tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49796375212436581002024-03-13T13:08:15.789-05:00Jimmie's Miraculous JourneyJimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.comBlogger391125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-19902407669643879312012-02-19T08:48:00.000-06:002012-02-19T08:48:03.319-06:00Birthday #3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We didn't have a party on Jimmie's birthday, that will be later this month. We spent the day doing what Dimmie wanted to do. (that's how he says his name) I had him open his presents in the morning so he could play with them all day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Excuse the Christmas wrapping paper, its what you get having a birthday in February. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Can't get enough of Bob the Builder. (and no Handy Manny doesn't cut it)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He has been on a dinosaur kick... (he calls them rooarrrs)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And the "mother load" - a CAT take apart loader! This is the perfect toy for Jimmie. He is always working on his trucks trying to take them apart, so now he can.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was worried he would get frustrated. He has a bit, but he can do it all by himself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Daddy had to get him a TONKA grader. More of an outdoor thing but he loved it as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here he is working the tools! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He didn't quite get the candles blown out. Daddy helped him. I asked him if he wanted to go to McDonalds for his 2nd breakfast. (don't judge) We don't go that often and it is high in calories. He said, "nah stay home." We did go to Tanties to see the cousins and show them his new truck. Cole loved it, he told me he wanted one for his birthday. It was a low key relaxing day. Dimmie is free! (that's "Jimmie is three" in his language.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love, Rachael</div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-78720706972415857622012-02-15T10:25:00.000-06:002012-02-15T10:25:19.328-06:001st day at school for speech therapy<div style="text-align: left;">I really wanted to write how wonderful it was...... I guess I have to say I was disappointed. When we got there they had no record of us being on the schedule. We find out Miss H. is on an unexplained leave of absence. The director came in and started to discuss scheduling asking if we <b>had</b> to come on Tuesday and Thursday? Umm I planed it all out, if you know me, you know I planned it down to the minute! :) She told us that all the other speech pathologists in the building would be taking over for Miss. H. They had a small group going right now and she would go ask Miss. "I did not get her name" if it would be alright for Jimmie to join their group. It was.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As we were walking to the room. I asked the director if this Speech Pathologist knew of Jimmie and our goals for him (obviously not as they were not expecting us.) she said the therapist doing this small group was the director of the special ed program so she had seen his name and file to approve him, but she would go over his file and make sure she knew what his goals were.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We get to the room with the group already in progress. Jimmie of course would not let go of my hand. I asked the teacher if I could sit in with him, she was very accommodating (Justin thankfully came with us) The two other students were bigger and seemed older. They were working on more enunciation, not adding words to their vocabulary. I don't want to seem biases but Jimmie was not challenged intellectually at all. I don't think by any means that he is brilliant but he seemed ahead of the game cognitively.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">About 1/2 way through I told Jimmie we were going to wait outside the door, we left and he did great. That was a huge victory, a few times Jimmie looked at the door and saw me through the window. He talked to the therapist a lot more than I thought he would and even interacted with one of the little boys. As the therapist was asking him to clean up he said "stay play" He liked it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was disappointing to me that Miss H. was not there. I understand her having to leave we have no idea what is going on in her life. I understand scrambling for teachers trying to cover classes, it is just unfortunate that it had to be me :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am trying to take this as a opportunity to work on being flexible. I know I cannot control everything and this is a perfect example of that. I have a lot of things swirling in my head. For now we are going to do as planned. At least till spring and then reassess and see where we are at. I am very grateful we are going to the Children's Hospital once a week for speech. If we need to I might get more involved there. The hospital is quite a long drive for us though. I would love for the school to work out. I will of course do what is best for Jimmie.<br />
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Here is Jimmie on his first day: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love, Rachael</div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-32966312822570790282012-02-11T17:30:00.004-06:002012-02-12T08:11:10.158-06:00Dear Jimmie- Happy Birthday (3 Years Old)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TinepDgPYJw/Tzb2RPAjw1I/AAAAAAAADRU/xixWgtuhwMM/s1600/104f79b43a4b5810_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Dear Jimmie,<br />
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Today you are 3 years old. I am so proud of you and how far you’ve come. You are a hardworking and brave little boy! <br />
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I’m having lots of memories today about your birthday 3 years ago. I was teaching dance when I got the phone call that you were likely on the way. I had let my phone run out of batteries. I think I was feeling rather confident you would stay put in your mommy’s belly at least a few more weeks. So Ma had to call other people who were at the dance studio to reach me. As I drove to the hospital I had butterfly’s in my stomach, but deep down there was a steadfast peace that was very significant to me. I felt if you were coming now, the time was right. I thought of how hard your mommy had worked over the previous 4 weeks to give you the best possible chance to survive. I somehow knew you would be fine and I was almost relieved to start this next part of your journey. <br />
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When I got to the hospital I found your mommy definitely in labor. She was so brave. I remember at first she was saying, “this really needs to stop!” But as time went on and every resource to stop the labor was used, her mindset started changing. I could tell she began to accept this was happening, surrender to the inevitable. Your Ma was there, your daddy (of course), your Grandma Gravitt, Pa and Grandpa Gravitt too. I remember timing your mommy’s contractions by looking at the clock and writing them on a piece of paper. The machines were not picking up anything so I felt unless we gave the staff an accurate picture of what was going on, they may end up not being ready for your birth. That was my biggest concern as the afternoon wore on. In retrospect they are very experienced and I don’t think they would have been caught off guard. But Ma and I made sure they knew our family history of lightning fast births. <br />
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Once we got to the delivery room I stood in the corner with Grandma Gravitt and Pa. Ma and your daddy stood right by your mommy. Grandpa Gravitt was sick so he waited outside in the hall. Your Mommy didn’t really want to push you out because she knew you would be so tiny and that you would have to fight really hard to live, but the doctor made it clear to her- this has to happen and the best thing you can do for Jimmie now is to help him be born. <br />
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You were so so tiny when you came out that I couldn’t really see you in the doctor’s hands. He held you with his hands cupped together as he carefully passed you off to the NICU staff. They took you over to a table a few feet away from your mommy and began working on helping you breathe. You made sounds when you were born and while they were working on you. We could hear you squeaking across the room. That made me smile through my tears Jimmie. Your daddy stood pretty close to the table and the NICU staff encouraged him to talk to you.<br />
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Though his voice was a little shaky he cheered you on Jimmie. I know it made you fight harder when you heard his voice. There were some pretty tense moments while they were intubating you. It seemed they had to try a few times before everything was in place to assist your breathing. After they got you somewhat stabilized there was a visible relaxing of the NICU staff. I remember one of them smiling and looking over at your daddy and saying, “congratulations dad!!”<br />
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I remember her sayng, “oh he’s so small, he’s just so small.” I felt the same way. We all knew you would be tiny, but nothing prepares you for the reality. Seeing a human being that small is a shocking, but awe inspiring life changing experience. <br />
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As they took you from the delivery room to the NICU I felt good about how you were doing. Your cries had been surprisingly loud and they told us your apgars were 6 and 7 which I thought was amazing. Your daddy went with you to what would be your new home for the next 88 days. I stayed with your mommy for a while. Your mommy was in quite a bit of shock. That evening we got reports that you were stable. Your mommy went in to see you briefly and so did your Uncle Eric who took some pictures.<br />
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Everyone was very sober because we knew the long hard journey you had ahead of you. But Jimmie we never want you to think we were sad about your birth. We were not! We were filled with joy to meet you! We love you so much Jimmie. Any sadness was out of our love and concern for you. <br />
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As I remember that amazing day I feel joy unspeakable and excitement. I thank God that He has redeemed my grief and my fears and now your birthday to me is the most exciting day of the year! <br />
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Jimmie since the day you were born you have gained 21 lb 4 oz! You are 23 lbs 4 ozs now. At birth you were a mere 1 lb 8 ozs... You have grown 24 1/2 inches. You are 36 1/2 inches tall. At birth you were a mere 12 inches in length. You have learned to breathe, eat, sleep and now you are learning to talk. You are a bright, beautiful boy. You have so much joy inside you. To look at you, to see and feel your love of life is to see and feel God’s love and mercy.<br />
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I just love this picture Jimmie! It shows your joy. And your silliness, you colored this beard on yourself. <br />
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I am so blessed by you Jimmie. I think I say this every year but it will always be true, "you are my hero"! I love you Jimmie!<br />
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Your TantieJimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-34342637547755748592012-02-10T11:24:00.002-06:002012-02-10T11:26:03.490-06:00byebye<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are so sad to see our therapists go. Jimmie turning three makes him too old to receive our state's early intervention services.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Miss H. had been more a part of our family that I would have ever thought possible. She has been with us for at least a year and a half two times a week. The smile Jimmie gives her at the door is priceless. I can't imagine her not being there :( She has helped Jimmie learn in his own way. We have had our sessions with him jumping on the couch, playing in his little pool outside, him rolling and jumping all over. He seems to do better when he is moving rather than concentrating solely on his speech. I can't tell you how many tips and trick she has taught us and I use everyday. When she started with us he had maybe 2 words. Today I can't even count, you might not be able to understand them but the improvement has been vast. Her dedication to helping Jimmie and all the children she works with is a wonderful passion and we will be forever grateful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VbI5_CQfVI/Ty8QGmCWj4I/AAAAAAAADQ8/mHCEKfex1LI/s1600/IMG_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VbI5_CQfVI/Ty8QGmCWj4I/AAAAAAAADQ8/mHCEKfex1LI/s320/IMG_0316.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-42025538523547113942012-02-02T08:14:00.013-06:002012-02-03T15:58:12.141-06:00Therapy Services Changing<div style="text-align: left;">Jimmie will be 3 in a few short days. When he turns 3 we lose all of our in home therapy, through Missouri's First Step's birth to 3 program. We qualified because of his low birth weight (1lbs 8oz)</div><div><br /></div><div>We saw Dr. H our developmental Pediatrician in Dec. He was very impressed with Jimmie's improvement with speech. Although he acknowledged that he still needs a lot of work. He didn't say anything about his weight, yeah! The best news was he released us from his care! We found Dr. H when we were in the midst of the feeding issues and he was a Godsend.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jimmie's therapy legally has to be taken over by the school district. We started the process in December. Our local elementary school has been very accommodating for what I want. They have a early childhood preschool for special needs children 4 days a week for 3 hours a day. Jimmie would qualify, but just for speech. I could not imagine him doing that. I asked to do two 30 min speech therapy session, in a small group setting a week. I have had multiple meetings with Miss H. I like her and I hope Jimmie will respond well. I am excited to see him work with other children and hopefully he will have more incentive to speak.</div><div><br /></div><div>In addition to the school district. We are doing a one on one with Miss J at the Children's Hospital, one time a week. This will be a very different schedule for us. Last week Justin was on a ski trip, I had to take Jimmie in town 3 days in a row to have my Mom and Rod watch him while I was at work. By the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> day Jimmie said "stay home"! So we did, two whole days in a row. I am hoping this schedule is not to much for him.</div><div><br /></div><div>It pains me to change things up. In the last 3 to 6 months we have seen a huge improvement. He is still very delayed. But is finally putting the ending on a few words. We also upped his fish oil to a double dose every day. (Dr. H.recommended this) I use Nordic Naturals Fish Oil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gummies</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am excited for this new phase but would appreciate prayers that Jimmie adjusts well to the new schedule and responds well with continued improvement.<br /><br />I will end this with one of my favorite videos.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxwXvexo4Jz2nE3JcoY8SgUo27_xmK1Ok1hLmYs31tryaImwdMUPzNWbjFkTVhSFvCHlCPLyaR9IVF1DsUCKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>God Bless,</div><div>Rachael</div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-88687388910412357932012-01-22T17:00:00.000-06:002012-01-22T17:48:50.137-06:00What I Have Been Up To! (By Jimmie Gravitt)<div style="text-align: center;">Alright folks, so now that it is cold and nasty outside I'm going to post about my summer. Tantie has been very busy with her new baby so Mommy is helpin me write this.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />In June my Mom decided to leave me and Daddy home alone for 5 days. She went to visit Amy and her little boy "Jon Miguel" I call him "Denda". Here he is with Mom, he is pretty cute. I don't know if I like it when my Mom holds him though.