tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34082971650644387912024-03-13T10:50:14.713-04:00Life According to LilyA little glimpse into our amazing yet simple livesJuleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-51576150622527513892015-02-26T11:14:00.001-05:002015-02-26T21:19:10.105-05:0010 months old<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oi0hua53nPo/VO9GUdsy0UI/AAAAAAAAEj8/sPP3LcuI6GE/s640/blogger-image--1398645161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oi0hua53nPo/VO9GUdsy0UI/AAAAAAAAEj8/sPP3LcuI6GE/s640/blogger-image--1398645161.jpg"></a></div>How did this happen so fast! I apologize for being awful at documenting your whole first year, but in my defense the first year is hard and flys by in a blink of<div>an eye. Here is a little snapshot of you at 10 months. </div><div><br></div><div>Still zero teeth</div><div>Fav food is eggplant Parmesan and cauliflower </div><div>Flys up the stairs</div><div>Stands without assistance </div><div>Walk with very little assurance </div><div>Fav song is "monkey man" by the wiggles</div><div>You love </div><div> Nursing, food, balloons, climbing on things, your sister and anything that she is doing, music, peek a boo, animals especially dogs, and your mama!!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--HTO-NDeQZQ/VO9GTo1xcrI/AAAAAAAAEj0/MqirHU6lUgI/s640/blogger-image--2144900019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--HTO-NDeQZQ/VO9GTo1xcrI/AAAAAAAAEj0/MqirHU6lUgI/s640/blogger-image--2144900019.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O0T8t-t9tGg/VO9GSSUGJXI/AAAAAAAAEjs/AoUGFGHpaDE/s640/blogger-image-475269546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O0T8t-t9tGg/VO9GSSUGJXI/AAAAAAAAEjs/AoUGFGHpaDE/s640/blogger-image-475269546.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-67071710366740888942014-11-17T04:54:00.001-05:002014-11-17T04:54:49.254-05:00Let it snow, let it snow .....From this ... To this in the matter of a few hours<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0NfUSpI7-6A/VGnF5Y_IxJI/AAAAAAAAEhk/mp6gIzm7PIU/s640/blogger-image--1292467735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0NfUSpI7-6A/VGnF5Y_IxJI/AAAAAAAAEhk/mp6gIzm7PIU/s640/blogger-image--1292467735.jpg"></a></div></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lBHRl8bEggM/VGnF6LasReI/AAAAAAAAEhs/fKoDQ8mVflI/s640/blogger-image--1842410624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lBHRl8bEggM/VGnF6LasReI/AAAAAAAAEhs/fKoDQ8mVflI/s640/blogger-image--1842410624.jpg"></a></div>Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-67948968620230196132014-11-17T04:51:00.001-05:002014-11-17T04:51:25.168-05:00A sick little peanutYup this picture pretty much sums up baby girls past week. Miserable. <div> But, I'm sure one lucky mama because despite the nasty cold that has swept over each of us, Evelyn hasn't been overly fussy just a little more attached to me, which is fine ; I will take as much baby snuggles as I can get!!!!!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_x61VTYEicQ/VGnFG6llDyI/AAAAAAAAEhc/5Qgp9Dz6rzU/s640/blogger-image--935050474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_x61VTYEicQ/VGnFG6llDyI/AAAAAAAAEhc/5Qgp9Dz6rzU/s640/blogger-image--935050474.jpg"></a></div></div>Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-19784752738015705372014-09-30T22:32:00.001-04:002014-09-30T22:32:55.018-04:00Lily says ..<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LXzK057qieg/VCtn1OtZxKI/AAAAAAAAEgg/FsaFzKcgX0Y/s640/blogger-image--201620329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LXzK057qieg/VCtn1OtZxKI/AAAAAAAAEgg/FsaFzKcgX0Y/s640/blogger-image--201620329.jpg"></a></div>I thought I heard LIly ask me a question and when i walked in the room this is how I found her. Me: what are you doing silly? Lily: I'm talking to charley,mom. He's in my heart remember. - The innocence of a child Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-92034795386155372222014-06-11T00:27:00.000-04:002014-07-02T00:32:18.617-04:0012 weeks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Can you believe Evelyn is twelve weeks old? Yeah neither can I<br />
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Three weeks ago, in a whirlwind you finally decided to join our family. One minute im getting ready for bed and the next minute (ok a few hours later) im squeezing your fathers hand as you enter the world. In a blink of an eye you were laying on my chest and i was falling deep in love with you.<br>
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The last three weeks have been magic,darling. Although you have only been here a few weeks, I feel like you have been here forever,as though we have met before.</div>
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Although I am still recovering from your birth (fractured tailbone ugh) , I try and make sure we have at least one daytime nap together each day. Inevitably i wake up before you do and i steal a few minuets to soak you up- to memorize your smell, your sounds, the feel of your skin against mine, the look of your milk-drunk grins. It is no wonder to me that mothers have been doing this for millennia; there is no greater bliss then being fully present in the moment with a beloved child.</div>
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That said, oh boy, girlie, has parenting thrown us for a loop. More then once at the end of the day your father and i have looked at each other exhausted, and commented on how you are simply a higher-needs baby. Everything that came easily with your sister has been a greater challenge with you. You have trouble latching to the breast. You can be set down for MAYBE fifteen cumulative minuets in a day- MAYBE- including diaper changes before you start shrieking like a banshee anytime you momentarily leave human contact. You are exceedingly finecky about sleep, which is to say you only get a nap if you are snuggly tucked inside a carrier which is strapped to my chest while i pace the house until you drift deeply into sleep, or are laying in my arms, OR have a nipple in your mouth. Sometimes you cry for seemingly no reason for an hour or so straight then you let out a little toot and all is good in the world again.</div>
