tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941257345475110962024-03-13T05:28:12.839-06:00Joy Happiness DelightDavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-42097083041112894442011-10-13T12:31:00.003-06:002011-10-13T12:32:49.367-06:00Evan is 1!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rYsYKfySg/TpcuyJQ3YOI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zBmcI23J1Bw/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6rYsYKfySg/TpcuyJQ3YOI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zBmcI23J1Bw/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663046495456682210" /></a>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-48020260820378865802011-02-01T15:51:00.002-06:002011-02-01T15:54:01.395-06:00Wedding BellsSara is talking to me today about her wedding when she gets older. She's very concerned about who will be the flower girl to drop petals for her, she's not so concerned about who will be at the end of the aisle. However, when I asked, "what is the most important thing about who your husband will be?" She says: "That he loves God and knows Jesus." Amen. This has been a prayer of her parents since conception (or about 4 weeks thereafter). lol.Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-48760853523039859252011-02-01T10:56:00.003-06:002011-02-01T11:00:32.400-06:006 Months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg8Hm1AOaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/DhCwfQWBiq0/s1600/img_7371.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg8Hm1AOaI/AAAAAAAAA7s/DhCwfQWBiq0/s400/img_7371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568767040623229346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg8HFsqf4I/AAAAAAAAA7k/24MSyg-Ke6w/s1600/img_7370.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg8HFsqf4I/AAAAAAAAA7k/24MSyg-Ke6w/s400/img_7370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568767031729880962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg8Gj7zK5I/AAAAAAAAA7c/IiX1MWINIWg/s1600/img_7366.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg8Gj7zK5I/AAAAAAAAA7c/IiX1MWINIWg/s400/img_7366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568767022666558354" /></a><br />Evan is now 6 months old! I took these pictures on his 6 month birthday. I am working on teaching him to sit up without falling over. Happy half-birthday Evan.<div><br /></div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-5671488725060039882011-02-01T10:51:00.002-06:002011-02-01T10:55:49.836-06:00Milestones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg68z4_ctI/AAAAAAAAA7U/jrWhYKZ0vIo/s1600/img_7380.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg68z4_ctI/AAAAAAAAA7U/jrWhYKZ0vIo/s400/img_7380.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568765755639427794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg68ZVo_RI/AAAAAAAAA7M/oUKydjigPKc/s1600/img_7377.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TUg68ZVo_RI/AAAAAAAAA7M/oUKydjigPKc/s400/img_7377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568765748511833362" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >Evan got his first tooth a few weeks ago. This picture, the one that looks like he's skydiving, is a great shot of his little tooth. The other is a great shot of how he is getting up on his knees now. He'll be crawling before I'm ready for it I'm sure. He wants to be wherever his sisters are. </span>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-22280813420064034712011-01-25T15:06:00.001-06:002011-01-25T15:55:45.684-06:00More snow pics...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT87mN190eI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DKd_pwipeJw/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT87mN190eI/AAAAAAAAA7E/DKd_pwipeJw/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566233192190300642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT87ldc6wjI/AAAAAAAAA68/Vdxic3U_7uQ/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT87ldc6wjI/AAAAAAAAA68/Vdxic3U_7uQ/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566233179200340530" /></a>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-90548243440205333802011-01-25T14:38:00.002-06:002011-01-25T14:47:09.410-06:00Snow Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81gZSlyFI/AAAAAAAAA60/7cqon-k_Etk/s1600/img_7318.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81gZSlyFI/AAAAAAAAA60/7cqon-k_Etk/s400/img_7318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566226495114168402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81gOumXKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/SEWkEFLNipc/s1600/img_7311.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81gOumXKI/AAAAAAAAA6s/SEWkEFLNipc/s400/img_7311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566226492278856866" /></a>Can I just start this post my saying how incredibly thankful and blessed I am that I have a husband who is such a great dad. I am so thankful I didn't have to stay outside and play in the cold snow for 2 1/2 hours... <div><br /></div><div>The girls had a good time. We reminisced about when Sara was just one and was terrified of playing in the snow. This year she didn't want to come inside from playing. Liza did pretty well although her mobility was limited being so small and so bundled up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sara is funny that she loves to have snow balls thrown at her. I posted the picture with Steven in it to show how deep the snow was in our front yard. By far this was the most snow we received since we've lived here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81fyrvp8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/kEJLXb0qQLA/s1600/img_7307.