<br /></div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbYw_ZQksvY/TlPgPttIoyI/AAAAAAAADEM/2ZafV0i8qR0/s320/DSCN2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644101318596928290" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I had a great time with Daddy! <i>We tore down this shed..</i><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGXGh1AZAkw/TlPgP_WqcoI/AAAAAAAADEU/pDbk_xawdEA/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644101323334513282" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I helped by picking up all the rusty nails. Don't worry I was really really careful. I heard Daddy tell Mom on the phone "not to worry that he had me picking up tetanus filled nails". 0-: I don't know what that means but I had a good time helpin out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOmZH-occJ4/TlPgQvpaFpI/AAAAAAAADEc/TArBwE12T0g/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644101336298034834" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yeah, I also helped Daddy out on the ladder. I love climbing!! It was just us boys workin and hangin out. Then Mom got back and we had to clean the house. (I had a better time with Daddy) My 2 years old adjusted birthday party was coming up. It was a little later than my real adjusted birthday, but- oh well... (end of May was too crazy for a party) We had a huge group of people come out to my house.<br /></div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkLQBkkp0tQ/TnYfjXUbbyI/AAAAAAAADHc/OXKPxApKUCY/s320/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741074625818402" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My Mom said no gifts, I don't really understand why.. But everybody sang to me- which I LOVED!<img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgbIjuRF0Hg/TnYjQ_4nfKI/AAAAAAAADKs/QaZ3iHBiqNw/s320/DSC_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653745157144018082" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ERxURpKlbM/TnYjQj47qEI/AAAAAAAADKk/4DCuOmOl_Dc/s320/DSC_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653745149629147202" border="0" /><br /></div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1XjldrFg3k/TnYi32p6LnI/AAAAAAAADKU/DYHda8mhg4k/s320/DSC_0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653744725169679986" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBpwlPYn4bM/TnYjRYlZ-6I/AAAAAAAADK0/HQVIBTCBjj4/s320/DSC_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653745163774327714" border="0" /><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3ujLMh9bNc/TnYf6SjrKaI/AAAAAAAADIE/QojfPwGIz7Y/s320/DSC_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741468484577698" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKP2gK8ZpYs/TnYf7o1WZLI/AAAAAAAADIc/rNKPBa3o5AI/s320/DSC_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741491644163250" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzhiyWBjsx4/TnYf8OfYnfI/AAAAAAAADIk/zGngRa1jve0/s320/DSC_0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741501752581618" border="0" /><br /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sgf5Z-8BwC8/TnYi2yx82oI/AAAAAAAADJ8/z-5aQ8plBYY/s320/DSC_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653744706949798530" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7znhLbbu8oc/TnYi2XIm60I/AAAAAAAADJ0/xh4j0xCoGpE/s320/DSC_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653744699528637250" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Boy was it fun. Some people brought gifts anyway so don't feel too bad for me.<br /></div><br /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQPgLJ1suLA/TnYgQXaJHgI/AAAAAAAADJE/iDRdXYbpLWo/s320/DSC_0948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741847743897090" border="0" /><br /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eO97cnd1bhk/TnYgPnoODHI/AAAAAAAADI0/IOTaQaRwlmA/s320/DSC_0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741834918038642" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGyOWAFVOHc/TnYgPKzRHTI/AAAAAAAADIs/HG4GhJtQg-U/s320/DSC_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741827179748658" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EyACsI3iVo/TnYgP4hMXCI/AAAAAAAADI8/auadOqISfLA/s320/DSC_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653741839451970594" border="0" /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I was in a friends wedding in June. I was the ring bearer. My Mom kept shoving this pillow in my face and makin me carry it to Daddy. She said "I was practicing" whatever that means... I thought it was pretty funny to throw it. Mom didn't think so. The day of the wedding was hot and it was outside. I had to get all dressed up in a bow tie and everything. I thought I looked pretty darn cute.<br /></div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpTJUn61vZU/TnYdHqG4vYI/AAAAAAAADGs/LQqolmbhf_I/s320/DSC_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738399609699714" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXnhQj8GzK4/TnYdNpZ0SjI/AAAAAAAADG0/EqRcNl-FHtQ/s320/DSC_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738502499879474" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvX1xSY7qtw/TnYdUus46DI/AAAAAAAADG8/4F8hGyuZUG8/s320/DSC_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738624181135410" border="0" /><br /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEwSkzVGlwQ/TnYda3dExII/AAAAAAAADHE/tauEsoca1eU/s320/DSC_0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738729609938050" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQwVDOsCIis/TnYdmHsws9I/AAAAAAAADHM/Zv0lHdCuK80/s320/DSC_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653738922949260242" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CzblUiKQ734/TnYdvl2rIgI/AAAAAAAADHU/VSZDEvtf898/s320/DSC_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653739085662724610" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I think I did a good job. Here you can watch the video of me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy8d5WkxGVkAZqvhIP5pPIv9lMdT9N9sBoGXr55F1V_MmQjDivtcL-QTTcK-IgcN7hE8549yOdCbIKAKfcvFw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I had a pukey on myself before we got the pictures taken. I had a little reflux. (hey it happens) Mom cleaned it up. She said something like "it figures".<br /><br />In July we went down to Table Rock Lake. My Mom set up my crib in a closet. I thought it was really cool and cozy. I got to go swimming everyday, I love the "wawa" (I know its water but let me say it my way) I love the boat, although I say that I am scared- but I am just foolin everyone. I got to jump off the dock and everything.<br /></div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzrqkZQrOYo/TlPkI-_2pnI/AAAAAAAADEk/7QTWB9IrLTU/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644105601026270834" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We saw fireworks for the 4th of July.<br /></div><img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx5_zLDyjTg/TlPqk5g_iLI/AAAAAAAADFM/o6RtT5gcrm8/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644112677660756146" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mom said I might be scared of the boom booms. I thought it was cool for a few minutes, but I wanted to see the cool train track we were parked by.<br /><br /></div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4xk1xJmJsQ/TlPqvO0FFPI/AAAAAAAADFU/OeHJaPbVuPw/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644112855176647922" border="0" /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFujM3xs6qw/TlPkJ5RQrsI/AAAAAAAADE0/e7ot9_gLHmg/s320/IMG_1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644105616668536514" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We also went to this "drive by Zoo". I saw this funny lookin goat.. Daddy said something about "Mom lookin like him." I don't see the resemblance. I may or may not have dropped my sippy cup out the window. I did get it back, only after the buffalo and donkey drank some. That may or may not have happened, I can't rightly say. (-:<br /><br />I got to go to Vacation Bible School. It was at "khunkhun". (that's church for those of you who don't know my language)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOMN5vciArc/TlQc41D0cYI/AAAAAAAADFs/bvyOBvzw5wo/s320/IMG_1874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644167995643425154" border="0" />My cousins "Cun" and "Min" ("Cole and Micky" come on guys keep up!) got to come with me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r82hiGLO7AQ/TlQc4atTzyI/AAAAAAAADFk/KZY1Vz5T0tg/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644167988569689890" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I only got a few spankings. I guess you have to be pretty quiet for this kind of thing. We got to sing, hear a story, and do crafts for a whole week. It was really fun. One day we got to make a bandanna. Everyone kept callin me "hey dude?"</div><div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-tOdKSR6R4/TlQc4KcnfuI/AAAAAAAADFc/6vUkReKC4Y8/s320/photo%2B1-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644167984204709602" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm pretty cute if I do say so myself.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In August we went to the state fair. I loved the cows and chickens.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvwGTt4TTJ0/TqYEoXBjM3I/AAAAAAAADNc/3EGSbPYynBY/s320/IMG_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667222272514143090" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></span>I think I am over my fear of birds. darn things you never know where they are going to go. We got to see a pig race...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0S9uCfL7ViI/TqYD6So77JI/AAAAAAAADNE/yzVO3YVxFOo/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667221481063181458" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" /></span><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQqY0we49Ww/TqYD6_GAaQI/AAAAAAAADNU/9cqgy-Tzx84/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667221492996270338" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...and I rode a <b>wild stallion!</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYPES_37n1A/TqYD6E3AsoI/AAAAAAAADM4/EYdTATmJmP0/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667221477364118146" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">*Sigh* - Mom says to not tell fibs, so OK it was a little pony that walked in a circle. It seems everywhere I go people say something like, "oh what a cute tow head!" or "You have such beautiful blue eyes". I don't really know what it means, but my Mom always smiles and says, "thanks". I guess its a good thing. I have to say my favorite thing about the state fair was I got to climb on huge tractors. It was a fun day.<br /><br />We went to Table Rock Lake. I learned how to kick my legs in the wawa (water) to get where I want to go.<img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOYCW89qlfA/Tp4bFpv6jqI/AAAAAAAADMg/6dQDEc-iz7k/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664995165198782114" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6iMnq8c3fxw/Tp4aAyEJnsI/AAAAAAAADL8/0y11XxUP7vo/s320/IMG_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664993982020165314" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I kept fallin asleep in that darn boat. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z408fkPyKxU/TxxhVp7mfHI/AAAAAAAADP8/qHIWOQs9UMw/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700538253005192306" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I went down a huge water slide.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4Y8KKgVdWI/Tp4dIPGBzoI/AAAAAAAADMs/Q4KIoSVEcG8/s320/IMG_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664997408606637698" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was fun. I also found a funny face I can do and make anyone laugh. I am just a regular ole comedian.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz7wCqNdGmMBHy0i1VV8Hu6k7XQDYQ68NuLnWE2KwLgm2esa3_Ia3o35qVVe7jI04IN2FNf2rzi2uqKaspNFg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At the end of August I got to meet Denda for real! He is a real live person, not just on the computer. I even shared my toys and house with him. It was fun having him here.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_t3h0nTU-8/TxwWNXOAbQI/AAAAAAAADPk/PFwuWwTZvfQ/s320/IMG_0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700455647171079426" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5rjbb7jV0Q/TxxfkNhmN2I/AAAAAAAADPw/aqmWcHGeFkw/s320/300130_10150359142851550_512411549_10266558_8149089_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700536304054712162" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are at a Pizza place. I ate the sausage off of everyone's Pizza, boy was it good. Oh yeah, I was gettin tired so Daddy took me back to MeMe and Papa's for a nap. I was there, just not in this picture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went and watched my Pa play his guitar at Bebe's Lawn side Barbecue. Denda and his Mom and Dad joined us later. Here is a video, it was the first time I went out to see Pa play. I didn't know <b>everybody </b>liked to hear him play. I thought he just played for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyj-tvh0zvsrkAMqP2t7I5nOUQY-o_bOB0eVFVgleC3a_IJSuMv9ZR01HpOG9syqalAzRE8DW5VMMI_TG3BjQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />So you see I had a very fun and busy summer. I'm lovin and livin life! My 3 year old birthday is comin up in just a few weeks. Can you believe that!?? Can't wait...<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jimmie Jim Jim<br /></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-21367624342383910792011-10-07T08:34:00.004-05:002011-10-07T09:14:50.328-05:00She is Here!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: medium;"> She is here! Born on Oct 5th at 11:37pm. This is an email Mom sent.</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; ">Hi all,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><div><div id="yiv1760854533yui_3_2_0_13_1317907206647135" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">Evelyn Claire Eames is here! She weighs 7lbs 7oz and is 19.5 inches long. She was born last night on 10-5-11 at </div><div id="yiv1760854533yui_3_2_0_13_1317907206647135" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">11:37. Amber was in active labor for 1 and half hours. It was crazy fast, Love you all Ma</div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PksHHolBFE/To8AD0DdysI/AAAAAAAADLM/DGPnQ2WUDEE/s400/1006012045a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660743322140789442" style="text-align: left; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px; ">Baby is doing great she seems very observant. Passed the hearing screening. The drugs that Amber was on can cause hearing loss , so we are pleased about that. Amber lost too much blood and was on the edge of needing a transfusion. But is recovering. They arrived at the hospital 20 mins before Evelyn was born.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cole and McKenna are over the Moon. They are so proud of their baby sister. Cole asked if her breathing was OK and if she was healthy. The nurses in the room looked at him and said" how old is he?" Jimmie and I went to the hospital in the afternoon. He knew exactly who the baby was and said eaea (Evey) He wanted to hold her and feed her. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_CYaFt327Y/To8DNFWOXRI/AAAAAAAADLU/zVEOzOImzGM/s400/1006010829-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660746779936578834" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She is a mix between Cole and McKenna, But beautiful.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Love, Rachael</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-37327823261283940022011-09-16T17:05:00.007-05:002011-09-30T19:43:27.124-05:00A boy and his dog<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know this is not the post you were all looking forward to. That one is still in drafts at this moment. Instead you get this little story.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica; min-height: 14px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQSd9zPGtjc/TnPJvXAFOhI/AAAAAAAADF8/KRubVlDvKBs/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653083772745497106" border="0" /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">t has turned colder here. So that means not as much time outside. Jimmie would spend all day outside if I let him. I did this summer, you should see his tan. When Jimmie is outside he is playing with his dog Mack, they are inseparable.