tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32355134643634030402024-03-12T20:31:46.863-05:00Life as Connor and Colby's MomThere is no greater privilege in living than bringing a tiny new human being into the world and then trying to raise him or her properly during the next eighteen years.Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-68954167857216373542010-11-22T00:51:00.002-06:002010-11-22T01:02:01.119-06:00Praying...<span style="font-size:130%;">I pray for my boys daily but the other night I realized that I rarely pray over them. So, I thought why not do it now. I took that opportunity to pray over each of them. I prayed for guidance, patience, their faith, future wives, health and anything else you can think of. I want to make this a reoccurring thing. </span><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 4:6-7). </span></strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-84807166120444565672010-08-08T14:11:00.005-05:002010-08-31T16:17:32.662-05:00HomeschoolingI've struggled with the decision to home school or not to home school this past year. I would pray every night for God to show me what I needed to do. Around February Connor started showing signs of anxiety when I would drop him off at preschool. He was nervous doing his school work and he didn't want to stay at preschool. He loved his teacher and all the kids in his class but I just knew something was wrong. I asked him every day if a kid was making fun of him or what was happening at school to make him so nervous. Dropping him off at school broke my heart. There were some days I would get back in my car and just cry because my baby was hurting and I didn't know how to help him. Thank God for a friend that has a daughter with anxiety, she helped me through those moments more than she will ever know. Trust me, I got advice from people who had no clue what they were talking about..."just whoop it out'em" has to be my favorite. Seriously, I bit my tongue and walked away after that one.<br />The homeschooling material arrived today and we will start school next week. Connor was so excited! I hope to blog my homeschooling journey because there are so many misconceptions about homeschooling. With this said...let the journey begin! :)Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-56368957217705682592010-08-08T13:48:00.002-05:002010-08-08T14:01:20.739-05:00Where have I been????<span style="font-size:130%;">Hello everyone, I know it's been a long time since I've blogged but with the world of facebook, who needs to blog? I've missed blogging and decided it was something I needed to do again. So, let me fill you in on what's been going on in our lives.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">After a year long wait we opened up a Sears Hometown Store in Jan. 2010. My husband has always wanted to own a business and God opened up the right doors which allowed him to do just that. We have been in business for 7 months and he loves every minute of it. We have two of the best guys working with us, I feel like we have our own little Sears family. God has blessed us so much with everything and we just want to have a business that glorifies Him!</span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-77463078149189244242009-02-03T16:50:00.003-06:002009-02-03T17:05:39.773-06:00Christmas with Pawpaw and Nana<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMprd2FyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uaxQjyTbIb0/s1600-h/100_1942.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298709978015995682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMprd2FyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uaxQjyTbIb0/s200/100_1942.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The presents at Pawpaw and Nana's house.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMpb-J62I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/klFS_lnLUk0/s1600-h/100_1948.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298709973856545634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMpb-J62I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/klFS_lnLUk0/s200/100_1948.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with his Karaoke machine Uncle Boo and Ms. Robin got him.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMpeRr-TI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KYBpQKRXpFw/s1600-h/100_1951.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298709974475340082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMpeRr-TI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KYBpQKRXpFw/s200/100_1951.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Leaving cookies and milk for Santa.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLPWZdPhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FsnVFNHrxIE/s1600-h/100_1958.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298708426172218898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLPWZdPhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FsnVFNHrxIE/s200/100_1958.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Christmas morning at Pawpaw and Nana's house. </div><div>My boys were sleeping GOOD!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLPNpPMuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vzKloXNNqPY/s1600-h/100_1957.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298708423822488290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLPNpPMuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vzKloXNNqPY/s200/100_1957.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLPlRsiWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/l3jacnyICgE/s1600-h/100_1961.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298708430166198626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLPlRsiWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/l3jacnyICgE/s200/100_1961.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Looking at everything Santa brought.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLP4hTx0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/qiFiuWBFbG0/s1600-h/100_1962.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298708435331958594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLP4hTx0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/qiFiuWBFbG0/s200/100_1962.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Colby taking his lion out for a drive.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLP35BjFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UJxAanMLq2Y/s1600-h/100_1965.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298708435162991698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjLP35BjFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UJxAanMLq2Y/s200/100_1965.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Eating Nana pancakes and loving it!!!</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMpKnhpaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1LxOZeruMgg/s1600-h/100_1974.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298709969198228898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMpKnhpaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1LxOZeruMgg/s200/100_1974.