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One day when your older and have a chance to read this, I want you to know that you have been a magnificent addition to our family. Your father, your sister, and I are absoltuley over the moon in love with you. We are all enamored by the sounds you make in your sleep and the smiles you throw at us when your belly is full and your diaper is clean. We love marveling in your existence; the smallness of your fingers, the way your toes can grip just like your fathers, and the look of shock on your face everytime you sneeze.</div>
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Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-8474056142790967612014-02-11T18:38:00.001-05:002014-06-15T10:24:28.801-04:00Family of three<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am officially uncomfortable. It seems this little lady has decided to settle down further in my hips and back and all of a sudden WOW! I feel like a legit pregnant woman. It came on so suddenly this week but I can not get comfortable, my hips and pelvis feel so ache-y and sore all of the time now. I am also having very regular braxton hicks contractions and overall I can just feel my body really starting to loosen and prepare for the fact that this little girl will be making her entrance into the world soon.<br>
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I had a pretty good ob appointment yesterday, super quick and simple. Baby girl was stretching like crazy and her heart rate was in the steady 167 range. As of yesterday I have actually lost a pound -which puts me at a total gain of 19 pounds.Much less then Liliana at this point so yay!!! She is also measuring right on track, which is wonderful.<br>
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This is my first letter to you, although you’ve been hearing an earful from your mama for a while now.</div>
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You are such a magical, new thing in my life. Some parts of you feel so familiar to me already. Your movements and kicks, the rounding of my belly and this ache in my back. But there are parts of our journey so far that are distinctly yours. Time spent imagining your face. Trying different names out on my tongue.</div>
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For now, I study your last ultrasound photos - looking closely at the perfect curve of your head,and the grainy photo of your nose and lips. There is something about this tiny peek into you becoming <em>you</em> that keeps linger in my thoughts. That perfect nose, those little lips that already look so much like ones I kiss daily- you feel like everything I know and yet, remarkably different.</div>
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I am awed by what you have become in 6 months time and how much you’ve shifted and shaped our family already. We are making room for you in every part of our home and hearts. We await your newness. Anticipate your familiarity. And can not wait for you to arrive.</div>
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She has been waiting for this moment for over a year. I searched high and low until I could find a dance studio that had a weekend class for her age group. Most of them only offered classes on weekday evenings when i was not guaranteed to be off of work and, I wasn’t going to miss a single class.</div>
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If ever there was a reason to blog - to capture all the little moments - it’s the constant reminder that this stage - my tiny, pink-clad girl with her hair piled high on her head - will be gone before I’m even done soaking her in.<br />
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I peeked through the curtain, a smile on my face, as I watched her concentrate on her teacher’s directions. She skipped and hopped and shimmied and shuffled. She was so enthralled that she never looked up to wave at me - not once. She was having entirely too much fun.</div>
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Before I knew it my little ballerina was tip toeing out of class, hands raised above her head, glowing. Her first question: “Can I come back again?” She has asked me multiple times since, how many days until ballet class again.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well we did it!! We made it through the first day of preschool, and when I say we, that is exactly what I mean. Watching your kids grow up is such a wonderful experience but boy is it an emotional roller coaster.</span><br />
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Liliana has always walked into any room as if she was meant to be there. Confident and wide open, unafraid of anything new.<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Watching the way she interacts with the world, even at this young age, has proven to me that at our core most of us are who we are. As parents, we certainly have a lot of influence over some of our children’s manners and actions, but so much of what shapes our personalities is not trained or taught, it’s as innate to our being as having brown eyes or athletic ability. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">It’s so curious to me, how much my heart has see-sawed back and forth as I watch Liliana enter this new environment. How I wish my daughter, just every now and then, would look back one last time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Liliana started preschool last week, wearing a Cinderella book bag that was nearly the same size of her little body. No tears were shed. Art projects were sent home and goldfish crackers were consumed. She took another step towards childhood and away from babyhood. I waved goodbye. She never looked back.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After I dropped her off on her first day, I sat in my car for a few minutes, sorting out the jumble of sadness and pride that had settled down on me. It’s a combination of emotions that becomes more familiar with each year that passes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But what a beautiful thing to watch unfold- My beautiful little girl, a little more each day, becoming the unique person she is meant to be.</span></span><br />
