thankfully the lizard gets away and we head inside. I start putting the groceries away in the kitchen and the kids are running around like wild Indians. EK and Miley start playing barbies and Josiah asks what he can do. I give him a pile of cardboard trash to put out back in the fire pit. Levi and Adalyn follow him and want to play in the back yard. Josiah is not really an outside boy and isn't fond of the idea. I promise them that as soon as I get the groceries put away, I will come outside with them. <br /><br />12:00 I put Titus in a bouncy seat with the girls and head outside. They want to play with the power wheels but the battery is dead. They are devastated so I run behind them and push them in circles in the yard. That thing is heavy And hard to push. They beg me to do it again. I look and make sure that no neighbors are watching me and I do it a few more times. I'm sweaty and out of breath, so I call it quits and we go in for lunch.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034984710158486978'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o8fxxft2WXY/U8CSnoHpDcI/AAAAAAAAEwE/MDlVIo9OS4Y/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='260' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />12:15 I lay Titus down for a nap on my bed and start to make sandwiches. I hear Levi shouting something about poop. This is never good. As soon as I turn the corner, I see his naked hiney with poop smeared down his leg. Ella Kate shouts out,"momma! I need some baby wipes." I clean up Levi while Ella Kate cleans up the poop on the carpet. What a servant.. I didn't even ask. Love her!<br /><br />12:30 we are all at the table eating lunch. While the kids are eating, we start talking about our plans for tonight. The kids are dressing up as cows for free food at chick fil a. I ask them what they want to wear, and what color spots they want to have. (We don't have any black/white). I start drawing spots on construction paper for them to cut out when they finish eating. The first one done gets the scissors first. Josiah is having a hard time swallowing all of the spicy Cheetos that he asked for. After several cups of water, he finishes second after Ella Kate. I get them squared away with cutting and start cleaning up from lunch. Sweeping, wiping down counters and cleaning up the smeared nastiness on the kitchen window..( something Levi did, I'm sure.) I switch over the laundry.<br /><br />1:20 Levi starts screaming for his turn with the scissors. Which wakes up the baby early from his nap. I bring Levi and Adalyn up to my room and make them sit on my floor to cut their paper so I can watch them while I feed Titus. I can imagine these 2 giving each other hair cuts.. Scissors are new to them and they can not be trusted. Levi is irritated that he can't make the scissors work. Adalyn tries to help him, but he wants none of it. After lots of tears, I know it's naptime.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034984735906498946'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yZuHi4j5gg4/U8CSpICciYI/AAAAAAAAEwM/OQ7xaSG5lA4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='208' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />1:45 I burp the baby, change his diaper then head downstairs to lay Levi down for a nap. He asks for a toy in his bed, I give in, kiss him, cover him up and leave. Josiah plays with Legos quietly in the living room. I walk into the girls room to see that barbies dream house has exploded. I ask them to clean it up and make Adalyn go potty. They all 3 get in their beds. I tell Adalyn she needs to sleep. Miley colors and Ella Kate does some writing/spelling (her choice!) <br /><br />2:00 it's storming, and I know the babies will nap good. I decide to make some cinnamon-sugar pecans as a surprise for bill. While I'm in the kitchen, the thunder is super loud. Josiah comes in at one point and tells me that the thunder "froke him out!" <br />As in the past tense of 'freak out'. <br /><br />2:30 Adalyn is asleep so I get the girls out of their beds and let them come to the living room with jos to watch netflix. Miley brings me a stack of pictures that she has colored for me. She has to show me each one and explain what each of them are. I come upstairs to my room to see that Titus had fallen asleep on my bed where I left him. Sweet boy. I check facebook and remember that I never ate lunch. I go back to the kitchen to stir the pecans and grab some cheese rice cakes and a hand full of gummy bears. I remember that I put the frappuccino in the freezer and pull it out to see that it is completely frozen solid. I let it thaw on the counter.<br /><br />3:00 I read a blog that inspires me to do a "day in the life" post. So I decide to start typing. I hear someone knocking on my door and I look at the window and freak out that it's a creepy serial killer because there isn't a car in my driveway. Come to find out it is just my friend Sarah Beth from down the street. She and her new puppy Millie brought us some blueberries. They leave and I continue this blog post. I get to the part about the pecans and remember that I never got them out of the oven. Shoot! I am a disaster in the kitchen. I run downstairs and get them out of the oven.. They don't look too bad. Bills gonna be so excited!