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ofjnxARQoQ/TnPMMoBMgwI/AAAAAAAADGE/nXdPJLkuC0w/s400/IMG_1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653086474553033474" border="0" /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></p><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know where Jimmie is because Mack lets me know. I have witnessed Mack gently taking Jimmie's arm in his mouth and lead him away from places he is not supposed to be. If I ever lose track of Jimmie I call Mack and say where’s baby? He takes me to him. Did I mention Mack is an outside only dog? Jimmie has never really seemed to want him inside. Until today, well really it all started yesterday. I was folding laundry in our room, I knew Jimmie was in the living room playing. I came out to put some towels away and Mack was in the house, not just in the house, but with his paws on my kitchen table licking Jimmie’s tray. I quickly shooed him out told Jimmie not to let the dog in.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fast forward to today. I was cleaning the kitchen listening to music. I knew Jimmie was in his room playing with toys. I went to check on him, he had shut the door and the light was off I could hear he was playing with a light up toy in the dark. I left him alone, I checked again same thing, I did not open the door. Then he comes out with you guessed it- the DOG! He was in his room for at least 20 min? Now his room smells like dog. I might be fighting this battle all winter long. </span></span></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Blessings, Rachael</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-1319620037474277922011-06-12T08:21:00.021-05:002011-06-12T11:04:16.788-05:00Dear Jimmie- Happy 2nd Developmental Birthday!<div>Dear Jimmie,</div><div><br /></div><div>On May, 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> you officially turned 2 years old. </div><div><br /></div>This is you the right after you were born!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sle17RHCapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2MzQ_1OAzVg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sle17RHCapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2MzQ_1OAzVg/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950311590324882" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div>This is you today!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBYG59zYBnc/TfS-ZZPouGI/AAAAAAAADCA/8uVDspazjEw/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBYG59zYBnc/TfS-ZZPouGI/AAAAAAAADCA/8uVDspazjEw/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617323978720327778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Look at how you have grown next to your Rottweiler Puppy!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeCeKzkISwI/AAAAAAAAASA/TP9SMTTBXSI/s1600-h/DSCN1876.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeCeKzkISwI/AAAAAAAAASA/TP9SMTTBXSI/s320/DSCN1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323428668029553410" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csxntN1PAqI/TfS-pxvo3vI/AAAAAAAADCI/qhGB_J6JHVo/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csxntN1PAqI/TfS-pxvo3vI/AAAAAAAADCI/qhGB_J6JHVo/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617324260174913266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Look at how you've grown in your father's hands!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sasr-IZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rIMk0tWJI2I/s1600-h/IMG_0127.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sasr-IZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rIMk0tWJI2I/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308384932190838770" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttjHbKm2220/TfS-7yrVTwI/AAAAAAAADCQ/P37eQoyZtjM/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttjHbKm2220/TfS-7yrVTwI/AAAAAAAADCQ/P37eQoyZtjM/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617324569662934786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>You weigh 20 lb 3 oz.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>You are 33 1/4 inches tall.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your head 18 1/2 inches around.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>You have 131 followers on your blog Jimmie!</div><div><br /></div><div>Physically you are continuing to progress very well. You are jumping with both feet coming off the ground. You are running and climbing everywhere. It takes a lot of energy to keep up with you and keep you safe. You absolutely love the water and now that the weather is warm your momma takes you swimming and you've visited Table Rock Lake twice. You will just charge right into the water- NO FEAR. You don't really mind when your face goes in the water. Your momma keeps floaty devices on you and you maneuver around like a fish!</div><div><br /></div><div>You are finally done cutting all of your teeth! Yeah!</div><div><br /></div><div>You are sleeping very well. You sleep in your own room all through the night and you go down without a fit. You love to put your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doggie</span> and your other stuffed animals to bed yourself. </div><div><br /></div><div>You recently had a visit with your Developmental Pediatrician who is now pretty convinced that you have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Apraxia</span> of Speech. You are doing very well though. You are trying to talk <span>a lot</span>. You pretty much says the 1st consonant of a word but you have a hard time with vowels. Your speech therapist says your speech pattern is very <i>"different"</i>. For example you say <i>"</i><span><i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thun</span>"</i></span> for <i>"all gone"</i>. It seems that you make up words for things but you stay consistent with that word. You have about 25 words, but only maybe 5 or 6 are understandable. You are continuing to sign very well, and are not getting frustrated. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>You eat very well overall! You do have good days and bad days, but no hunger strikes for long stretches. You are drinking a lot more now that it is hot. You are such a big boy Jimmie, that you are drinking water from an open cup sometimes!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now that you are 2, your doctors and therapists will no longer be adjusting your age. Your real birthday of Feb. 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> will now be the only date considered in your development. This is a huge milestone for you. 2 years old is also a huge milestone in your history of "house arrest". Your doctors and therapists are now encouraging your mom and dad to socialize you more and relax a bit in the quest to protect you from viruses. It is now time to allow your immune system to grow and develop and being exposed to the normal colds and flu's is part of that.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>So you have started going to <span>Sunday school! Your momma stays in the room with you and helps when you need direction. You are also having play dates with friends and cousins! You</span> are very apprehensive to join in the play on your own. You have to be taught how to play with other kids. You have had hardly any opportunity to socialize with children so it is very new and overwhelming for you. But you will get used to it and be the life of the party soon- I'm sure!!</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Jimmie- I am so excited about this next season of life for you! Your world is opening up and you are now living life as a <i>"normal" </i>child. I am overwhelmed with joy and thanksgiving that this time is now here for you. Jimmie, you have conquered the crucial 2 years after a traumatic early birth. You have conquered those 2 years in a glorious fashion. There have been trials and tribulations, but you, our <i>"small but mighty warrior" </i>are victorious!! Your momma and daddy have fought <i>beside you</i> and <i>for you</i> every step of the way, so the victory is also theirs! </div><div><br /></div><div>Our Holy Father has held us up, given us strength and wisdom in your care. He is faithful! </div><div><br /></div><div>Your scripture- the theme of your journey is so true that I can't help but quote it again and again! </div><div><br /></div><div><i>"For who is God, save the LORD? and who is a rock, save our God?</i></div><div><p><i>God is my strength and power: and he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">maketh</span> my way perfect.</i></p><p><i>He <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">maketh</span> my feet like hinds' feet: and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">setteth</span> me upon my high places."</i></p><p>Jimmie in a couple of weeks we will celebrate this milestone with family and friends! We are running, jumping, dancing, singing and playing with you on our <i>"high places" o</i>n<b> "</b><i><b>your</b> high places" </i>Jimmie! It is good to be here..</p><p>I thought I'd repost your montage I made for you this year. You love it and you watch it all the time. I also linked it for you on the side of the blog. (-: </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d5f30bc14528cd1f45ccaf" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="312" height="310" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=d5f30bc14528cd1f45ccaf&skin_id=801&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></div><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:312px;text-align:center;"><br /></div><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:312px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make video montages at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div><p></p><p>Love you forever,</p><p>Auntie Amber</p></div><div>P.S. The pictures and Jimmie's stats were taken at the end of May. (-: </div><div><br /></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-7539979059189103262011-05-30T08:49:00.023-05:002011-05-30T10:14:16.770-05:00My Easter And Other Things- By Jimmie GravittWell guys- It's been a while since Auntie let me write a post. <div><br /></div><div>My new baby girl cousin who's growing in her belly has made her really sick. But Auntie is feeling much much better now, FINALLY!! </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to tell you about my Easter, but first I want to let you know what I've been up to lately. I'm a hard worker. I'm also very big. I have my own tractor and I've been hauling a lot of gravel lately. Here is a video of me hard at work:<br /><div><br /></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwd0SeqZNkArH9Uym_OumZEAfaPpr3SO0SzN1ebN83LPDr825TeIgYjNy9T5yTRsYb2pkZXbvT_9gDeUfWd6g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay so Easter was fun. I got to dress up cute and go to church and then I went over to Great Grandma Paula's to hunt Easter eggs. My Grandpa and Grandma Gravitt were there too. I got the hang of "the huntin Easter egg thing" pretty quick and boy did I find a lot of eggs! Here is a video of me right in the thick of the hunt:</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqxYCcstwZ9O6vE1x9X9kq-vbTXBVaDWNB-Tj1KxvmYwlPwQrGBflR5RlssYkRoqxvYUvQAgF08E9tTpz56A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /><div>Later we went to my Great Uncle Kevin (My Pa's brother) and Aunt Nadine's house for more egg huntin. Uncle Kevin has the best digital camera IN THE WORLD and he took some great pictures of little ole me.<br /><br />I like hangin with my Pa!<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMBThLSDXXU/TeOyB69hdeI/AAAAAAAADA0/YF8lDc53pWw/s1600/110424%2BJay%2BJimmy-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0573.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMBThLSDXXU/TeOyB69hdeI/AAAAAAAADA0/YF8lDc53pWw/s400/110424%2BJay%2BJimmy-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612525306710685154" border="0" /></a><br />I like pullin silly faces with him too.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VniNgqJaviQ/TeOyQ_WgiEI/AAAAAAAADA8/k-hYQrxIFz8/s1600/110424%2BJay%2BJimmy-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0577.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VniNgqJaviQ/TeOyQ_WgiEI/AAAAAAAADA8/k-hYQrxIFz8/s400/110424%2BJay%2BJimmy-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612525565587261506" border="0" /></a><br />I also love ridin things with wheels!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okG5DiPC4Hc/TeOyiJsY6oI/AAAAAAAADBE/w6OE46VwbFY/s1600/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0545.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okG5DiPC4Hc/TeOyiJsY6oI/AAAAAAAADBE/w6OE46VwbFY/s400/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612525860421167746" border="0" /></a><br />Look mom! I'm awesome!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_lXguXl1JU/TeOysGPLVGI/AAAAAAAADBM/2pdjY6-7Qvs/s1600/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0552.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_lXguXl1JU/TeOysGPLVGI/AAAAAAAADBM/2pdjY6-7Qvs/s400/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612526031292028002" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, now I know this is starting to look bad . . .<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXXbQriDgRE/TeOy3zAXSZI/AAAAAAAADBU/YTF8l7T23K4/s1600/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0553.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXXbQriDgRE/TeOy3zAXSZI/AAAAAAAADBU/YTF8l7T23K4/s400/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612526232288053650" border="0" /></a><br />Real bad!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gaa1M2xEiEo/TeOzJQswKrI/AAAAAAAADBk/ZLHN_qlnUzI/s1600/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0554.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gaa1M2xEiEo/TeOzJQswKrI/AAAAAAAADBk/ZLHN_qlnUzI/s400/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612526532316637874" border="0" /></a><br />Real real bad . . .<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNj0c8fhwjI/TeOzS0khxvI/AAAAAAAADBs/j8B6OpHxFbE/s1600/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0555.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNj0c8fhwjI/TeOzS0khxvI/AAAAAAAADBs/j8B6OpHxFbE/s400/110424%2BJimmy%2Bthe%2Bmotorhead-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612526696564639474" border="0" /></a><br />But it's cool, I'm tough, no biggie...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-QIw78mgAg/TeOzbBtEIsI/AAAAAAAADB0/ovM_43pJFhM/s1600/110424%2BJimmy-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0570.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-QIw78mgAg/TeOzbBtEIsI/AAAAAAAADB0/ovM_43pJFhM/s400/110424%2BJimmy-Kevin%2BEuDaly%2Bphoto_0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612526837529060034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>What's a little spill when you were born so early you have to fight to breathe and eat?? (-:</div><div><br /></div><div>Well that was my Easter. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a few other things to tell ya'll. I started Sunday School yesterday! Mom is finally letting me out of seclusion. AND my developmental birthday was Saturday, May 28th. I am now OFFICIALLY 2 years old! This is apparently a very big deal and mommy is plannin me a big ole party and working with Auntie on a new "developmental post" coming soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for prayin and carin about little ole me! </div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Jimmie Jim Jim</div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-71566007179711692372011-05-10T19:01:00.006-05:002011-05-10T19:32:09.811-05:00better<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Things in both houses are going better.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Amber went to the hospital on Monday. They tested for the flu and gave her an IV for fluid. She was negative for the two flu strains they tested for. She was relived to not need to be medicated. She is feeling better, still sick but better. David has been very sick too, He is feeling better, McKenna seems to be getting over it. Cole still had a high fever today. He should start feeling better by tomorrow.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Amber had her regular OB appointment today. She has not lost weight! They want her to eat iron rich foods and not supplement right now. This was the first Doc. visit that her urine was clean yea! She is basically back to where she was before she got pregnant. The Doc. was happy about that. They are going to start weaning her off the zofran pump when she is feeling better. (getting over the flu) Her BIG ultrasound is next week. Please pray with us that the baby looks great.