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Yesterday, was a nice hot humid day in the 90's. So we decided to take full advantage of finally having our own yard and garden hose, and hooked up Lilys very first sprinkler.Needless to say she had a BLAST playing in the fresh cool water.</div>
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Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-13212374561688327792013-02-02T13:33:00.001-05:002013-02-02T13:33:41.248-05:00Lily saysToday looking out the window at all of the snow I said to Jason " wow it looks like we have about a foot of snow already this morning" lily in turn reciprocates with " wow mom look at all the feets the snow has see dad the snow has feet" lol Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-3134472218916017882013-01-20T10:51:00.003-05:002013-01-21T11:33:53.386-05:00A letter to our charming home.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Tuesday you officially become ours. Despite having driven past you countless times in the past few months, this time when the key is turned in your door, it will be different. Tuesday we start a new adventure in living a good life together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> A year ago, we wondered if you were possible. We didn't think that we could afford to realize such a dream but we prayed and waited and saved (and hoped alot) and we found our answers and the money. We keep touching your walls and listening to the creak of your 134 year old floors. It's still kind of hard to believe that we did this- that we worked hard enough to be able to buy you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We are proud of us for accomplishing this and proud of you for everything that you stand for. A dream fulfilled. We have so many hopes for you. I cant wait to raise my babies in your walls. We can watch them grow together and when we send them off into the world, know that you will keep a special place in their hearts. They will hold for you the same loving sentimentality occupied in my own heart for the childhood home that once grew me too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We love you and dreamed of you. It is good to be home.</span></div>
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One really neat thing about being a parent, is being able to sit back and watch your child enjoy the very same things that brought great joy to you when you were little, and tonight was no exception to that.<br />
Tonight Lily went to her very first live show; Disney's Rockin' Ever After on Ice. It was phenomenal and we all had a wonderful time. Although I would be lying if I said there were no tears. However, those teary eyes may or may not have been from the mama sitting next to her little princess. I just can't help but to get chocked up watching her mesmerized expression. Hooray for the magic of childhood.<br />
One of the cutest things to watch was each time either something exciting happened or a new princess would emerge. Lily would take her tiny hands and cover up her mouth almost as to contain the intense amount of joy and excitement that would swoosh over her. Other than that, and the occasional "mom look did you see that" or a "how is she doing that mom?". Lil spent most of the show holding my hand or cuddled on my lap completely entranced with the show.<br />
It was a wonderful night full of magic and good friends. I cant forget to mention, we were able to share this wonderful experience with our good friends and next door neighbors Alana and her sweet daughter Lyla. We couldn't have asked her better company.<br />
Tonight was a night filled with magic, laughter, and memories to last a lifetime.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> This morning we woke up to a beautiful blanket of white snow covering pretty much everything. Lily jumped out of bed and instantly ran to the window ( how she even knew it snowed out shocked me, I had no idea haha) where she squealed with delight. "It snowed!!!! It snowed!!! Mama IT SNOWED!!!! LOOK LOOK LOOK!!" and before I was able to roll out of bed and look out the window Lily was gone and back with her boots and jacket. </span><br />
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This year Lily decided that she wanted a curious george birthday party. So that is what we threw together. Here are a few pictures from her fun little curious party.<br />
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It turned out to be such a nice day and we were so happy to have so many wonderful friends and family in our lives. Thank you to everyone for making Lily's birthday so special for her.</div>
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Today your daddy and I both took vacation days from work and like every year declared it a family holiday. Your birthday was spent celebrating you and all the love we have in our hearts for you. We started the day off with lots and lots and lots of balloons. Mama and Daddy well mainly Daddy stayed up way into the night to blow up 100 balloons for you.<br />
When you woke up that morning I think you just knew that today was YOUR special day, even before the balloons and the happy birthday hugs and kisses. I swear you woke up older.. taller.<br />
The whole day was filled with silly's and giggles. We drove out to the painted penguin where we picked out a little ballerina kitty to paint, we roamed the mall and checked out multiple pet stores,and stopped for lunch in the food court. Later in the evening we went to menchies for a froyo treat and afterwards we met grandma and poppy at a restaurant to celebrate your birthday and lastly, after dinner we met at our hours to sing and eat cake.<br />
I would say today was a success and we are so glad we were able to share such a special day together. Mama and Daddy love you more than you will every be able to comprehend, heck we cant even fully comprehend how much love we have for such a little big brown eyed girl.<br />
Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!!!!!!<br />