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034984757540407314'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vy3KxZrwutg/U8CSqYoXyBI/AAAAAAAAEwU/vY34cHFJ_KE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />3:45 Adalyn wakes up and joins the big kids downstairs. I have a text from nana. She swings by and I sign something for her. We talk some and she brings the kids some Oreos. We talk some more.. I just love her. She leaves and I try and finish this post.<br /><br />4:00 Levi wakes up (thanks Adalyn) and he follows me upstairs and steals some gummy bears. He kisses the head of sleeping Titus on my bed. He tells me he pooped. I asked, "again?" He smiles and says, "no.. I tootied!" I asked him to come here and I peeked in the back if his shorts. I saw his bare bottom again. He isn't wearing a diaper. I ask him where it is and he smiles, points his finger and says, "there!" I take a big breath and brace myself for what I'm about to find in his bed.. Thankfully his wet diaper is on his floor with no surprises in his bed. <br /> <br />4:30 I spend some time with my big kids and then ask them to clean up the Legos and books from the living room. I come back upstairs with a hand full of pecans to find that Levi and Adalyn have devoured the entire bag of gummy bears. I guess I didn't need them. This baby weight won't come off by itself. <br /><br />4:45 I start getting myself ready for tonight knowing that I should really be feeding Titus, but he's sleeping so good right now. We'll work on perfecting his schedule later. I mean, he is number 6. There should be some flexibility. I hang up some laundry and try to tie up any loose ends before bill gets home. I'm so glad that I got the majority of laundry and ironing done earlier his week. Levi has brought a bowl of pecans upstairs and dumped them all over my bed. Cinnamon and sugar everywhere. The kids scrounge around and gobble them up. I find Adalyn under my bed with my phone and my otterbox in a few pieces. I remind her that it isn't a toy and I start putting it back together. I turn around and see her sipping on my frappuccino that is still waiting on me to drink. That girl. She is a mess. Miley walks in and shows me how she made some puzzles out of paper. It's quite creative. Titus wakes up. I guess I'll get ready later.. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034984775978646274'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wpFBsMceZ9k/U8CSrdUY-wI/AAAAAAAAEwc/jsZYfnpu8IY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />5:00 I feed the baby. I scrape some cinnamon and sugar off of his head. Bill calls and tells me that he is on his way home. I tell the kids that daddy is on his way and they needed to straighten anything up and put on some smiley faces. They start changing clothes and get ready to be cows. I look around my room and notice the dust on my bookshelf.. I really should have dusted today. I will try to do that later.<br /><br />5:30 bill is home and we start taping spots and tails on kids and making little noses black (it's chick Fil a night, remember?) the kids are bouncing off the walls and SO excited that they get to go INSIDE the restaurant and they get their OWN meal and their OWN drink.. No sharing!! You would have thought it was Christmas. By the time we got the last kid spotted up and marked on, the first 2 kids had smudged their noses and torn their spots. We repeat the cycle, then run as fast as we can into the car before we mess anything else up.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034984802048300738'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6t28KJ9iaOE/U8CSs-b4VsI/AAAAAAAAEwk/J6mglI_ADfw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />6:00 we leave for chick Fil a, with 5 cute little cows in tow. I'm sweaty and stressed although I'm not sure why.. We have really had a good day. I'm blaming the hormones again. We walk into the craziness, get their meals AND their icecream (another huge treat!), find a seat, blow on some hot food, clean a few spills, drop a few ketchups, wipe off the table and call it one of the best nights ever.<br /><br />7:45 we head home with some sloppy, sleepy cows and a sweet and hungry baby. Bill runs a bath and I help take off some spots that actually survived the mayhem. Josiah hops in the shower and Miley and Adalyn hop in the bath. One by one they get bathed, dried off, jammies on, hair brushed, teeth brushed.<br /><br />8:30 bill walks them to their room for their nightly routine. I plop myself on the bed and feed Titus. Bill is walking back up the stairs when I hear Miley and Adalyn call out "daddy, tell momma that I love her!" (They say that every night.) they blow us kisses until bill hops in bed beside me. I finish typing this post and hear Titus blowing up his fresh diaper. Bill steals a few smiles and coos while I change yet another poopy diaper. Daddy kisses him goodnight as I walk him to his room. I kiss him, snuggle him, whisper a prayer over him, lay him in his bed and listen to his sweet baby noises as he tries to suck his thumb. He is just precious.. I could watch him all night. I contemplate picking him back up out of bed to just love on him. But he's sleepy and I have a husband who I'm longing to spend some time with.