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Opening presents at Nene Penfield's house</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMo0E0iZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yH9fBqm4S0s/s1600-h/100_1969.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298709963147086226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjMo0E0iZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yH9fBqm4S0s/s200/100_1969.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor opening Slinky Dog.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-37837857539771123312009-02-03T16:32:00.004-06:002009-02-03T16:49:38.009-06:00Colby Standing Up<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyuXM1Fdl5GNWhzqlfzndJYjr5Gl-jrx0vMdwHMpkwae56GjLRakvjIUMhXnNyYAHXoLWz3wY_XjeRlc-8PHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-53739995450249495622009-02-03T16:16:00.005-06:002009-02-03T16:48:06.314-06:009 and 10 Months Old<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjCkhJxGLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2B5CRGofw4o/s1600-h/100_1713.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298698894231804082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjCkhJxGLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2B5CRGofw4o/s200/100_1713.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can't seem to get these blogs done for some reason but I'm going to catch up before I forget. All of Colby's milestones for 9 months:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><ul><br /><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Getting more and more vocal</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">I left him for the first time ever!!! We went to Vegas for a week without ours kids. It was really scary b/c we tried letting him stay the night with Noni and Papa twice before we left and one of those nights they brought him back to us b/c he would not stop crying.</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Eats everything you put in his mouth and stuff he finds on the floor!!</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Loved Christmas</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Loves playing with all of his toys</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Brought in the New Year at the annual party at Aunt Bibi and Uncle BryBry's house</span></div></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Took his first Santa pictures at Cowens<br /></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I really should keep up with this stuff b/c I know I'm forgetting stuff.</span></p><br /><br /><p></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjER8fuTaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gOXYepnfQT4/s1600-h/100_2653.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298700774177394082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SYjER8fuTaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gOXYepnfQT4/s200/100_2653.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Colby's 10 month milestones:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Standing up in the middle of the floor</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Loved going down the slide at the park</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Started dancing when music comes on</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Started waving bye bye</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Loves eating still...as long as it is not baby food</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Follows me everywhere I go</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Loves playing with his brother</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Getting another bottom tooth</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Loves to snuggle when he is sleeping</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Loves taking a bath with his brother</span></li></ul><p><br /></p>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-77640637268423727342009-01-22T12:07:00.003-06:002009-01-25T14:48:14.922-06:00Play Group<span style="font-size:130%;">I've been thinking about starting play group back for a while now but I keep telling myself I don't have time to be in charge of that. So here I am throwing out the question to everyone. Would anyone be interested in coming to play group? I'm thinking once a month for now. I know we can go to Tiny Town on Tuesdays in the morning and maybe we could do lunch afterwards. I was just curious if anyone would even be interested. I know I can commit to once a month, can you? </span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-52522128271326565922009-01-20T13:45:00.004-06:002009-01-20T13:53:26.497-06:00And the winner is...<span style="font-size:130%;">ME!!!!!! I am the winner of a brand new </span><a href="http://us.lge.com/laundry/steam/"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>HE washer and dryer</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. I tried to wait until they came in to make the big announcement but I can't stand it anymore. We went to a Sears Hometown Celebration in Las Vegas and I won the grand prize. I was so excited and so shocked, I never win anything. They should be here in the next week. YAY The guy from LG told me this will cut my washing time in half. The link is the exact one I will get. As soon as I get them set up I will take pics and let you know how long it takes me to do laundry. :)</span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-57733245706024269672009-01-20T12:11:00.003-06:002009-01-20T12:16:36.833-06:00Save the Date<span style="font-size:130%;">Ladies mark your calendars...Women of Faith will be in Shreveport, LA on March 27-28. Click here to check it out </span><a href="http://www.womenoffaith.com/shreveport/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.womenoffaith.com/shreveport/</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I know I will be there, will you?</span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-88409580041798185712009-01-01T21:21:00.002-06:002009-01-01T21:26:00.374-06:00Prayer Needed<span style="font-size:130%;">Okay...this may sound really silly to some people but I really need some prayer on Saturday. I'm leaving to go to Vegas for a week and I have to leave my babies here with their grandparents. I know they are in good hands and will be taken care of but I've never left my babies for this long. I'm sure there will be a few tears involved but I will try not to cry in front of them. Connor is not really sure what is happening yet but he will figure it out on Saturday. If you can just say a little prayer this week for our family I would really appreciate it. Happy New Year!!!!</span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-11990796785525063462008-12-09T14:44:00.002-06:002008-12-09T14:56:55.551-06:00Preschool Fun<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwAvCkZ9waI-G9peg0E5_QmOZ-Qr-MSQa8GTFrGwnzjRl66QPsccdAAUMBQJ89EP5j6YHrOE40sBAeATEMarg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-48936010903954335882008-12-09T14:33:00.004-06:002008-12-09T14:43:40.654-06:00Fall Feast<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XoAmvCjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dWh779DUT44/s1600-h/100_1636.