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81fyrvp8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/kEJLXb0qQLA/s400/img_7307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566226484750690242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81fcMfAoI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bDe5S2hBMZs/s1600/img_7303.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT81fcMfAoI/AAAAAAAAA6c/bDe5S2hBMZs/s400/img_7303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566226478713995906" /></a><br /><br /></div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-9611463589039288102011-01-25T14:31:00.002-06:002011-01-25T14:38:12.984-06:00Big Stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8zc1TUTsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4M_hzbAgqg0/s1600/img_7357.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8zc1TUTsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4M_hzbAgqg0/s400/img_7357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566224234890677954" /></a>Now that Evan's eating real food in addition to his bottles, he is less interested in the bottle, yet asserts his "I can do it" personality in holding his own. When it comes to food, he is very impatient. He is the most laid back baby otherwise. He didn't cry when Liza "watched, not helped" him fall off the bed, he didn't cry when he got 3 shots...but if you don't feed him fast enough he will certainly tell you how he feels about that.Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-68246639206238212462011-01-25T14:17:00.004-06:002011-01-25T14:30:59.731-06:00Evan and Carrots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8xuJc8H6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZSysnJijHVo/s1600/img_7345.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8xuJc8H6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZSysnJijHVo/s400/img_7345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566222333334265762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8xt5B88VI/AAAAAAAAA6E/nE12kh3ZX-4/s1600/img_7356.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8xt5B88VI/AAAAAAAAA6E/nE12kh3ZX-4/s400/img_7356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566222328926105938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8xs8VQXmI/AAAAAAAAA58/5OH4csujdPo/s1600/img_7351.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TT8xs8VQXmI/AAAAAAAAA58/5OH4csujdPo/s400/img_7351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566222312632508002" /></a>Evan had his first experience with baby food on Sunday night. I gave him carrots first, both the girls had carrots as their first meal too. It took several bites before he was sure he liked them. Once he started sucking on his tongue I knew they were a hit. Either he is a much neater eater than Sara or Liza were or I am a much neater feeder (from experience of course). I remember Sara having carrots everywhere. He is so cute and sweet. Sara desperately wanted to feed him. I am sure she will have lots of opportunities in the future to do so but the first feeding is reserved for Mommy. Liza had no interest whatsoever. By the end of the jar he was trying to suck the carrots off his bib. Hungry baby. Thanks to Daddy for documenting this milestone. Evan is just a few days short of 6 months, but has a tooth already, much earlier than either of the girls. He is also almost outgrown his 6-9 month size clothes, he's a big boy. I'm working with him now on building his core muscles so he can sit up on his own. Isn't he a handsome boy?Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-54417602637890470182010-10-19T19:53:00.003-06:002010-10-19T20:04:04.700-06:00Who has time to blog?Apparently I do for just a few minutes tonight - but usually I don't. Let's see, where to begin. Evan, I am so in love with Evan. I told Steven it truly is possible to love two men at the same time. :) Just in a different way. And with Evan I'll eventually want him out of the house :)<br /><br />Evan is getting so big so fast. He's 2 1/2 months and he's huge! He is solidly in 3-6 month clothes size but not for long. He's really been using his legs lately to push and move. He is still rolling over from his belly to back. He loves his mobile and loves for people to talk to him. He smiles more than Sara or Liza did at this age. He sleeps from 8pm to 7:30 am everything! ANGEL! He's only peed on me once but has peed on his face a couple times already. <br /><br />Sara, she's hard right now. She challenges me, is tempermental, bossy, dramatic (about everything), a know it all, too smart for her age but all is redeemed in that she is my little evangelist. She has a wonderful heart for God and Jesus and openly confesses his place in her life. Very cool. She's also beautiful and cheerful and ALL girl. Love it! Love that I have a lifetime of girly bonding ahead of me.