<br /><br />9:00 everyone is in bed and I think bill and I will watch a movie. We have been addicted to Christmas in July. The hallmark channel has been playing Christmas movies all week, and we have pretty much watched every one. But before I do, I finish this post:) I'm thankful for another day with my sweet kiddos! I just love my family:) and I just realized that I wore the dress that had baby poop on it all day.. Even to chick fil a.. Such is my life!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-35247171435847515332014-07-09T15:08:00.001-04:002014-07-09T15:08:09.830-04:00Titus Franklin<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140563336348834'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g-R6zaR-SB8/U72S30JwRKI/AAAAAAAAEuU/POv7tRJFE7Q/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140587634076578'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YH_QDAgTfFE/U72S5OqyK6I/AAAAAAAAEuc/Fb_5lz2Pwp4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140610596958994'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v7cQ1cM7Duk/U72S6kNj8xI/AAAAAAAAEuk/owyjbZCgocU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We had another baby! Thursday May 8, 2014 was a great day. Four days before my due date, we had an induction and it went unbelievably perfect. I arrived at the hospital around 6am, started pitocin at 7am, and after 3 pushes, Bill caught him at 3:45pm! Our doctor is amazing and super laid back, so he allowed bill to deliver Titus. He was ecstatic! He put the whole gear on and we have it all on video:) surprisingly with this being our 6th baby, we had lots of visitors. Titus came out with the davis pouty lip, dark hair and was just as cute as they come. He was 7lb 14.5oz and 20in long. We didn't find out the gender until the birth, so that was exciting. Everyone was on team boy, except me, EK and Levi. We were on team girl, but really didn't care either way. Our names were Titus Franklin or Heidi Anne. It took several weeks for Levi to quit calling Titus Heidi. He told everyone that his baby was heidi and that he was a girl. Poor confused little guy. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140631328691442'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mPrG2hfpqd0/U72S7xcZFPI/AAAAAAAAEus/jVk9rYI2dqY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140654267174210'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tfyE1pH9PAs/U72S9G5WjUI/AAAAAAAAEu0/14rWXU18P0U/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140671729630914'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Mn_pG7bxgqE/U72S-H8ufsI/AAAAAAAAEu8/I40LsXbFovU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='209' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140693684386898'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eDkIkzVodB0/U72S_ZvJfFI/AAAAAAAAEvE/bV1coG30_Z0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Titus is now 2 months old and last week was the first time that Levi called him Titus:) He is such a sweet baby. He cried a good bit and wanted to be held the majority of his first 3 weeks, and I was so nervous. We've never had a fussy baby, and i didn't want our last baby to be a doozy.. but I am happy to say that he has chilled out and we are all pretty smitten with him. The kids ask all day, everyday of they can "hold the baby". Levi will sit and hold him forever and jos and EK are such big helpers! I completely trust them to hold him and walk around. Josiah can always get him to quit crying! Adalyn and Miley adore him too, but they aren't my go-to babysitters:) <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140713186401282'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UrbaAZyJYZU/U72TAiYynAI/AAAAAAAAEvM/Fmv1YhwkNK8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140735846647938'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8KGkRM2MxDQ/U72TB2zaiII/AAAAAAAAEvU/jPZV-7hgGmQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140761390282498'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tAMEv7_Omks/U72TDV9fdwI/AAAAAAAAEvc/LG7FGMbcDgs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140784345879170'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_FnONvs_Sh4/U72TEreiEoI/AAAAAAAAEvk/iFoTrbMklV0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6034140803838356290'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3-6f92P5wbU/U72TF0F5q0I/AAAAAAAAEvs/dCo6z_0TCI8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Titus is growing and thriving! He smiled at me for the first time last week and I melted into a puddle. Beyond precious! He had his 2 month check up today and weighed in at 13lb 12oz and 24in long. 95% all around:) we are so thankful for this precious gift that God has entrusted to us. Lord, use him to do mighty things for