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Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-72489619924456132712012-09-12T22:00:00.000-04:002013-01-08T00:15:46.233-05:00The little girl who turned....THREE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Liliana,<br />
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My darling Liliana.... Happy Birthday to you!!<br />
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">I realize now why on their children's birthdays mamas everywhere say reminiscing things like " On this day X number of years ago, I was bringing you into this world" It's because it is something that will always feel like it was yesterday, whether that X is a 3 or 33. Every year on this day for the rest of my life I will relive the power, emotion and love of that experience.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">Truly it feels like just yesterday I was in the hospital holding your tiny body against mine. I was overcome with joy and lost in the shock that you were here and I was actually holding you in my arms. All of the months of anticipation and planning had come and gone so fast. You have changed everything about me, Lily Bear. I move and act and think differently since you were first laid across my chest. I have more purpose behind my reasons and more motivation to my actions.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">I have intently watched you grow from an Infant, to a Baby, to a Toddler, and now to what I am hearing is called a pre-schooler. All of these stages have come and gone in what feels like a single breath. Each stage a little more exciting than the last. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">I marvel in your existence and spirit. I am so proud of your creativity and energy and the way that you are so accepting of everyone that you meet. I love how engaged you are with what is around you always exploring and asking how and why. You are so lovely in your smallness, in your braveness, and in the sweetness of your heart. Here is to three wonderful and beautiful years of you Liliana Lee. On this very day three wonderful years ago in the heart of the night I was bringing you into this world - and it was the start of everything.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">I can't wait to marvel in another year of love and exploration with you, my darling girl. Here is to a life time of watching you grow and become.The world is yours for the taking and I have no doubts that it is what you will do.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">I love you with every part of my being </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 21px;">for Forever and a Day</span></span><br />
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As far as I am aware Lily and I have both enjoyed are very first county fair together. There is just something different about a county fair, something that removes all of your stresses and leaves them at the entrance. Something that pulls you just a little bit closer to your family. Something that forces you to reminisce about your childhood. There is something so antique about a county fair. It is a memory and feeling I hope to hold onto for the rest of my life.<br />
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Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-86207651900589390142012-08-15T13:42:00.001-04:002012-08-15T13:42:04.068-04:00Little Harvestor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Teaching Lily the joy of eating tender sweet peas fresh from the garden has been one of life's little pleasures for me. It brings back sweet memories of youthful summers with my Poppy. The grass stained feet, dirt stained hands, fresh air and all of the love and fresh produce you could handle.<br />
Just the other day, Lily was able to experience the pure joy of picking a big red juicy tomato. Fresh off the stalk and biting into it just like an apple, and boy did she enjoy it.<br />
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Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-79399522918050392442012-08-15T13:09:00.002-04:002012-08-15T13:09:52.454-04:00Lily Says.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today Lily and I were discussing how her godmother Aunt Theresa was going to see her this coming Sunday.<br />
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Me: Lily did you know Aunt Theresa is also your god mother<br />
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Lily: Yes !!!! Aunt Theresa is my fairy godmoder. JUST LIKE CINDERELLA!!!!!!!<br />
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heheheh this kid is on a roll this week </div>
Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-20434705701272147032012-08-15T13:03:00.003-04:002012-08-15T13:03:50.992-04:00Hide n See<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On a daily basis Lily shocks me with something random that I have no idea that she either knows or understands about.<br />
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Today was no different . Well on a little mid morning hike through the woods, Lily decided to stop walking, lean on a tree, and start counting. As I turned to look and see what she was doing she shouted " Mom you hide when i count"</div>
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So I did and Lily and I spent the next hour playing hide n seek in the woods together. It really made for a wonderful afternoon.<br />
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Juleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03329375634046137096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408297165064438791.post-1228651063581669662012-08-10T18:00:00.000-04:002012-08-13T08:09:35.114-04:00Lily Says....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I walked into our bedroom today to find Lily holding my cell phone in the air moving it all around. She had enabled the camera function and was looking at the room through the video screen.<br />
Me: Lily what are you doing?<br />
Lily: Look mama!! The Future!!!<br />
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