<br /><br />My household seems to be better. I am feeling better. Jimmie still has a ton of snot, his cough seems to be better. I do not hear any crackling in his chest but he is still congested.<br /><br />Lets pray Mom and Justin stay well.<br /><br />Jimmie was playing outside yesterday in the shed. I caught him in the old firebird. If you look closely you can see the snot. He is sporting a nice farmers tan these days.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YA94b5JJcw/TcnYL5FpOVI/AAAAAAAAC-U/WSfRo3E9r4I/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605248910053947730" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love, Rachael</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-41950266566517467182011-05-07T16:47:00.002-05:002011-05-07T17:03:22.267-05:00Sick :(We could really use prayers right now. First and foremost Amber is sick, she is trying to stay out of the hospital. She has had trace to moderate keytones in her urine. She is in communication with the nurse and they are monitoring her closely from home. Well from my Mom's house. She has a fever that she has to take Tylenol every 4 hours to keep down, it is still 99.7. She has given herself two bolus of Zofran to keep her food down as well. She feels horrific. She really hates taking meds so she is really sick to be taking them like this. The baby is moving around a lot and even kicked Cole's hand. He was delighted.<br /><br />McKenna has a fever of 102.7 and is lethargic and has the chills<br /><br />I have a fever of 100 and a very full head and sore throat<br /><br />Jimmie still has a lot of snot, he has been kinda gaggy, and a few coughs here and there. I am listening to his lungs with my stethoscope (yes I do that) I don't hear any crackling but I do worry about his lungs.<br /><br />Andrea (my Mom) she is trying to tend to everyone. Mom is not sick but lets pray that she stays that way. Thankfully Justin is home today and I think Rod and Kathy will come out tomorrow to help me.<br /><br />I know this is not the end of the world but it feels like it. Can I just keep Jimmie in a bubble please! <br /><br />Love, RachaelJimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-81476830763175761782011-05-05T13:07:00.006-05:002011-05-05T18:50:36.186-05:00Developmental Peadiatrician visitJimmie Recently had a visit with his developmental Peadiatrician Dr. H. I was expecting him to not be pleased with how skinny Jimmie is. Dr. H was not happy about his weight but was very pleased with his variety of diet and how much he eats. He was also pleased at how much he has grown in head circumference and height, He felt like he had made a huge cognitive jump and is not worried about Jimmie getting enough nutrition to feed his brain. He also said he seems to be "caught up" (minus his weight and speech) A huge relief for me. I went in to the appointment feeling like it was D-day.<br /><br />However he is very concerned with his lack of speech. His language is very good, i.e. he understands pretty much everything we say. It is looking very much like apraxia (the same diagnoses that Amber's daughter McKenna has) Interestingly enough it is not something related to his prematurity. He communicates very well using signs, he has about 50 . He has about 20 words/sounds. but the average person could understand maybe 2 of them. We are moving to speech therapy two times a week. We have 1 hour session, he is not yet two adjusted so his attention span is short, he concentrates and works hard for 10 min out of the hour. I work all day with him on sounds and words. It is just really hard to see him struggle for every sound. He wants to communicate and has a lot to say. In the long run will be OK, but part of me wants to say "give him a break breathing, eating, and talking should not be this hard" I know that we are so blessed at how well he is doing and how much worse it could be.<br /><br />The big change: Dr. H. wants me to have him involved with peer groups. Jimmie's therapists have been pushing me to do this for a few months now. They think it would really help his verbal skills. I am really trying to let go and not worry about him getting sick. Dr. H said he needs to get sick and build up his immune system. I know this but I really hate it when he is sick ugh. So he will start Sunday School at the end of May (two adjusted) I will try and do play dates with cousins and such. I could really use prayer to let go. <br /><br />So all and all very good, Dr. H wants to see him in December to start talking about when he turns 3 (gulp) we will lose all of our in home therapist and have to transition to the school district, or private therapy.<br />Love, Rachael<br /><br />PS Amber has managed to stay out of the hospital for 3 weeks. She is on the Zofran pump 24 hrs a day (with a few min off to change the site) She is having some anxiety for the next few weeks. They will try weaning her from the pump. If that doesn't work it is assumed she will stay on it for the whole pregnancy. She also has the anatomical ultra sound in a few weeks. Given my history with it she is anxious about that as well. She is having pain in the needle sites around her belly button she is now changing them every 12 hours and it is helping. She is gaining weight just very slowly (sounds like someone else?) She is doing better at staying hydrated and able to eat but is still experiencing extreme fatigue. Her Iron levels are low but they don't want to supplement right now. The supplements can cause stomach upset, she had this side effect from them in the past. The low levels are contributing to the fatigue. Over all she is better.<br /><br />PPS Jimmie and Amber and her kids are sick fever colds etc.. Pray for them.Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-66333714434729290552011-04-23T19:37:00.013-05:002011-04-24T09:47:50.747-05:004 year anniversary<div style="text-align: center;">April 7t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">h</span> is our (Justin and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I's</span></span>) anniversary. This year was the first year nothing horrible was happening. Our first year we had just found out about Gracie and were waiting for our level 2 ultra sound. Needless to say we did not feel like celebrating. Our 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span></span> year Jimmie was in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">NICU</span></span>. I had no idea what day it was much less the actual date. I was exhausted from pumping around the clock. I don't even remember if I knew when it came. Our 3rd year Jimmie had gotten the G-Tube and was vomiting around the clock. I vaguely remember thinking about it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This year we were not in crises. Two days before "the day" I asked Justin if he wanted to do a 24 hour get away. He said sure, he did NOT think I would make it happen. He had no idea how much I wanted to celebrate. I called Grandma Kathy, "yep she and Grandpa would love to have Jimmie for a "sleep over" I called the Elms</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-il-9BmKRbAw/TbQUnNpY3AI/AAAAAAAAC9U/7hfP64h-sDE/s320/DSCN2223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599122900639079426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div> a beautiful historic hotel about 30 min north of us. Booked a room and told Justin we were leaving tomorrow. He was very surprised. </div><div><br /><div>After Speech Therapy. I took Jimmie over to Grandma and Grandpa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gravitts</span></span>, and away we went. Boy did it feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">weird</span>, we went to Red Lobster for lunch, the whole 24 hours we ate way way to much. We visited a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">museum</span> and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">homestead</span> of Jesse James. (yes the outlaw) We have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">always</span> wanted to do that. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0AJlU85p4M/TbQVCGZxk-I/AAAAAAAAC9s/29DBMR8_bWk/s320/memberimage.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599123362551010274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px; " /></span><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtmk7WEXzn0/TbQVCfPlP_I/AAAAAAAAC90/VPj_95k4jTQ/s320/SIGN1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599123369219145714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 242px; " /></span></div><div>We saw a movie, and swam in the pool and had a wonderful relaxing time in the hot tub. Oh and did I mention sleeping in? I woke up at 7am not much sleeping in but still an hour longer than what Jimmie will let me do. I then WENT BACK TO SLEEP. We did a little shopping. I should say looking, we didn't buy anything. Took a walk over the grounds of the Elms.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFyHmqa4U_g/TbQUnYqAIBI/AAAAAAAAC9c/ufwfcaqvkMk/s320/DSCN2235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599122903594442770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span>Then went back to pick up Jimmie. I do want to let <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">y'all</span> know I only called twice to check on him, I give my self a pat on the back. I do have to say I was not worried about him, I love my in-laws. Jimmie was napping when we got back. Grandpa said he slept <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">through</span> the night in bed with them. He ate good, and only asked for me once right before bed. He woke up from his nap in a foul mood. I was picturing this wonderful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">snugly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">reunion</span>. After all I had been gone ALL NIGHT. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ummm</span></span> no he was mad, I don't think at me. It took him a bit to come out of the mood. But he was fine. It was a wonderful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">anniversary</span>.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl1ntJhMbmk/TbQUmp2VvJI/AAAAAAAAC9M/RTTaGTafekY/s320/DSCN2231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599122891029724306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></div><br /><br />Love,<br />Rachael<br /><br />P.S. Amber is doing better. She has been set up with home health and is on a Zofran Pump. This works by pumping the Zofran in under her skin through a small catheter. She has to stick herself every 24 hours to change the site. However she has started developing painful lumps under her skin so now she has been advised to stick herself and change the site every 12 hours. It's all worth it though because this pump is keeping her from needing iv hydration. She is finally able to eat and drink enough to stay out of the hospital and gain just a little bit of weight. She still suffers from nausea when she moves around too much and when she drives so she still could use your prayers. We are so grateful to have you all praying for us!Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-7758397940276151752011-04-19T08:01:00.002-05:002011-04-19T08:22:16.598-05:00Gracie's DayToday is the day Gracie was born. It's been 3 years! My heart aches with joy and sadness over her life. <div><br /></div><div>I wrote the following on her 1st birthday:</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Gracie's foot prints</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeoDNWaCh8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Co5bhyAA8Lw/s1600-h/Gracie%27s+feet.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeoDNWaCh8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Co5bhyAA8Lw/s400/Gracie%27s+feet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073037207013314" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This video is about the song! The images were just stock images.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=887c47d71182e044e5a3fc" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=887c47d71182e044e5a3fc&skin_id=801&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="310" width="312"></embed><div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 312px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=887c47d71182e044e5a3fc&skin_id=801&source=emplay" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/887c47d71182e044e5a3fc/801.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" width="312" /></a></div><div><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;">Make video montages at <span style="text-decoration: underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Gracie Anne Gravitt passed away in her mother’s womb Thursday, April 17th 2008. She was born Saturday, April 19th 2008 -- and spent 90 precious minutes in the loving arms of her parents Rachael and Justin, her Grandparents Rod, Kathy, Jay and Andrea, and her Auntie Amber. She was 1 pound 8 ounces and 10 and a half inches long.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gracie Anne Gravitt is buried at the foot of her Great-Grandpa Gravitt. Her Grandpa Rod said his dad (who had 5 boys) always wanted a little girl. It seemed very fitting to lay Gracie to rest there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rachael wrote the following in September 2008:</div><div><br /></div><div>When we found out how very sick Gracie was I knew inducing labor while her heart was still beating was not an option for me and I received the grace to continue on with my pregnancy. I decided not to go to work and try and be thankful for the time I did have with her. I received a vision from God of a white robe that was the garment of grace and the Lord was holding it out to me all I had to do was take it and put it on. I did, once I had it on it disappeared like water and I was wrapped in grace. I had to keep putting it on. He also told me to name her Grace because that is what he gave me.</div><div><br /></div><div>“It has now been five months since Gracie passed away and I have good days and bad days. I am comforted to know that I will be with Gracie in eternity and this time apart is so short. I am looking forward to the day I get to see Gracie's face as God created it. I know I will never be the same. My little girl took a part of my heart and I feel her absence every day. What I can hope is that this experience will make me a better stronger person. That is what Gracie would have wanted. She lived so short a time but taught me so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Through Gracie God has given me this: that all we have to do is chose to love in all situations. Love our selves, love others, love and know we are loved. If we love, we don't fear, hate, have bitterness, self pity, anger, or envy. The by products of love are Joy and Peace! And I realized that I need to love. I did love Gracie and still do and it is beautiful that God gave me that. If we love in all situations only good will come of it. Nothing evil ever came out of love. When I start to have the negative emotions I remember that I love(ed) her. Just LOVE. This was the verse I used at our wedding it means so much more to me now.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Love bears all things</div><div>believes all things</div><div>hopes all things</div><div>endures all things</div><div>Love never ends”</div><div><br /></div><div>Much Love in our Fathers Name,</div><div>Rachael” Sept. 2008</div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma Andrea wrote the following for Gracie's funeral:</div><div>“Rachael knew that Gracie was a girl because God told her so and He named the babe Grace. Her middle name is Anne. Guess what? That means grace, too. It comforts me that we have received a double portion of grace! She was God’s Grace! God only gives grace to the humble. Thank you, Rachael and Justin for being humble servants of God.</div><div><br /></div><div>The apostle Paul spoke about grace often. In 1 Cor. 15:10, Paul said, “But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me did not prove vain…”</div><div>Grace is God’s presence in our lives empowering us to be who He created us to be and to do what He has called us to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for sending us this message through little Gracie Anne. And I give thanks for the hope that our Father will make all things work together for good to those who love him and are called according to his purpose. I have hope that we will be better people because of Gracie’s life. And while Gracie did not get be all that she was made to be in this life, I have the hope that she will continue to become all God intended her to become. And for now, she has made a deep impact on us in a very good way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because Gracie’s tissues were so fragile and swollen, the nurse was not able to make the little clay molds of Gracie’s hands and feet. But it didn’t matter to me. I have the impression of her feet deeply set in my heart. And her little footprints have walked all over me and I have changed forever! It is good.