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277892895682005554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XoAmvCjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dWh779DUT44/s200/100_1636.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I made Connor's class turkey leg hats for the feast. Gotta love Family Fun magazine.<br /><br /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XocBdnXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eK9j3zEu81w/s1600-h/100_1639.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277892903041867122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XocBdnXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eK9j3zEu81w/s200/100_1639.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor enjoying the feast.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XpK9FDfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/r-4tgFLyB9o/s1600-h/100_1642.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277892915639946738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XpK9FDfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/r-4tgFLyB9o/s200/100_1642.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He loved eating the corn and grapes.<br /><br /><div> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XpToMEZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9prJaHbl-80/s1600-h/100_1650.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277892917968245138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7XpToMEZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9prJaHbl-80/s200/100_1650.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Eating the cool whip off the pie.<br /><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Xp5xe6wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ik8speyPdG4/s1600-h/100_1654.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277892928207776514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Xp5xe6wI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ik8speyPdG4/s200/100_1654.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Turkey cupcakes I made for his class. They didn't turn out just the way I wanted but they were cute.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-51515286867139396692008-12-09T14:21:00.003-06:002008-12-09T14:33:19.597-06:00Riding Horses<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7UsUb6prI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qp8iRy1J4DU/s1600-h/100_1625.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277889671189931698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7UsUb6prI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qp8iRy1J4DU/s200/100_1625.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rachel riding Madonna<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7UrHbheSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zcQdm5bg0vM/s1600-h/100_1603.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277889650518751522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7UrHbheSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zcQdm5bg0vM/s200/100_1603.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor and Rachel riding Madonna<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7UsHVb6GI/AAAAAAAAAYU/HrD1W7nxxsA/s1600-h/100_1620.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277889667673090146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7UsHVb6GI/AAAAAAAAAYU/HrD1W7nxxsA/s200/100_1620.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor riding by himself with Uncle Boo and Mrs. Robin close by<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Uri-ZpwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qCnKEDU-sOs/s1600-h/100_1611.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277889657912796930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Uri-ZpwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qCnKEDU-sOs/s200/100_1611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rachel and Connor again with Mrs. Robin<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Us-qkBxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DzH4OpOnpL0/s1600-h/100_1631.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277889682525652754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Us-qkBxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DzH4OpOnpL0/s200/100_1631.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I even decided to take a little ride. It was a very short ride.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We had a great time riding horses with Mrs. Robin and Uncle Boo. She has some beautiful land and horses. Connor can't wait to go riding again.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-58811544463911592202008-12-09T14:11:00.003-06:002008-12-09T14:20:59.916-06:008 Months Old<span style="font-size:130%;">Colby is 8 months old now and is doing more and more every day. Here a few milestones:<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">army crawls (really fast)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">says mamamamama</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">gives sugar with his mouth wide open</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">will crawl on his hands and knees also</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">ate his first Nana pancake and loved it</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">plays cars with his brother</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">still hates baby food</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">pulls up on everything</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">will stand up in the middle of the floor with his hands still on the floor</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">crys when he doesn't see his mommy (attachment issues)</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size:130%;">These are just a few things he has started doing. Here a few pictures of him at 8 months.</span></p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7RmGNYnkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8kH5nJrOAtE/s1600-h/100_1576.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277886265756786242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7RmGNYnkI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8kH5nJrOAtE/s200/100_1576.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Playing at Pawpaw and Nana's house<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Rm220sTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZchVDnCIRMw/s1600-h/100_1581.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277886278815494450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Rm220sTI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ZchVDnCIRMw/s200/100_1581.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Rnb_nLlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GvPUdNtIWa4/s1600-h/100_1583.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277886288784469586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Rnb_nLlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GvPUdNtIWa4/s200/100_1583.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />His first pancake<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Rno7RalI/AAAAAAAAAX8/quNZHQ91ijA/s1600-h/100_1584.