<br /><br />Liza is so cute right now. Everything out of her mouth is precious. She has a wonderful imagination, she is equally as smart as Sara. She loves to sing, she has the most amazing laugh/giggle. She loves to please. She is amazing playing all by herself. Right now she wants to be right next to me everytime I'm in the kitchen watching and helping me cook. I love that. She is easily more friendly intially than Sara. She REFUSES to be potty trained right now. She drinks more liquid in a day than the rest of the family put together. She is like her Daddy in that she loves all things sweet and choclately. She has a special style of her own. <br /><br />Okay, that's an update on the kiddos. Such blessings!Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-82291905194015648012010-10-19T19:46:00.002-06:002010-10-19T19:49:09.687-06:00We love Fall!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TL5KhPtMdFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pJH5jbEI098/s1600/img_6307.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529939327469778002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TL5KhPtMdFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pJH5jbEI098/s400/img_6307.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TL5KghDtFSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nLlqd0SlP1k/s1600/img_6340.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529939314947724578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TL5KghDtFSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nLlqd0SlP1k/s400/img_6340.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-51879673382235158372010-10-19T19:40:00.003-06:002010-10-19T19:43:17.485-06:00Birthday plans<span style="color:#00cccc;">Sara is non-stop talk about her birthday coming up December 6th. She'll be 5. Tonight she tells me when I put her to bed: "Mom, I think you need to get me more than one present. I think you need to get me a present, Daddy needs to get me a present and Liza needs to get me a present and you can buy one for Evan to give me too." She's no fool. But so not going to happen. Maybe two gifts, one from Mommy and Daddy and one from Liza and Evan. :)</span>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-39415957083585197332010-09-13T16:13:00.002-06:002010-09-13T16:13:48.371-06:00No kidding...Liza tried to pick MY nose this weekend. Seriously. See older posts. I think she has a problem.Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-74129545744429097242010-09-09T21:32:00.002-06:002010-09-09T21:34:20.261-06:00My handsome boys.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImnEEGh_TI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dLcO_VXnsxc/s1600/IMG_5706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImnEEGh_TI/AAAAAAAAA5A/dLcO_VXnsxc/s400/IMG_5706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515122906954333490" /></a>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-18771779842992735122010-09-09T19:50:00.003-06:002010-09-09T21:32:08.239-06:00Picnic in the playhouse<div>At the request of Sara we had a picnic in the playhouse on Monday. It was a beautiful day outside, a little windy but otherwise perfect. This was the first time the girls had an apple without me first peeling it and cutting it up. Liza has had one everyday since then and if she seems me eating one, she takes it. And of course Evan couldn't miss the picnic so he joined us, but he apparently thought it was a snooze because he slept the whole time. Liza thought it was cool to throw food over the side. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlxn7sONI/AAAAAAAAA44/5enShbR_rbA/s1600/IMG_5636.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlxn7sONI/AAAAAAAAA44/5enShbR_rbA/s400/IMG_5636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515121490643400914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlwhoXVFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/NqwYsgQz2Fc/s1600/IMG_5644.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlwhoXVFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/NqwYsgQz2Fc/s400/IMG_5644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515121471771858002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlv4PzQvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Tdxp0HAaMeU/s1600/IMG_5625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlv4PzQvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Tdxp0HAaMeU/s400/IMG_5625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515121460662977266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlvAB9fGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AeKIJXv7i5I/s1600/IMG_5624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/TImlvAB9fGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/AeKIJXv7i5I/s400/IMG_5624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515121445572541538" /></a>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-77124135868876152502010-09-09T19:48:00.001-06:002010-09-09T19:50:20.655-06:00More picking...I heard Evan crying today, came into the room to find Liza picking his nose. I told her to stop. Liza says "but Momma, he has a boogie." She has such a heart for others. Or, she just likes picking noses. So now not only has she used HIS finger to pick HER nose, she's picked HIS nose too. Just keeping it all in the family.Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-69674737801411077892010-09-02T13:24:00.000-06:002010-09-02T13:25:24.986-06:00Pick your Sister<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Something I never thought I'd say: "Liza, stop picking your nose with Evan's finger." Apparently you can pick your sister. :)</span></span></span>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-36192919854103478882010-08-28T20:42:00.003-06:002010-08-28T21:01:25.439-06:00First time for 5 at the zoo!<div style="text-align: left;">We took Evan to the zoo for the first time today. This was the first time we've all gone together, as a family of 5. It was great. We didn't like having two strollers all day but hopefully that won't last too long. Liza loves watching the animals, Sara loves watching the people. </div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnL9dh92WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_FwrEeSjXJ4/s400/img_5574_0001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510659875824064866" />as you can see, Evan had a great time. This is pretty much what he did the whole day. We did our best to make sure he stayed cool and dry and fed. What more can you ask for? I'm sure it will be a memorable experience for him.<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnL94G5i8I/AAAAAAAAA4I/AXoEgRhHOow/s400/img_5594.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510659882958293954" />Apparently, we wore them all out. They all fell asleep on the way home. If you look in the tiny mirror you can see that Evan is also sleeping. It was almost like a date for Steven and I in the front seat, or would have been had I not kept nodding off :)<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnL-COYrxI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/dk6ifKYrLFs/s400/img_5602_0001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510659885674049298" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-81109644527300370362010-08-28T20:18:00.007-06:002010-08-28T20:33:25.939-06:00The good, bad and crazy from this week...<div>This is the crazy...sort of</div><div><br /></div>1. Okay, this is Liza being a little crazy. I think it's her Bret Michaels impression. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnEJXYNQfI/AAAAAAAAA34/E38kdKW3ips/s1600/img_5551.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnEJXYNQfI/AAAAAAAAA34/E38kdKW3ips/s400/img_5551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510651284237926898" /></a>2. Again, Liza. This is why we have not yet removed the railing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnEIxVAa5I/AAAAAAAAA3w/QlblwCdZz5Y/s1600/img_5557.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnEIxVAa5I/AAAAAAAAA3w/QlblwCdZz5Y/s400/img_5557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510651274023955346" /></a>3. Something unrelated to my kids but definitely crazy - we went to the zoo today and I was shocked by how many people were not wearing shoes. I'm serious. One of the barefoot men also had on a long ladies skirt. It's just strange and gross.Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-17167483472864176172010-08-28T20:08:00.008-06:002010-08-28T20:32:29.369-06:00The bad...sort of1. Liza knows she's not supposed to be crawling behind Daddy's guitars...This is Liza being bad. Her face says she knows it too. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnBpAR4-GI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Imu9dtVafJ8/s1600/img_5538.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnBpAR4-GI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Imu9dtVafJ8/s400/img_5538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510648529258346594" /></a>2. Also bad...this is my poor laptop now being held together with binder clips.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnBonGMYhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/wUxtqAgYUXc/s1600/img_5604.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THnBonGMYhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/wUxtqAgYUXc/s400/img_5604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510648522498400786" /></a>3. This week Liza also learned she can make Evan cry by her crying and then they both cry and it seems like a competition because neither will stop crying until the other one does and then I can't get either one to stop and then I want to cry. <div><br /></div><div>4. Liza peed in the floor twice this week (see number 6. on "The Good" post) makes it feel not so productive, both figuratively, literally it clearly was. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. There is a colony of crickets living in our basement, believe me, this is bad.</div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-82662932346624080672010-08-28T19:20:00.014-06:002010-08-28T20:35:15.780-06:00The good, bad and crazy from this week...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This is the good...<div><br /></div><div>1. Evan is 4 weeks old! He has rolled over already, the first time being at 1 week old.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm9ZLPSwaI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vrtQi1LtfRo/s1600/img_5539.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm9ZLPSwaI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vrtQi1LtfRo/s400/img_5539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510643859275825570" /></a>2. Evan is sleeping 6-7.5 hours a night! Woo hoo! "Someone turn off the lights"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm9YmgvCJI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/vk9ecWTwcUQ/s1600/img_5522.