YOU! <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-44459471933569353202014-04-24T21:18:00.001-04:002014-04-24T21:18:43.143-04:00Adalyn is "FREE!"My sweet Adalyn is growing so fast! I cannot believe she is 3 (or free, as she says!). <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6006033795814130498'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uAfLzNB4V_U/U1m36nx-A0I/AAAAAAAAEt8/I_Ti6Fk2uqg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />She is so fun and sassy. A lot like her big sister, Miley. Only she isn't as tough.. She is more tender like brother Josiah. She woke up to some powdered donuts and a candle, and her expression to her sweet siblings singing to her made me tear up. She loved the special attention! We got her the movie Frozen and some strawberry shortcake toothbrushes and she was in heaven. She loves to sing "Let it Go" and "Do you want to build a snowman" with her sisters and everyday she asks me for an "Elsa braid" in her hair. Frozen is a family favorite for sure! Adalyn loves to run through the house saying, "it's coronation day!! It's coronation day!" She also got the first season of Full House from her aunt Mandi and has thoroughly enjoyed watching that, too with all of us. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#6006033823392122850'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DpLX1X0Cp5g/U1m38OhEx-I/AAAAAAAAEuE/6eTR94pQtRc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='800' height='800' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Adalyn is loving preschool on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. She asks if she can go to school everyday! She adores Mrs. Stephanie and Mrs. Trina and her BFFs are Ellie, Clara, Sarah, Baxter and Whitt. She loves the color purple, dancing shoes, skirts, Elsa braids, painted 'fingertails and tails' (fingernails and toenails), 'sally and dresses' ( salad and dressing).. She seriously asks to eat sally at every.single.meal. , sweet tea, cheese, any fruit, her little people disney princesses (shake-a-booty is still her favorite), barbies, my pink hair straightener, listening to music in the car and singing her little heart out. (What does the fox say, Gods not dead, teen beach movie, frozen, this girl is on fire and the martins are some of her faves!), she is finally potty trained now and loves wearing panties and changing clothes 17 times a day. She has the worst case of stinky feet ever and calls it "sneaky foot", she wants bill and I to make an Adalyn sandwich every night with her before bed and after the bible story, she loves to pray and pitches a fit if it is someone else's turn to say the blessing at meal times, she loves sucking her fingers and twirling her hair, she loves applying chack-stick and then reapplying it 10 seconds later, she and "him" (Levi) are the best of buddies and she adores playing with the big girls. She wakes up from her nap and wants to know where the "kids" are, and immediately asks them to help her jump "onna trampoween" ( on the trampoline). <br />Adalyn, you are such a sweet and fun girl. Your personality is shining through more and more each day and you are constantly make us laugh. You talk and song all of the time... To the point where we have to ask you to be quiet:) you are so excited to have a baby brother or sister although you swear it will be baby Titus!! I am so thankful that God chose you to be my little girl. I love you more than you know!!!! Happy birthday!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-18249690733409689582014-01-31T22:32:00.001-05:002014-01-31T22:32:02.481-05:00Updates!We got snow!! The big kids were thrilled and would have stayed outside playing in it all day. However, we don't own any snow clothes so they were soaked to the bone after 10 minutes.. So we had to keep taking breaks to throw their gloves and clothes in the dryer.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975267988362292722'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_TcyA5YpITk/Uuxqk7wY7fI/AAAAAAAAEs0/cxAzyiswwH4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I am horrible about having my picture taken with the kids. We have tons and tons of the kids with bill (because I am always behind the camera!) so before the snow melted away, I set the self timer on the camera and took one of me, the kids and our snowman:!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975268030070909426'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ABdNyJIdn78/UuxqnXIf6fI/AAAAAAAAEs8/t5mr3haImhs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='188' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975268045017108082'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MsnjBjBCnIA/UuxqoOz8znI/AAAAAAAAEtE/zirKvsQthjg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It didn't start snowing here until well after the kids bedtime, but bill promised the big kids that he would get them up whenever or started. They were so excited!