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277886292255926866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Rno7RalI/AAAAAAAAAX8/quNZHQ91ijA/s200/100_1584.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Eating his first pancake<br /><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-91141386279899982692008-12-09T14:00:00.003-06:002008-12-09T14:10:59.771-06:00Fall Festival<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PdvE2uMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_QEDzTK30RU/s1600-h/100_1533.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277883923084785858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PdvE2uMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_QEDzTK30RU/s200/100_1533.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Buzz Lightyear and Mickey Mouse (I know...they are so cute)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PeIZ_hPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mrJQ5Yf94z0/s1600-h/100_1536.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277883929884329202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PeIZ_hPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mrJQ5Yf94z0/s200/100_1536.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lily being the cutest little pink bunny I've ever seen. (since Lisa never blogs)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Pe0yBgxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Fkp1Pi-THBg/s1600-h/100_1543.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277883941796283154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7Pe0yBgxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Fkp1Pi-THBg/s200/100_1543.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor with his girlfriend Lauren, that he will not talk to but always talk about.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PeZVCi6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/GJ6uLpeYiPg/s1600-h/100_1538.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277883934426958754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PeZVCi6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/GJ6uLpeYiPg/s200/100_1538.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Colby enjoying a nice nap on his Uncle Keith.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PfAScpkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HvtwlemQ3rE/s1600-h/100_1556.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277883944885069378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7PfAScpkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HvtwlemQ3rE/s200/100_1556.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Colby eating his first sucker.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-24406951517234865772008-12-09T13:48:00.003-06:002008-12-09T14:00:09.692-06:00Papa Simpson's Farm<span style="font-size:130%;">The Tuesday before Halloween Connor's preschool class went to Papa Simpson's Farm. It was so nice out there and the kids loved it. Here a few pics from that day:</span> <div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NXZ4OucI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YXjNYljhhiU/s1600-h/100_1446.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277881615292217794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NXZ4OucI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YXjNYljhhiU/s200/100_1446.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Showing the pig to his little brother</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NX-bTNjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-g3xTzYN-lY/s1600-h/100_1457.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277881625102988850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NX-bTNjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-g3xTzYN-lY/s200/100_1457.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Milking a cow<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NYSHuLNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-11hGqev9_o/s1600-h/100_1507.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277881630389578962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NYSHuLNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-11hGqev9_o/s200/100_1507.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Posing with Nana and Colby<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NY2t0yYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JSWe_qtFsIc/s1600-h/100_1511.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277881640213072258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7NY2t0yYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JSWe_qtFsIc/s200/100_1511.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Connor's preschool class</div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-82677677450708400992008-12-09T13:43:00.002-06:002008-12-09T13:48:19.442-06:00Pumpkin Time<span style="font-size:130%;">Okay...I'm going to play catch up. This is how we decided to carve our pumpkins this year. Yes, we cheated and it was really fun and EASY. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277878982169279154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7K-IuzOrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gTA-NUR1c6Y/s320/100_1428.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277878989104307522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/ST7K-ikPXUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OjjeRh2tMLE/s320/100_1429.jpg" border="0" /></span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-9474284152218351902008-11-25T16:25:00.002-06:002008-11-25T16:46:43.208-06:00I'm TIRED...not hungry<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysOypc8sUTFNRGm3LyCHPYc3cLpMjSy-AbkYUpferkk69jD2rg_2GAJ5X2Ue3M_x89YqJj3F7yiEzRpotnKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-46769493220676003612008-11-23T15:32:00.002-06:002008-11-23T15:41:04.205-06:00Tales from Preschool<span style="font-size:130%;">I saw Mrs. Amanda the other day and she told me Connor would not listen to her the other day and this is how the conversation went.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mrs Amanda: Connor you are not being a good listener today, do you have dirt in your ears?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Connor: No, Ma'am I had a squirrel in my ear and I already went to the doctor for it. (there is a story behind this)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A few weeks after Colby was born we went to see Horton Hears a Who and all the way home from the Boardwalk he cried b/c he had a squirrel in his ear. So, I took him to the doctor and sure enough he had an ear infection. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Connor loves preschool and he loves Mrs. Amanda. Everyday he comes home and tells me all about his day and who got in trouble. He will name everyone in his class and tell us all about them. There is one girl in Mrs. Lisa's class that he calls that bad girl. LOL Who knows what she does. </span>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-2417389626093498182008-11-19T22:19:00.002-06:002008-11-19T22:20:26.937-06:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SSTlhJJzjHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BVutI5z_AKI/s1600-h/100_1294.