</div><div>Jesus said, “Let the little ones come to me.” So Gracie Anne lept into Jesus’ arms. And He blessed her saying, “The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Written by Gracie’s Grandma, Andrea EuDaly.</div><div>April 22, 2008”</div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma Kathy arranged the above with Gracie's little foot prints at the bottom.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeoCtW9qzpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/heW4YQEDpGE/s1600-h/Tribute_to_Gracie_Anne.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeoCtW9qzpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/heW4YQEDpGE/s400/Tribute_to_Gracie_Anne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326072487600639634" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I remember driving home from the hospital that Saturday afternoon after Rachael had Gracie. I remember trying to not cry so I could see the road. I had been gone over night. When I got home I hugged and kissed my children and looked up into my husbands face and as the tears welled up I just shook my head and said, “I have no words…” I didn’t and I still don’t truly have words that come close to the reality of Gracie and my experience of her birth, but words are all I have that I can share. Rachael and Justin have a box of little keepsakes from the hospital, they have her ink foot prints and yes- they have pictures that we have decided will remain private. They also have a few ultrasound pictures which we will always treasure as those are pictures of her alive. And we have her spot in the cemetery. Obviously we hurt because we do not have her. We do not have Gracie. Not now . . . We have the hope and belief that some day we will be together. But until then all we have are memories and words. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are a many memories that stand out for me from the day Gracie was born. Here are the ones I'd like to share:</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the picture of a faded leaf they put by Rachael’s door at the birthing center.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember waiting in the waiting room surrounded by strangers excited about babies who were being born that day. I remember trying to hide my pain from them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the ultrasound confirming Gracie’s heart was no longer beating. Seeing the stillness on the screen and seeing Justin’s shoulders slump as he shook his head. And then Rachael looked up and smiled at me through her tears and said, “it’s okay.”</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember looking around at Mom, Dad, Kathy and Rod and thinking how joyful and exciting this day would have been. And hoping desperately for that experience with Rachael and Justin in the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the disappointment that Gracie and McKenna- who were supposed to be only a year apart- would never play together. </div><div><br /></div><div>This one is hard to explain, but I remember being happy for Rachael that she got to spend the time she did with Gracie while pregnant with her. But sad that the rest of us missed out. I wish I could have gotten to know Gracie even that much.</div><div><br /></div><div>During the weeks we knew Gracie was dying and after we buried her I remember I didn’t want to leave my house. I remember feeling sick with anxiety about being in public and going to the dance studio alone (without Rachael). And then I remember being so surprised and grateful to God by the strength and grace I received right when I needed it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the pain and love in the eyes of the people in my life when they looked at me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the words of prayer, love and encouragement spoken and written by the wonderful people in our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most of all I remember Gracie. I remember how sad and how wrong it felt that there was no medical focus or concern on Gracie during delivery. I remember the moment she was born wishing that the Doctor or someone would have caught her instead of letting her slide into that big plastic container. I remember how she landed gracefully on her side and how beautiful and peaceful she looked.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember being filled with awe at the miracle of life in the moment of her birth. The feeling was much more intense and real then at the birth of my own live children.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember thinking how much bigger she was than I thought she’d be and how beautiful and precious she was. (She looked so much like Jimmie.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember going out into the hall with Mom and Kathy after her birth where Rod and Dad were pacing and waiting. I remember their faces searching ours for any response or news. I remember Kathy walking into Rod’s arms, Mom walking into Dad’s arms while I slid down to the floor with my head in my hands and wished David were there with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember Rod and Dad going in to see Gracie.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember my Dad’s face as he held her.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember Justin’s face right after she was born.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember tears, everywhere, continually.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember Justin and Rachael giving her up and watching the Nurse walk out of the room holding her.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the blanket they wrapped her in and the hat they put on her head.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember thinking that my cousin’s (Camilla) bridal shower was starting right when Gracie was born.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember that evening taking a walk with Dave and feeling that there was a wide chasm in between us of this thing I had just experienced while he was home taking care of our kids. I remember trying to use words to bridge the gap.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the world looked, felt, smelled and sounded different.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember not being able to fathom that I would have to cook dinner that evening and clean the kitchen. I couldn’t wrap my brain around how life would go on.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember my son asking me why.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember knowing I would never be the same and being grateful and sad at the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember Gracie’s tiny coffin.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember everyone’s faces at the funeral.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember walking into what would have been Gracie’s room.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember feeling close to God, in touch with the Eternal and knowing without a doubt that the Lord does draw near to the brokenhearted.</div><div><br /></div><div>“My Grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” 2 Cor. 12:9</div><div><br /></div><div>We are sad today Gracie. We miss you so much. But there is also joy in remembering you today on your birthday. I will never ever forget being with you that day you were born. I will never be the same for looking at your beautiful face and being touched by your life. You will be in my heart forever. We miss you and we love you and we will see you again.</div><div><br /></div><div>God is good.</div><div>Love,</div><div>Amber</div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-2711400652506521782011-04-05T19:14:00.003-05:002011-04-05T19:54:25.307-05:00trucking along<div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Sorry about the MIA again. This is Rachael writing (I know gasp) I just wanted to update.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Amber is still very sick. She finally saw an OB today. She needed fluid and had an elevated heart rate because of dehydration. Last I talked to her they had her hooked up to IVs They found the baby on the ultrasound. It looks great. She will be going back to the Doctor on Monday to set up a long term care plan. She will be 12 weeks at the end of the week. Please continue to pray for her. She sounded upbeat and relived that the Doctors would be watching her closely. My Mom has been taking care of her and the kids. Amber’s good days are laying on the couch not feeling nauseated. Bad days are laying on the couch feeling nauseated and vomiting.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Last week We (Amber and I) were supposed to visit out dear friend Amy in Vancouver Canada. Jimmie ended up getting sick along with Ambers two children. Vomiting, fever, that kind of thing. We cancelled the trip. We were very disappointed but knew with the kids being sick it would be no fun. Turns out Ambers health went way down hill (see above).</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "></span><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Jimmie came though the sickness very well. He is 100% better now. I don’t think he lost much weight. We are going though a little rough patch with the sleeping, He decided to do the behavioral puke thing again. It only happens when I put him down. So Daddy gets to take a turn with the bed time routine. He is still sleeping about 11 hours at night in his crib and about two hour naps. This morning he was looking outside doing his unh? unh? I look over at him in his high chair he was making the sign for sun! He wanted me to talk about how the sun was coming up. I love that kid! He is still having a hard time speaking but is trying to say more things. I will leave you this this recent picture. It really captures Jimmie's need for movment! </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Blessings, Rachael</span></span></p></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-F2DvOpSHQ/TZu4iE7HuJI/AAAAAAAAC9E/awJ9_7E9z5g/s1600/0320111457a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-F2DvOpSHQ/TZu4iE7HuJI/AAAAAAAAC9E/awJ9_7E9z5g/s400/0320111457a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592266257887377554" /></a><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-33184633229997411482011-03-10T09:13:00.003-06:002011-03-10T09:49:58.424-06:00MIASo sorry! I've been missing in action the last few weeks. My life has consisted of dry heaving, ER visits for iv and then dry heaving and more dry heaving. I'm very excited to be 8 1/2 weeks pregnant, but not very excited AT ALL to have been diagnosed with "Hyperemesis Gravidarum". That big fancy name basically means- severe morning sickness. UGH!<br /><br />Anyway-- Jimmie is truckin along doing great! Rachael texted me this hilarious picture of the goofy smile he's pulling lately.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHE9698bbWM/TXjvMLksTAI/AAAAAAAAC88/il3BX1jZR14/s1600/0221111455a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHE9698bbWM/TXjvMLksTAI/AAAAAAAAC88/il3BX1jZR14/s400/0221111455a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582474730669886466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jimmie is still sleeping really well through the night in his own bed in his own room. He's eating pretty consistently and gaining weight (just slowly) as always. He's working hard in speech therapy. All signs still point towards Apraxia. It's a little early yet to know for sure though...<br /><br />Tomorrow Jimmie will be 25 months old! Rach and I have decided that we will do 4 developmental birthday letters this year instead of 1 every month. So the next big developmental letter I will write to Jimmie will be May 11th. My plan for the blog this year is to post once a week with a picture and an update for the week. If I'm unable to do that perhaps I can talk Rachael into doing it. (-:<br /><br />Thank you for your care and prayers for Jimmie!<br /><br />Love,<br />AmberJimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-82468064625310173722011-02-17T07:41:00.005-06:002011-02-17T07:45:32.346-06:00Video MontageHere is the tribute I did for Jimmie's birthday!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d5f30bc14528cd1f45ccaf" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=d5f30bc14528cd1f45ccaf&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Photo and video editing at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>We are singing it from the rooftops! Our precious Jimmie is 2 years old!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Amber</div></div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-37026041685550835572011-02-14T07:46:00.016-06:002011-02-15T07:30:29.803-06:00My 2nd Birthday- By Jimmie Gravitt<div>Hi Everybody,</div><div><br /></div><div>I had the best birthday party the other day! I'm 2 years old. That's big...</div><div><br /></div><div>I was so happy when I got to Grandpa and Grandma Gravitt's and saw everybody there to help me celebrate. </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkmuqH7kTFw/TVk2Y2TfDSI/AAAAAAAAC1g/DuXrufr74Jc/s1600/DSC_0319.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkmuqH7kTFw/TVk2Y2TfDSI/AAAAAAAAC1g/DuXrufr74Jc/s400/DSC_0319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573545814369701154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I looked around and saw my cousins Cole & Micky!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EL_l74mQHgo/TVk2Za16-fI/AAAAAAAAC1o/1M7V37BQuCo/s1600/DSC_0320.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EL_l74mQHgo/TVk2Za16-fI/AAAAAAAAC1o/1M7V37BQuCo/s400/DSC_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573545824177814002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My Grandpa & Grandma Gravitt.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGhGe0QPnG8/TVk2ZtmRWVI/AAAAAAAAC1w/wQBzkog8xGI/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGhGe0QPnG8/TVk2ZtmRWVI/AAAAAAAAC1w/wQBzkog8xGI/s400/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573545829212445010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My Auntie Amber, GG Paula and Pa!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGfuV2CpVQg/TVk2aC2wSiI/AAAAAAAAC14/CF7BG6H_3ro/s1600/DSC_0322.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGfuV2CpVQg/TVk2aC2wSiI/AAAAAAAAC14/CF7BG6H_3ro/s400/DSC_0322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573545834918726178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I saw my Ma!!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1WcdmQv-MY/TVk2rBcdfnI/AAAAAAAAC2A/SLZHl7G0lvU/s1600/DSC_0323.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1WcdmQv-MY/TVk2rBcdfnI/AAAAAAAAC2A/SLZHl7G0lvU/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573546126597783154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And of course my momma and daddy were there too. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3L8OqCVfyc/TVk36kfa5rI/AAAAAAAAC2g/zMKBx93sW1I/s1600/DSC_0325.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3L8OqCVfyc/TVk36kfa5rI/AAAAAAAAC2g/zMKBx93sW1I/s400/DSC_0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547493215102642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as I got down I made a beeline for the laundry room. I love the buttons on the washer and dryer. I love to watch them spin. But I'm not supposed to touch those buttons...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qf4797dkM0/TVk367vpsyI/AAAAAAAAC2o/9hmjzco2y5o/s1600/DSC_0326.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qf4797dkM0/TVk367vpsyI/AAAAAAAAC2o/9hmjzco2y5o/s400/DSC_0326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547499457196834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>So I got scolded... That made me sad. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM-jIo66sko/TVk37CAcfzI/AAAAAAAAC2w/9JiiAFog1_M/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM-jIo66sko/TVk37CAcfzI/AAAAAAAAC2w/9JiiAFog1_M/s400/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547501138247474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I got over it quickly though. There were other things to do. Presents to open. </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNL6JHjAmcI/TVk37jvxElI/AAAAAAAAC24/vIzeEslSlwY/s1600/DSC_0329.