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975268065303211154'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rt8SeXKREDE/UuxqpaYiLJI/AAAAAAAAEtM/DAmHSpAUAqg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The next day, when the babies got to join the fun.. We realized Levi was not a fan! At all. He kept falling, and wouldn't keep his pink gloves on and was just all around confused about what was going on. What can I say? He's a southern boy:)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975268083771128962'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tmiqZ-GHJHU/UuxqqfLoPII/AAAAAAAAEtU/bkoMQ5zOHqQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Adalyn LOVED it! She squealed and ran and sang all of the songs from Frozen, but then got cold and was ready to come back in by the fire:)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975268093943057138'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nGidXWvCuzo/UuxqrFEzivI/AAAAAAAAEtc/nfCmH5eV1ZA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Aunt Jenna got one of the kids the game Twister for Christmas and we finally got around to playing it and it was a HUGE hit! With all 5 kids:) check out the cute hineys in the air!<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5975268109993966866'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3hDg6jocojQ/UuxqsA3o_RI/AAAAAAAAEtk/h8QK_84Ly_w/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A few random quotes that I want to remember:<br /><br />While I was putting Adalyn's jacket on, she reached behind her and said, "hey! I gotta neighborhood on dis jack!" ( she was referring the the hood on her jacket!) then she noticed the other kids hoodies and said, "hey guys! You gotta neighborhood, too!"<br /><br />I was bathing Miley in the tub and she kept leaning her head back while I was rinsing her face. I told her to be careful leaning back because I didn't want to get water up her nose. She looked at me just as serious as can be and said, "momma... I'm a mermaid. We don't get water up our noses." Duh! How could I have forgotten!<br /><br />My kids have stinky feet. Not really Ella Kate.. But Miley and Adalyn's little Mary Jane shoes are "horrifying" (Miley's favorite word to use when something is bad!) They both hate socks, and since I don't force them to wear any, it is really my fault that they need some odor eaters! I was changing a dirty diaper when Adalyn squeezes her nose and says, "ewwww!! It smells like sneaky foot in here!" Makes me laugh every time. She says 'sneaky' instead of 'stinky'.<br /><br />I overheard this conversation between Ella Kate and Josiah the other week while I was cooking breakfast.<br />J: "what is that smell? It smells awful!"<br />E: "it smells like burn... Mom must be cooking again."<br /><br />The next day I heard a conversation between a certain 2 sweet girls of mine.<br />"Do you want me to choke your neck again?"<br />"No.."<br />"Well, then leave my stuff ALONE!!"<br /><br />I made the kids some chicken fries for lunch one afternoon and Adalyn and Levi were sitting by each other just a talking.<br />Adalyn: " Him, you eating your chickens?"<br />Levi: "uh-huh."<br />Adalyn: "Good job, Him! Are day spicy?"<br />Levi: "uh-huh."<br />Adalyn: "It's ok, Him. You a good boy."<br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-51916083036176317992013-12-29T20:27:00.001-05:002013-12-29T20:27:28.171-05:00Levi is 18 monthsLevi.. You are already 18 (or is 19?) months old! Time is flying by! I cannot even believe how fast you are turning into a big boy, and less of my baby. I took you to the dr last week, (you hadn't been since you were 9 months old! Call it a blessing, or call it a forgetful, busy momma of almost 6!) you were in the 90% for your height and 40% for your weight:) tall and skinny and pretty much perfect:)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5962990163754203218'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yqy4lv-bUuY/UsDL9e23uFI/AAAAAAAAEsU/rVW5HlNrLxQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You are on a great schedule.. You go to bed around 7:30 and sleep until 7:30-8:00 in the morning. Even when you wake up, you rarely cry to get out. You just lay in your bed patiently and read books, or throw out everything you can reach onto the floor. Naptime for you everyday is 1:30-4:00... No exceptions! You will be a bear without at least a 2hour nap. I usually have to wake you up at 4 or else you would sleep longer. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5962990181647093970'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zYtF8lGyIf0/UsDL-hg3kNI/AAAAAAAAEsc/tbyegWBg9tU/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You LOVE Adalyn and have a great relationship with Josiah! You also love your momma but are pretty friendly when it comes to letting someone else hold you. You love dogs, yo gabba gabba, being outside, match box cars, and wearing sunglasses. Especially on top of your head. You love any type of ball.. Football, bouncy ball, baseball.. You name it. You will play fetch by yourself or just hold it and walk around all day. You aren't the biggest eater but you love whole apples, clementine oranges (you could eat 4 in one sitting), cheese, white cheddar Cheetos, goldfish, gummies, any kind of meat, green peas, green beans, salad, and