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270589821485812850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SSTlhJJzjHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BVutI5z_AKI/s320/100_1294.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-49537240686087178602008-11-05T15:53:00.003-06:002008-11-05T15:59:10.644-06:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SRIXJUR-kPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_XU0tpaanCk/s1600-h/100_1314.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265296363179905266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SRIXJUR-kPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_XU0tpaanCk/s320/100_1314.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SRIWLiQm11I/AAAAAAAAAVk/BOakGdZyHnM/s1600-h/100_1312.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-14069270921951731282008-10-29T09:59:00.001-05:002008-10-29T10:02:10.653-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQh66PFwOaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/k3F779NzF6E/s1600-h/100_1253.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262591305484089762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQh66PFwOaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/k3F779NzF6E/s320/100_1253.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-85961860143589506062008-10-24T16:54:00.002-05:002008-10-24T17:05:51.356-05:00The Sweet Sound of Laughter<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx7fFk6fmzqAz7eD6WoBhwv97OSdD4YISUfQlI3uVyahWUTxuBdtuK2ACKO9pip8yLpMlQqsrxeBzpLnNeoXA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-77334732813244685762008-10-24T16:11:00.002-05:002008-10-24T16:20:06.695-05:00Fall Fun Day<span style="font-size:130%;">Connor had Fall Fun Day at preschool today and it was so much fun. They got to dress up like something you would find on a farm and luckily Connor's chicken costume from last year still fit. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI61VIsLKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/khKegX4p1Mk/s1600-h/100_1401.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260832002603232418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI61VIsLKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/khKegX4p1Mk/s200/100_1401.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor in his chicken costume<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI62cDj3lI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vkIrpmA3IVk/s1600-h/100_1405.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260832021640633938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI62cDj3lI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vkIrpmA3IVk/s200/100_1405.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Uncle Keith giving Connor a ride. I don't know why they wasted money on a bouncy thing, Uncle Keith came over and gave all the kids a ride.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI61pUGPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kq0LMBOrprE/s1600-h/100_1403.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260832008019786770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI61pUGPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kq0LMBOrprE/s200/100_1403.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor with his friend Jessie. Notice they are holding hands...I only allowed this b/c I know her parents.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI62Bofj0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Wati_KLRXWQ/s1600-h/100_1404.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260832014547783490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI62Bofj0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Wati_KLRXWQ/s200/100_1404.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Connor and Livy (Jessie wanted in the picture too)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI62rBTrrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-6zl5-hdA70/s1600-h/100_1407.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260832025657716402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI62rBTrrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-6zl5-hdA70/s200/100_1407.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The kids going out to the hay rideLife as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235513464363403040.post-41654443665070667142008-10-24T15:59:00.002-05:002008-10-24T16:10:59.651-05:00Tiny Town and The Boardwalk<span style="font-size:130%;">Colby went to play at Tiny Town for the first time last week. He loved standing up and trying to crawl around. He also loved watching all the kids running around.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI3_ldbAfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ElkTsMe4vQs/s1600-h/100_1391.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828880248963570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI3_ldbAfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ElkTsMe4vQs/s200/100_1391.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4AN6zOaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JVYcuER2PTQ/s1600-h/100_1393.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828891109603746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4AN6zOaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JVYcuER2PTQ/s200/100_1393.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Posing with his big brother</div><div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Last Saturday we meet Uncle Keith, Aunt Lori, Uncle Boo, Ms. Robin and Rachel at the Boardwalk for dinner and a little shopping. It was so much fun to visit with everyone!!!</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4A9_u8GI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dmPm86LVU8g/s1600-h/100_1399.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828904015196258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4A9_u8GI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dmPm86LVU8g/s200/100_1399.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Connor in front of Bass Pro Shops<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4BNGDjEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mm-b-h8gIGs/s1600-h/100_1400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828908068244546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4BNGDjEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Mm-b-h8gIGs/s200/100_1400.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Uncle Keith scared of the alligalor (pronounced by Connor)<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4AXnrm1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/bSEA0nDpMzI/s1600-h/100_1395.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828893713767250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u624kq-nJko/SQI4AXnrm1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/bSEA0nDpMzI/s200/100_1395.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> Connor riding a fish<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Life as Connor and Colby's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00989591349060169809noreply@blogger.com0