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNL6JHjAmcI/TVk37jvxElI/AAAAAAAAC24/vIzeEslSlwY/s400/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547510195098194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Wow! I'm so big now I got my own computer! </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYBWPrepfLU/TVlI_M5J8bI/AAAAAAAAC80/3GTrwaQtHnA/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OYBWPrepfLU/TVlI_M5J8bI/AAAAAAAAC80/3GTrwaQtHnA/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573566264477610418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Momma's probably hoping this will stop me from messing with her laptop.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNZgHyKs_24/TVk38DRBcWI/AAAAAAAAC3A/r8GWcz4YPrU/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YNZgHyKs_24/TVk38DRBcWI/AAAAAAAAC3A/r8GWcz4YPrU/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547518656082274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This <b><i>is</i></b> pretty cool, but momma's hopes better not be up about that. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9B_APuwx4N4/TVk4UFt9K4I/AAAAAAAAC3I/_R6wb2psPzs/s1600/DSC_0334.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9B_APuwx4N4/TVk4UFt9K4I/AAAAAAAAC3I/_R6wb2psPzs/s400/DSC_0334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547931631168386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I needed help getting some of my new toys out of their packages. I told momma, "open" with my hands. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zO3TTfaitow/TVk4UXkhH1I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/HTjEuiD91l8/s1600/DSC_0336.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zO3TTfaitow/TVk4UXkhH1I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/HTjEuiD91l8/s400/DSC_0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547936423419730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This new train . . .</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVfikvZb78g/TVk4UwPJC3I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/G0dzk6o7nt0/s1600/DSC_0337.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVfikvZb78g/TVk4UwPJC3I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/G0dzk6o7nt0/s400/DSC_0337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547943044647794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> . . . is totally cool!!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xqbwLSohg4/TVk4VJjqKcI/AAAAAAAAC3g/lwnZE_z7nKg/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xqbwLSohg4/TVk4VJjqKcI/AAAAAAAAC3g/lwnZE_z7nKg/s400/DSC_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547949841590722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes you just need a break from unwrapping. I chose to recharge by riding my horse I got for Christmas.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYknN3TH-Ac/TVk4VY_tAWI/AAAAAAAAC3o/eyDaC40ziow/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYknN3TH-Ac/TVk4VY_tAWI/AAAAAAAAC3o/eyDaC40ziow/s400/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573547953985749346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I rode so fast the camera could hardly catch me for a picture.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ef1wRMLBiA4/TVk4rnWR_3I/AAAAAAAAC3w/ykEoteAkEcQ/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ef1wRMLBiA4/TVk4rnWR_3I/AAAAAAAAC3w/ykEoteAkEcQ/s400/DSC_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548335795666802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Everybody cheered for me!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A54iWq03dMQ/TVk4r5Ri4WI/AAAAAAAAC34/1S_E2P2Paoc/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A54iWq03dMQ/TVk4r5Ri4WI/AAAAAAAAC34/1S_E2P2Paoc/s400/DSC_0341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548340607639906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I wore that horse plumb out. So while the horse had a nap- I opened more presents. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JMNjz2-f9k/TVk4sAPhwgI/AAAAAAAAC4A/i1tbhx5pILU/s1600/DSC_0342.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JMNjz2-f9k/TVk4sAPhwgI/AAAAAAAAC4A/i1tbhx5pILU/s400/DSC_0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548342478225922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I love books! So does my cousin Cole. </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4AERKrNHKU/TVk4sTbOX4I/AAAAAAAAC4I/vsoQ28VqmAA/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4AERKrNHKU/TVk4sTbOX4I/AAAAAAAAC4I/vsoQ28VqmAA/s400/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548347627560834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I made sure he knew this ladybug book was mine too. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTg3UBFzHhs/TVk4s0T2auI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/CZXqCDrAFfw/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTg3UBFzHhs/TVk4s0T2auI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/CZXqCDrAFfw/s400/DSC_0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548356455000802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After the books I opened a barn full of farm animals!!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szgeqn-DKzU/TVk5Ptz6XUI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/k_aJdNUvWLU/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szgeqn-DKzU/TVk5Ptz6XUI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/k_aJdNUvWLU/s400/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548956005850434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And then colors and a coloring book. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HQ7v92RXy8/TVk5QBh5DtI/AAAAAAAAC4o/tRzU1ngkNks/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HQ7v92RXy8/TVk5QBh5DtI/AAAAAAAAC4o/tRzU1ngkNks/s400/DSC_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548961298976466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma helped me color. . .</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19V4Vsldc0U/TVk2rXInacI/AAAAAAAAC2I/1VSCrF1u8G8/s1600/DSC_0390.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19V4Vsldc0U/TVk2rXInacI/AAAAAAAAC2I/1VSCrF1u8G8/s400/DSC_0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573546132420127170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I decided to taste the pretty yellow crayon. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02GQM7c8Tbg/TVk2rrMv7rI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/q6tKLQicRdU/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02GQM7c8Tbg/TVk2rrMv7rI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/q6tKLQicRdU/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573546137806171826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't very yummy. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BApFWpt4q4A/TVk2sL7pjeI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/rO2vnvIvpYc/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BApFWpt4q4A/TVk2sL7pjeI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/rO2vnvIvpYc/s400/DSC_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573546146592820706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Then I went back to my horse to work on him with a tool Grandpa used to put him together at Christmas. I love tools and working on stuff. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TjEBtCzTKY/TVk5P15GoII/AAAAAAAAC4g/XNLusrIkh7Q/s1600/DSC_0347.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TjEBtCzTKY/TVk5P15GoII/AAAAAAAAC4g/XNLusrIkh7Q/s400/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548958175109250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of tools I got a hammer and something to pound!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T202xyABtMY/TVk5Qt7sGzI/AAAAAAAAC4w/AUctX6ws6hM/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T202xyABtMY/TVk5Qt7sGzI/AAAAAAAAC4w/AUctX6ws6hM/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548973218339634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I am wild when I hammer. My cousin Cole almost got hammered cause he was too close to the construction zone. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao8g9Nu57sE/TVk5RJigw0I/AAAAAAAAC44/x6WqX5j9ncg/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao8g9Nu57sE/TVk5RJigw0I/AAAAAAAAC44/x6WqX5j9ncg/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573548980628931394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After the hammer fun I opened . . .</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ujntR50yJc/TVk5n_OutoI/AAAAAAAAC5A/qNRb0qKg5Wo/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ujntR50yJc/TVk5n_OutoI/AAAAAAAAC5A/qNRb0qKg5Wo/s400/DSC_0354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549372998596226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A whole tool set!! </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_bJl85woFo/TVk5oQu58jI/AAAAAAAAC5I/whaZFneHkxc/s1600/DSC_0355.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_bJl85woFo/TVk5oQu58jI/AAAAAAAAC5I/whaZFneHkxc/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549377696952882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I even have my own safety goggles.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2N1eWkW91M/TVk5oqJzwVI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/JDUFLjVUS5Q/s1600/DSC_0356.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2N1eWkW91M/TVk5oqJzwVI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/JDUFLjVUS5Q/s400/DSC_0356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549384520679762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>These will keep my baby blues safe while I'm sawing and drilling and stuff.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aA4r_gKE5PU/TVk5o9xobcI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/KrKuKrtRptY/s1600/DSC_0357.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aA4r_gKE5PU/TVk5o9xobcI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/KrKuKrtRptY/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549389787983298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Everybody made a big deal about how cute I looked and I got a little shy.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSw6g9uQz0Q/TVk5pAj8MnI/AAAAAAAAC5g/S56k7Ke0fjQ/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSw6g9uQz0Q/TVk5pAj8MnI/AAAAAAAAC5g/S56k7Ke0fjQ/s400/DSC_0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549390535864946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After that I surveyed my loot. I got so much stuff there is not time for me to tell you about all of it. But lets just say- I heard momma say she was putting up all of my toys at home to make room for my new ones. Don't worry- she rotates my toys so I'll see my old ones again soon. Momma is smart like that. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0scTjalkWag/TVk6AsbcILI/AAAAAAAAC5w/-5fHr4Lv4fU/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0scTjalkWag/TVk6AsbcILI/AAAAAAAAC5w/-5fHr4Lv4fU/s400/DSC_0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549797448360114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The presents kept coming! You guys will not believe what I got next!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YBp37jpgDY/TVk6AwQESCI/AAAAAAAAC6A/-R-55zHJD10/s1600/DSC_0364.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YBp37jpgDY/TVk6AwQESCI/AAAAAAAAC6A/-R-55zHJD10/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549798474401826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A <b><i>John Deere Tractor</i></b> of my very own!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtd-PuuutaE/TVk6AuqCXqI/AAAAAAAAC54/hEja88MxI7M/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtd-PuuutaE/TVk6AuqCXqI/AAAAAAAAC54/hEja88MxI7M/s400/DSC_0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549798046457506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It has a pedal that makes it go.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gj5PvWzrc4/TVk6BdZg5WI/AAAAAAAAC6I/ieeLnqULPyo/s1600/DSC_0365.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gj5PvWzrc4/TVk6BdZg5WI/AAAAAAAAC6I/ieeLnqULPyo/s400/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573549810593621346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And a steering wheel. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Udc3HCz4a84/TVk6YKCUqjI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/_qI4MEGZuZg/s1600/DSC_0366.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Udc3HCz4a84/TVk6YKCUqjI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/_qI4MEGZuZg/s400/DSC_0366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550200533068338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And shovels on the front and the back that I can control with levers. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qs8czT05ww/TVk6YbXXePI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/arO-kZrJ5FE/s1600/DSC_0367.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Qs8czT05ww/TVk6YbXXePI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/arO-kZrJ5FE/s400/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550205184735474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Man I'm big!!!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPNoY_BbBPs/TVk6Ys1g35I/AAAAAAAAC6g/q8dZMurdYIs/s1600/DSC_0368.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPNoY_BbBPs/TVk6Ys1g35I/AAAAAAAAC6g/q8dZMurdYIs/s400/DSC_0368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550209874583442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I even took my cousin Micky for a ride. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tb97vOHB4E/TVk7ihTItEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/JpCyhgDn6Bg/s1600/DSC_0413.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tb97vOHB4E/TVk7ihTItEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/JpCyhgDn6Bg/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551478087922754" /></a><div><br /></div><div>She may have been nervous.</div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gw73_w4Bz20/TVk7ibhws1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/o2u7BcrZNLc/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gw73_w4Bz20/TVk7ibhws1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/o2u7BcrZNLc/s400/DSC_0412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551476538651474" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gw73_w4Bz20/TVk7ibhws1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/o2u7BcrZNLc/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG"></a>I told her not to worry. I'm a good driver.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSHXW1vIrDg/TVk7h-sWp2I/AAAAAAAAC8c/zTevsuvf3oE/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSHXW1vIrDg/TVk7h-sWp2I/AAAAAAAAC8c/zTevsuvf3oE/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551468798453602" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSHXW1vIrDg/TVk7h-sWp2I/AAAAAAAAC8c/zTevsuvf3oE/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq2bxLWrXfU/TVk7hrFmbKI/AAAAAAAAC8U/9IyoO7mPYSs/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq2bxLWrXfU/TVk7hrFmbKI/AAAAAAAAC8U/9IyoO7mPYSs/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551463535635618" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq2bxLWrXfU/TVk7hrFmbKI/AAAAAAAAC8U/9IyoO7mPYSs/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"></a>Micky also liked riding my horse.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQIGisvFsuc/TVk7hW50fGI/AAAAAAAAC8M/AImpqE4kS-I/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQIGisvFsuc/TVk7hW50fGI/AAAAAAAAC8M/AImpqE4kS-I/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551458117516386" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I was worried about her being up there by herself so GG Paula helped me up with her. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39hJmau9tVw/TVk7PivhgQI/AAAAAAAAC8E/Lmoo_1f8-iw/s1600/DSC_0407.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39hJmau9tVw/TVk7PivhgQI/AAAAAAAAC8E/Lmoo_1f8-iw/s400/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551152057909506" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39hJmau9tVw/TVk7PivhgQI/AAAAAAAAC8E/Lmoo_1f8-iw/s1600/DSC_0407.JPG"></a>Yee haw!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXsYleIDxPc/TVk7PQ4XSYI/AAAAAAAAC78/6esaNOITJEc/s1600/DSC_0406.