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm9YmgvCJI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/vk9ecWTwcUQ/s400/img_5522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510643849416870034" /></a>3. I love that I have two babies that still sleep like this. Super sweet feet!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm6LTHg5_I/AAAAAAAAA3I/fSu3Y6ftmLw/s1600/img_5514.jpg"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Book Antiqua', serif;font-size:7;color:#002060;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:29px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm6LTHg5_I/AAAAAAAAA3I/fSu3Y6ftmLw/s1600/img_5514.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm6LTHg5_I/AAAAAAAAA3I/fSu3Y6ftmLw/s400/img_5514.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510640322337630194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Book Antiqua', serif;font-size:7;color:#002060;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:29px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm6K1jEmcI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dVYgqDJYvEA/s1600/img_5540.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm6K1jEmcI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dVYgqDJYvEA/s400/img_5540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510640314400152002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. Sara started pre-school this week. She goes three days a week. She had a great week and seems enthusiastic about the new school year. Liza insisted she also have a first day of school photo taken even though she's staying home. Still cute. Liza struggled a little the first day Sara was gone and wanted to be with her. But adjusted fine by the end of the week. Something I (Momma) learned this week from Sara going to school - Sara is my mess maker. Liza didn't make messes when she played while Sara was at school. </span></div></span><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm3rAI-6tI/AAAAAAAAA24/mZCuP_rjoOI/s400/img_5536.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510637568464448210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbSv4XxMy8k/THm3qjHcskI/AAAAAAAAA2w/N1qn2s4m0Bc/s400/img_5532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510637560673382978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. The new year started at church - Sara is a Cubbie in AWANA this year and Liza is a Puggle. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. Liza pooped in the potty this week. Didn't think you'd want a picture of that. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></div><div></div></span></span></span></div></div></div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-78576196176262749092010-08-21T19:44:00.003-06:002010-08-21T19:47:43.634-06:00Rolling aroundEvan rolled over AGAIN! He's going to be hard to keep up with!Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-80059175889060457132010-08-15T21:12:00.002-06:002010-08-15T21:19:27.022-06:00Prayer timeWe pray each night with the girls. Liza's prayers for the last six months have only been this: "Daddy goes to work. Amen." Love it. <div><br /></div><div>Well tonight she stepped it up a bit. She prayed: "Thank you that Mommy and Daddy picked up my toys. Amen." </div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-37414295419470512232010-08-10T20:17:00.002-06:002010-08-10T20:21:30.416-06:00Some LamiBoth girls like salami, I love that Liza calls it some lami instead of saying salami.Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-5226769477771133982010-08-06T19:27:00.002-06:002010-08-06T19:29:48.560-06:001 week old<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">Evan rolled over today from his belly to his back. Steven and I both were blessed to witness it. It is safe to say he did not enjoy tummy time today. He slept 6 hours last night which was wonderful although we didn't have the opportunity to enjoy it because Liza cried all night. She is having a little trouble adjusting. Glad I waited to start potty training her. </span>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-894125734547511096.post-47329962964265836252010-08-05T20:31:00.002-06:002010-08-05T20:44:10.785-06:00Our newest additionEvan was born on July 29th at 11:58 p.m. after 17 hours of labor. We didn't find out ahead of time the gender of the baby but we both assumed we would have another little girl. We were genuinely surprised that we now have a little boy. We are so excited to begin this new adventure of parenting a little boy. <div><br /></div><div>The title of the blog is now changing to Joy Happiness and Delight. When Sara was born I started calling her Joy occasionally because that word best described how she made me feel. Next Liza came along and essentially named herself Happiness because that is just her personality and the mood around her. I have chosen the word Delight for our Evan. I was inspired by the verse "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4. So, now our blog is titled Joy, Happiness and Delight :) </div>Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01923577531365823944noreply@blogger.com0