waffles! I'm sure there are more, but these have been your favorites this week:)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5962990202240426434'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zVedx280nqI/UsDL_uOs4cI/AAAAAAAAEsk/pxEXgywdHMw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />You love to shut doors and are heartbroken when we shut the fridge, front door or bathroom door without your help. You have a pretty good vocabulary, and we are working on using our words instead of whining and crying:) you almost always have 2 fingers in your mouth and the other hand down your pants. I hear it's a "normal" habit for you to have, and it seems to be here to stay. We love you, Levi. You are a joy and we are thankful that God has entrusted you to us! There is no other "Him", "Wise" or "Bubba" that we would rather have:)<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-81065951485352537022013-12-29T19:53:00.001-05:002014-01-02T10:12:48.797-05:00Christmas 2013We had a wonderful Christmas! It was busy busy, as usual.. But fun nonetheless!<br />
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On another note.. Not related to Christmas.. Ella Kate called Bill one afternoon at work. We don't have a landline and only use cell phones. Well, this particular day, bill didn't answer his phone and I could hear that his voicemail picked up and I didn't want to deal with her leaving a message so I shouted to her, "just hang up the phone., Ella Kate! We'll call him back later!" She ran to me with a puzzled look on her face and asked, "hang it up, where?!" Ha! I guess I should start saying to press the red END button:)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-21173753638994080572013-12-29T19:30:00.001-05:002013-12-29T19:30:08.627-05:00<br />I was sitting at the table eating lunch with my kids yesterday when they we're asking question after question about Christmas... Mostly presents. I looked at Ella Kate and said, "what if the ONLY thing you got for Christmas this year was only a pair of panties and some socks. That would still be good, right?" Without skipping a beat, she smiled and looked off in space while saying, "sure! I definitely need some more of those!" Sweet girl:) the kids then , proceeded to ask me what I wanted for Christmas. I told them I couldn't think of a single thing that I wanted, but I thought that having some sweet kids for Christmas would be nice:) Miley got extremely excited and shouted, "well, it's a good thing you already have us! Cause WE are your kids and we are the SWEETEST!!"<br />:)<br /><br />The car was silent. The kids weren't making a sound. It was dark and everyone was enjoying looking at Christmas lights out of the windows, when out of nowhere from the backseat, Adalyn shouts, "this girl is on FIRE!!" :)<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128598028395700252.post-59908776706808059202013-12-11T16:01:00.001-05:002013-12-11T16:01:59.739-05:00Crack, snuggles and toots!Miley and Adalyn were helping me crack eggs for supper one night. They love to help and I am trying to be more patient and let them:) Miley let out a big sigh while she watched Adalyn do her last egg. She said to her in her best mothering voice, "Adalyn, you are doing a good job, but you got crack ALL IN the bowl..." :)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5956242152861237474'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sHMCHpXU0hY/UqjSrjWAgOI/AAAAAAAAEqM/FDD0CzSidyY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Adalyn was laying in my bed with me one night talking about disney world. She wants to go SO bad. Then she started talking about all of the animals that we would see.. Pigs, sheep, tigers, snakes... I told her I didn't want to see any snakes because they scare me. She snuggled up close to me and said, "day not scare you.. I'mma stay wiff you!" Melt. My. Heart.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5956242180217276562'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--e3L3n-ClHA/UqjStJQMiJI/AAAAAAAAEqU/YpwqBtvO5fA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A few months ago, I asked the kids to think of a few words that make them think of daddy. Miley shouts out, "Christmas and toots!!" :)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5956242207058443474'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0UETnx6WLcQ/UqjSutPoPNI/AAAAAAAAEqc/wMgU2B7zm-0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The kids saw the Elf on the Shelf movie this weekend and have been hoping that one would magically appear... Well, thanks to nana nan, Jingle is here!<br /><br />Here are 2 Facebook posts that I wanted to remember...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5956242230676535202'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tKkOV2SSz8Q/UqjSwFOnt6I/AAAAAAAAEqk/Y7uxh6-Fgno/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristendavis14/New02#5956242254431420418'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--v5zjxHwiE0/UqjSxduOgAI/AAAAAAAAEqs/9vBh4z3ADNI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801342579497906616noreply@blogger.com0