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXsYleIDxPc/TVk7PQ4XSYI/AAAAAAAAC78/6esaNOITJEc/s400/DSC_0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551147263150466" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXsYleIDxPc/TVk7PQ4XSYI/AAAAAAAAC78/6esaNOITJEc/s1600/DSC_0406.JPG"></a>Riding double was fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icDbMOWCdYU/TVk7PL0YjlI/AAAAAAAAC70/cEDDDEVjyvo/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icDbMOWCdYU/TVk7PL0YjlI/AAAAAAAAC70/cEDDDEVjyvo/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551145904279122" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icDbMOWCdYU/TVk7PL0YjlI/AAAAAAAAC70/cEDDDEVjyvo/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"></a>My daddy and I showed off our matching tractor t-shirts.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd_K1I7c10Q/TVk7O75mr9I/AAAAAAAAC7s/OdN8TcmL_t0/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd_K1I7c10Q/TVk7O75mr9I/AAAAAAAAC7s/OdN8TcmL_t0/s400/DSC_0387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551141631209426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My momma put fire in front of me. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob3Eqby00sI/TVk6ZRixSzI/AAAAAAAAC6w/vLNU09W1YEE/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob3Eqby00sI/TVk6ZRixSzI/AAAAAAAAC6w/vLNU09W1YEE/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550219728079666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Which I thought was a bit foolhardy. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob3Eqby00sI/TVk6ZRixSzI/AAAAAAAAC6w/vLNU09W1YEE/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YkoyAfjzUE/TVk6Y9snXcI/AAAAAAAAC6o/9uxwgWmaytA/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YkoyAfjzUE/TVk6Y9snXcI/AAAAAAAAC6o/9uxwgWmaytA/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550214400662978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Then I was supposed to blow out the fire after everybody sang. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEihy0YK0oQ/TVk60WbXNoI/AAAAAAAAC7A/49sIzyIC3ew/s1600/DSC_0377.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEihy0YK0oQ/TVk60WbXNoI/AAAAAAAAC7A/49sIzyIC3ew/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550684895655554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>But I couldn't make a big enough breeze. Ma helped. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FloFQwESuyQ/TVk60CtiBxI/AAAAAAAAC64/mDLB7ZwGYJs/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FloFQwESuyQ/TVk60CtiBxI/AAAAAAAAC64/mDLB7ZwGYJs/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550679603152658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I was so grateful about that I fed her cake. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3qKkXlC63k/TVk61mpbDGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/add1refGwDw/s1600/DSC_0382.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3qKkXlC63k/TVk61mpbDGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/add1refGwDw/s400/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550706429463650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmvAsLlNCmA/TVk7OoP0pzI/AAAAAAAAC7k/1BTm0FhWb5Q/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmvAsLlNCmA/TVk7OoP0pzI/AAAAAAAAC7k/1BTm0FhWb5Q/s400/DSC_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573551136355690290" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I think she liked it!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmvAsLlNCmA/TVk7OoP0pzI/AAAAAAAAC7k/1BTm0FhWb5Q/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1RbOGjNR0I/TVk61TBNqsI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/UUkibCf3tX0/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1RbOGjNR0I/TVk61TBNqsI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/UUkibCf3tX0/s400/DSC_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550701160540866" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I sure did!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hU4iR_YM7Mw/TVk60s4f7UI/AAAAAAAAC7I/vDKHa76volA/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hU4iR_YM7Mw/TVk60s4f7UI/AAAAAAAAC7I/vDKHa76volA/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573550690923441474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>All in all that was a pretty awesome birthday party. </div><div><br /></div><div>Life is good!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Jimmie Jim Jim</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1RbOGjNR0I/TVk61TBNqsI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/UUkibCf3tX0/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"></a></div><div>P.S. 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9u8dfpsI/AAAAAAAACz8/XdxUBQAf314/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG"></a></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9uc4JmpI/AAAAAAAACz0/ifQU1Ubu7BM/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG"></a></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Happy 24 Month Birthday!!</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br />This you right after you were born.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sle17RHCapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2MzQ_1OAzVg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sle17RHCapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2MzQ_1OAzVg/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950311590324882" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And this is you today!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19qyyUKbwhk/TVfg7Z5W-FI/AAAAAAAAC1I/xQUoQqvghlU/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573170375062648914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px; " /></span><br /><div><br /></div><div>Look at how you have grown next to your Rottweiler Puppy!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeCeKzkISwI/AAAAAAAAASA/TP9SMTTBXSI/s1600-h/DSCN1876.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeCeKzkISwI/AAAAAAAAASA/TP9SMTTBXSI/s320/DSCN1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323428668029553410" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B26Ebuevocc/TVfeSObwk2I/AAAAAAAAC0w/O9zcZzEsA_Y/s1600/IMG_1684.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B26Ebuevocc/TVfeSObwk2I/AAAAAAAAC0w/O9zcZzEsA_Y/s400/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573167468587815778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Look at how you've grown in your father's hands!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sasr-IZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rIMk0tWJI2I/s1600-h/IMG_0127.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sasr-IZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rIMk0tWJI2I/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308384932190838770" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81IFNevQRPo/TVffwO9yBEI/AAAAAAAAC1A/9SAW_9x259M/s1600/DSC_0389.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81IFNevQRPo/TVffwO9yBEI/AAAAAAAAC1A/9SAW_9x259M/s400/DSC_0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573169083638219842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TLcb0y-aKxI/AAAAAAAACj8/p_qTOthoPBk/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG"></a>Here is your special "Watch Me Grow Montage"!</div><div><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=a88acff078ef502d4bf155" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=a88acff078ef502d4bf155&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make video montages at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div></div><div><div><br /></div>You did not gain any weight this month. You are 18 lb 13 oz. Your mommy has figured that you are consistently gaining 1 pound every 2 months. Last month you gained a whole pound in only 1 month, but then this month. Nothing... So you stayed on the 1 lb every two months track. </div><div><br />You are 32 1/2 inches tall!</div><div><br /></div>Your head is 18 & 1/2 inches around!</div><div><br /></div><div>You have 125 followers on your blog Jimmie! </div><div><br /></div><div>Your <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3yd5WQK3vg&feature=related">"Faithfulness" </a>Video Montage has been viewed 15,288 times. That's 391 times this month!<span style="text-decoration: underline; "></span><span style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /><br /></span>Your <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtG1Eerhl0E&feature=related">"Jimmie's Wonderful World" </a>Montage has been viewed 1016 times. And your <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TSbzgqP-OY">"High Places"</a> Video Montage has been viewed 752 times!<br /><br />Your blog has been viewed 2,877 times this month for a total of 123,378 hits! You have a lot of <b><i>very cool</i></b> <b><i>people</i></b> who love to check on your progress Jimmie.</div><div><br /></div><div>You were evaluated by a physical therapist this week Jimmie. Your momma wanted to make sure that there wasn't anything major with your legs and feet that need therapy. Your ankles roll inward so your momma is working on getting some special insoles for your shoes. Other than that everything looks great! </div><div><br /></div><div>You are working on cutting your 2 year old molars this month. You have felt pretty rough at times and this has caused your eating to be very "up and down". We will all be very happy when you are done cutting teeth!</div><div><br /></div><div>Vast improvements have been made with your sleeping issues this month. Your momma found this book:</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TVGBZosdUcI/AAAAAAAAC0g/8MpxXdc1eYY/s1600/51lZmwQ%252Bk3L._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TVGBZosdUcI/AAAAAAAAC0g/8MpxXdc1eYY/s400/51lZmwQ%252Bk3L._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571376491454616002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>She has been doing everything recommended and for the last week or so you have been sleeping in your crib in your own room 11 hours a night. You are still early in your "sleep training" so things are not totally settled , but compared to the excessive puking and crying for hours on end things are AMAZINGLY better! If your day is too full then your nights are unsettled with multiple wakings, but you are able to self soothe and go back to sleep with no trauma. </div><div><br /></div><div>You are still struggling with speech, although your language development is going well with signing. You have about 33 signs and you are putting them together. You have become a little more verbal this month and you seem more ready to copy sounds. Your speech team has decided to go with speech therapy 2 times a week soon. They will be operating like you have Apraxia. You are coming up on a season of hard work with speech. I know you will overcome!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>One of your favorite things to do lately is work on cars like your daddy and your Grandpa Gravitt. You are so smart Jimmie!!</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNbyE4VrBBo/TVfeSQhug5I/AAAAAAAAC04/7f3N1wYQbf4/s1600/IMG_1691.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNbyE4VrBBo/TVfeSQhug5I/AAAAAAAAC04/7f3N1wYQbf4/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573167469149717394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>You are enjoying using your fingers to work little things. This shows good development of your fine motor skills. </div><div><br /></div><div>Your mommy and daddy are working on being very consistent with discipline. You understand pretty much everything they ask of you. You do a pretty good job of picking up your toys!</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a very fun little birthday celebration for you Jimmie. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wl3N0RP9eU/TVfuEHhEBmI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PNB5IpVB5Dc/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Wl3N0RP9eU/TVfuEHhEBmI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/PNB5IpVB5Dc/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573184818398889570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div>I'm going to save that for a different blog and let you write a blog about it. (-:</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Jimmie I started this blog as a way to keep family and friends informed about the situation with your momma while she was still pregnant with you. It turned into an outlet for me. It was therapeutic to write and a comfort to know people were reading and praying. Then after you were born this blog evolved into your story. And again it was a comfort to know many dear ones were lifting you up in prayer. After you came home from the NICU I considered quitting, but I couldn't stop. So many people love you and enjoy reading about your progress, but more than that I love writing about you. </div><div><br /></div><div>While you were still in your momma's tummy we made plans and dreamed about after you were born. We planned for you stay at my house with Cole and McKenna as much as once a week while your mom was teaching. I was so excited to bond with you like that. For you to be very close with your cousins. After your birth I knew that was not going to happen... And although giving up all of our plans and dreams of "normalcy" has hurt, the joy of witnessing you live and the miracles surrounding you have filled me with joy!</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I don't get to see you very often Jimmie. During "cold and flu" season I see you "maybe" once a month. Writing this blog helps fill that hole in my heart made by your physical absence in our lives. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Most of all though- I am writing this blog for you. You have endured a lot of pain and trauma in your young life. The day you were born was supposed to be the most exciting and glorious days of your momma and daddy's life. This is what I wrote 2 years ago about that day:</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Now as to how Rachael is doing? I believe this will answer how Justin and the rest of us are doing as well. It is really hard for me to communicate but I’ll try and hopefully it’ll be close to the truth/reality. She is absolutely devastated and grateful. Yesterday was one of the worst and best days of her life. We were all hoping and believing for so much more time for baby Jimmie and it all happened so fast I think there is some shock. She is scared and hopeful. Most of all just completely overwhelmed beyond words. Many many tears . . . We don’t understand why this has happened to them. After what happened with their firstborn the pain is really intense about again not having the birth experience for your child that you hoped, prayed and dreamed for. We trust God though. We trust him to be with us in our pain and our joy. We are so grateful that she had the month that she did. We realize this could have happened 4 even 2 weeks ago and he wouldn’t have had the fighting chance that he has. And for that we praise God for helping her get this far. "</i><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Now Jimmie when you have a birthday we are all so joyous we are almost giddy. Your Ma says she feels like a kid on Christmas morning when it's time to celebrate your birthday. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope that some day Jimmie you will read this blog and that you will know how much you are loved. That is what I want you to know most of all. Through all of your "ups and downs", through all of your momma and daddy's up's and downs", through all of the things that happened to you that were out of our control. Through every situation where "hindsight was 20/20" you<i><b> were</b></i> loved! You<i><b> are</b></i> loved. For love is the power that overcomes any tragedy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will love you forever,</div><div>Auntie Amber</div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-27963166037574913032011-02-11T08:08:00.002-06:002011-02-11T08:15:58.728-06:00Happy Birthday Jimmie!Jimmie is 2 years old today!! One of our dear ballet students, Hannah -sent me this blog header that she designed for Jimmie a few months ago. She did a wonderful job! I thought it would be fun to put it up in honor of Jimmie's birthday. It shows how far he's come! We will have some special stuff to post. Tomorrow we are having a tiny little party for Jimmie. I am also working on a new montage and of course we are working on his birthday (developmental post). <div><br /></div><div>So for now- <b><i>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET JIMMIE!!!</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">More to come this weekend. (-:</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Love,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Amber<br /></span></i></b><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-12624970373695080292011-02-08T09:53:00.004-06:002011-02-08T11:46:34.347-06:00Sleep Sweet SleepAs you know Jimmie has developed some major sleep issues this past year. Rachael and Justin really wanted him to sleep in his crib, but that had become impossible. Jimmie would scream for hours on end, puke all over himself on purpose etc... He has been sleeping in the big bed with mommy and daddy for a few months now. <div><br /></div><div>However Rachael in her characteristic determination decided that this could be fixed! After much research she came across this book:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TVGBZosdUcI/AAAAAAAAC0g/8MpxXdc1eYY/s1600/51lZmwQ%252Bk3L._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TVGBZosdUcI/AAAAAAAAC0g/8MpxXdc1eYY/s400/51lZmwQ%252Bk3L._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571376491454616002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Rachael has read this extensively and done everything recommended. She is still in the early stages of what is called "Sleep Training" with Jimmie, but so far it has been a HUGE success. The past 5 nights Jimmie has slept 11 to 12 hours a night in his crib in his OWN room with little issues compared to what used to happen. Rachael and Justin are thrilled about this! </div><div><br /></div><div>So now not only are Rachael and Justin "Dog Whisperers" they are also "Baby Whisperers". (-: </div><div><br /></div><div>Can you believe that Jimmie will turn 2 years old in 3 days?? The big celebration will be at the end of May when his adjusted age is 2 and cold and flu season is over. We will do something small this weekend though. </div><div><br /></div><div>Go Jimmie go! (-:</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Amber</div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-54508542095127553832011-01-30T14:09:00.004-06:002011-01-30T14:31:22.383-06:00Speech UpdateJimmie is doing well! There is not a lot new or exciting as Rachael and Justin are keeping him isolated to protect him from the winter colds and flu. <div><br /></div><div>His 3 therapists came for a visit this week. His speech therapist (and the rest of us) continue to be highly suspicious that Jimmie has Apraxia. Especially in light of the raving review coming from his cognitive therapist. She is just super impressed with Jimmie. Anything she would give Rachael for him to work on is at the 2 year old level. As you know it will be a couple of weeks before his birthday and he is not actually considered 2 years old until his due date May 28th. In other words- Jimmie is one smart little cookie!!! (-: </div><div><br /></div><div>However those cognitive abilities being so advanced sheds light on the huge gap between that and his speech. He does not say much. He is becoming very advanced with signing, even signing 2 or 3 things in a row to make a sentence. This shows advanced language skills. All the while he is struggling with basic vowel sounds much less full words. He is often accurate with one vowel sound, but as soon as he tries to put another sound with it they both break down. This is all very much deja vu for us as my daughter McKenna has Apraxia. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jimmie is so sweet. I did get to see him last week as Rachael agreed to bring him by my house for a rare visit. He was so cute! He's developed these adorable little shy mannerisms. When I say, "HI Jimmie!! Auntie is so happy to see YOOOOU!" He stands there and covers his face with his hands, but you can see his huge dimples peeking out between his fingers. Of course there is always the possibility that my over the top excitement to see him freaks him out. (-: </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't help myself I love my Jimmie SO VERY MUCH!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Amber</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Jimmie has been pretty hit or miss the past 2 weeks with his eating. He has been cutting his 2 year old molars. Rachael has done very well staying calm and not freaking out when he doesn't eat. This is a big victory for Rachael so give her virtual pat on the back! (-: </div><div><br /></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-41634005519308551812011-01-20T13:01:00.004-06:002011-01-20T13:09:07.717-06:00Snow DayWe have had 5 snow days here in the last 2 weeks! Jimmie went out to help shovel this morning. (-: <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTiGvem1EFI/AAAAAAAAC0E/09JCVQbZJ4s/s1600/IMG_1659.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTiGvem1EFI/AAAAAAAAC0E/09JCVQbZJ4s/s400/IMG_1659.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564345489844146258" /></a><br /></div><div>The snow went up to his thighs so he couldn't really move around very well. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTiGvkPwFVI/AAAAAAAAC0M/JhdLQ9AFnpc/s1600/IMG_1660.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTiGvkPwFVI/AAAAAAAAC0M/JhdLQ9AFnpc/s400/IMG_1660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564345491357963602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Plus it's COLD!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>He did have fun walking up and down the shoveled sidewalk though. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jimmie is doing well. He's had a few grumpy days this week where he was not eating or sleeping well. At first Rach thought he was getting sick again. )-: But as it turns out he was cutting teeth. They've finally broken through so he seems to be feeling better. </div><div><br /></div><div>We love the snow, but cabin fever is starting to set in. 0-:</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Amber</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979637521243658100.post-66529851425399909692011-01-14T16:02:00.007-06:002011-01-14T20:08:08.965-06:00Dear Jimmie- Happy 23 Month Birthday!<div>Dear Jimmie,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9u8dfpsI/AAAAAAAACz8/XdxUBQAf314/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9uc4JmpI/AAAAAAAACz0/ifQU1Ubu7BM/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG"></a></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Happy 23 Month Birthday!!</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br />This you right after you were born.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sle17RHCapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2MzQ_1OAzVg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sle17RHCapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2MzQ_1OAzVg/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950311590324882" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And this is you today!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9uDzrarI/AAAAAAAACzs/t02YokCViEI/s1600/IMG_1651.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9uDzrarI/AAAAAAAACzs/t02YokCViEI/s400/IMG_1651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562224507540433586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Look at how you have grown next to your Rottweiler Puppy!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeCeKzkISwI/AAAAAAAAASA/TP9SMTTBXSI/s1600-h/DSCN1876.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/SeCeKzkISwI/AAAAAAAAASA/TP9SMTTBXSI/s320/DSCN1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323428668029553410" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9uc4JmpI/AAAAAAAACz0/ifQU1Ubu7BM/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9uc4JmpI/AAAAAAAACz0/ifQU1Ubu7BM/s400/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562224514270075538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div>Look at how you've grown in your father's hands!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sasr-IZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rIMk0tWJI2I/s1600-h/IMG_0127.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/Sasr-IZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rIMk0tWJI2I/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308384932190838770" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9u8dfpsI/AAAAAAAACz8/XdxUBQAf314/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TTD9u8dfpsI/AAAAAAAACz8/XdxUBQAf314/s400/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562224522748208834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TLcb0y-aKxI/AAAAAAAACj8/p_qTOthoPBk/s1600/IMG_1474.JPG"></a>Here is your special "Watch Me Grow Montage"!</div><div><br /></div><div><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=a88acff078ef502d4bf155" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=a88acff078ef502d4bf155&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make video montages at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div><br /><br />You have gained 15 oz this month! You are 18 lb 13 oz. This is so awesome because you gained even though you got sick again and didn't eat well.<br /><br />Your height has increased almost another inch. You are 33 inches long! </div><div><br /></div>Your head has increased to 18 & 1/2 inches around!</div><div><br /></div><div>You have 123 followers on your blog Jimmie! </div><div><br /></div><div>Your <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3yd5WQK3vg&feature=related">"Faithfulness" </a>Video Montage has been viewed 14,897 times. That's 394 times this month!<span style="text-decoration: underline; "></span><span style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /><br /></span>Your <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtG1Eerhl0E&feature=related">"Jimmie's Wonderful World" </a>Montage has been viewed 996 times. And your <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TSbzgqP-OY">"High Places"</a> Video Montage has been viewed 728 times!<br /><br />Your blog has been viewed 2,290 times this month for a total of 120,501 hits! You have a lot of <b><i>very cool</i></b> <b><i>people</i></b> who love to check on your progress Jimmie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Physically you are doing well. You are now doing a very good job eating with a spoon! You have most of your teeth and when you are healthy you eat very well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sleeping is still an issue. You still wake up in the night, wake up early (4:30am) wanting to eat and you will not sleep at all unless you are in the big bed with mom or dad. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Communication wise you are now putting 2 signs together which is excellent for language development. However speaking is just not happening for you. You worked hard on saying "all done" the other day. You would say "ahhh" and then "dnnn" separately with prompting, but when you tried to put both sounds together it came out, "dnnahh". We are still highly suspicious that you may be dealing with Apraxia. </div><div><br /></div><div>Christmas was wonderful and you got to come to Ma and Pa's and celebrate with us. You are so sweet and so much fun. </div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TSCjvUhOQMI/AAAAAAAACy8/Q1ZNQ2xUJQI/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TSCjvUhOQMI/AAAAAAAACy8/Q1ZNQ2xUJQI/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557621973532426434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Our new thing that we do together is play "hide and seek". When ever you see me now you manage to communicate by acting it out and signing "more" that you want to play. You were so happy Christmas morning with the gifts, the people and the food! You are truly precious.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>New Year's Eve was very low key. You were still getting through the latest virus and your daddy was working. So you and your momma rang in the new year together- sleeping. (-:</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Dearest Jimmie, I can't believe it, but in a few short weeks you will be two years old. At this time 2 years ago your mommy was in the fight for your life! Today (Jan 14th) is actually the day 2 years ago that your mommy had the surgery to put in the cerclage that helped to save your life. Jan. 12th 2009 was the date it was discovered that you were in extreme danger. So amazingly and against all the odds you stayed in your mommy's tummy almost a month to the day we were told you were lost. That was an amazing time. While it was one of the darkest times in our lives it was also one of the most miraculous.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the time your mommy was in the operating room she had almost no cervix left. She was mostly effaced and dilated to a 3. The situation was so dire that the surgeon could hardly do the stitch. Your bag of water was bulging out the opening. There were so many things that could have happened to end your life. The bag of water was eased back up where it should have been without breaking and the amazing surgeon was able to create a sort of a stitch that was better than nothing. However we were told things did not look good. Your mom was labeled the "sub-optimal cerclage patient". We were told almost everyday how little hope there really was for a good outcome. It was horrifying and exhausting, but we fought through. We fought for hope. We, who loved you, truly were "Much Afraid" (from the book Hinds Feet On High Places) Our companions were "Sorrow and Suffering". We climbed up the "Precipice Injury" stumbling and bleeding along the way, attacked by "Craven Fear". I will never forget how terrifying and hopeless that time was. How utterly impossible it seemed that your mommy would make it 3 weeks with you still safe inside her, when every few hours storms of symptoms would come crashing in.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will also never forget how we were lifted up.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Shepherd was faithful to us, he gave us his cordial of "Grace and Comfort" while Sorrow and Suffering tied their bodies to ours and helped us up the Precipice.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were lifted up by the prayers and good wishes of family, friends and strangers. We did everything we knew to do to help you grow strong and healthy. TKM and electrolytes around the clock. The amazing doctors and nurses did everything medically they could, and they did so excellently. People brought meals, cards and words of encouragement. Friends and strangers sent prayers and support. People shared with me how they were up in the night led to pray, I was told about churches all over the country lifting us up in prayer. This blog started as a way to get updates to friends and family also brought us encouragement from strangers who became friends as they sent words of prayer and encouragement. </div><div><br /></div><div>All of that was our cordial of "Grace and Comfort". </div><div><br /></div><div>In the end we did make it to the top of the precipice. You were still born tragically early, but your life has been anything, but tragic. Right away you were special! You worked hard through your NICU days Jimmie. The nurses and doctors called you , "small, but mighty"! You only had one really rough patch that you fought through amazingly. We who love you had a new name, instead of "Much Afraid" we were now "Grace and Glory"!</div><div><br /></div><div>I often think about how you are now and the little struggles of day to day life that sometimes bring us down. I think about how if back then, 2 years ago, before you were born, when all of the doctors were telling us how very grim your future was- if back then we had one blog post to look at- with perhaps a picture of you how you are now, beautiful, strong and healthy... </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TSCjunxcxMI/AAAAAAAACys/CgMEY2x4xW0/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_myaXAQ3_RHc/TSCjunxcxMI/AAAAAAAACys/CgMEY2x4xW0/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557621961520891074" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>How stunned and awe struck we would have been at that peek into the future! It seemed impossible that your situation would be ok and yet it is. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's much much more than ok . . .</div><div><br /></div><div>You are here living life! </div><div><br /></div><div>You are truly a miracle Jimmie and I will be forever grateful for you- my little hero! </div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Auntie Amber</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jimmie's Auntie Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511899732061107606noreply@blogger.com8