<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:15:16.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Memories with Mason</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1943433509656227892</id><published>2009-12-16T16:59:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:19:01.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mason!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SymUo-UbXDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S1PqcKu2zgY/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SylptaknRuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IHUhlErmf5w/s400/PC151559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976255837652706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sylps4UmLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/3KeIJDG0uzk/s1600-h/PC151546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sylps4UmLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/3KeIJDG0uzk/s400/PC151546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976246643666722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SylpsVSn61I/AAAAAAAAAcc/sVYjAxiu1YA/s400/BABY++PICS_1_123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976237240150866" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SylpsO0JKXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gtzTi2XrC8E/s400/0404082131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976235501693298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mason!  This time last year I had no idea how much a little, tiny person could so easily and lovingly become the center of our universe. He is the world to us. His smile brightens our day, his laughter makes our worries go away. He adores us and we adore him. He is such a happy little guy. So easy going, easy to smile, clap his hands, giggle and throw his arms up. It's like he picks up something new each and every day. It's amazing to see him grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just wish time would slow down just a tiny bit. It's all going by way to fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe this time last year he was just a few hours old.  I remember a time when I had no clue what I was going to do with this tiny baby boy. I had no idea how to change a diaper, give a bath, make a bottle, soothe a tummy ache or a bad dream. I was clueless on how to care for another human.  Now I feel like it's second nature. It's almost if I can  read little Mason's mind. I know when he has a fever just by looking at his eyes, I know if he's sleepy by the way he pulls his ear. I know his different cries, so I can tell when he is scared, hungry, teething or just tired and wanting his mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Travis has been the best father. He's changed more diapers than I have and not once has he ever complained about getting up in the middle of the night, either to sit and talk while I was breastfeeding, or give a bottle or just hold little Mason. He spends so much time with Mason and I could not have asked for a more supportive father. This past year has been both the best and most challenging of our marriage. Mason has made us a family and that is an amazing feeling. However, handling a new little person and figuring out how to be husband and wife not just mommy and daddy is difficult, especially when you are just exhausted cause you aren't getting a lot of sleep. Travis and I are so very different and stubborn. We like to get our way, especially when it comes to what we think is best for Mason. There's not a lot of compromising going on, but we are getting better.  We are not often on the same page and that has taken some getting used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bottom line, we both love Mason more than life itself, and that's a pretty awesome feeling. I guess that's really the only thing we need to have in common in order to raise a wonderful young man. That plus our faith, which has carried us both through hard times and made the good times, the wonderful times that much more special. God you are AWESOME. I prayed to you every night when I was pregnant. Most often times I was sitting on the shower floor, begging you to help me be a good mom. I also selfishly begged you to help me loose the 80+ pounds I had gained during the pregnancy. I said Your name over and over during our c-section, thanking you for this gift, thanking you for a miracle we had waited three years for. Well, God, thank you for answering my prayers and for our little man, Mason.  Happy Birthday, little baby boy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1943433509656227892?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1943433509656227892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1943433509656227892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1943433509656227892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1943433509656227892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-mason.html' title='Happy Birthday Mason!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SymUo-UbXDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/S1PqcKu2zgY/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8526010485609669128</id><published>2009-09-26T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:02:46.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Crawling to Walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mason took several first steps today! I was about to take a nap. Travis was playing with him before giving him a bottle and putting him down for his afternoon nap. All of a sudden Travis bursts into our room and says you better come in here if you want to see your son walk for the first time. I was like, no way. I mean he had been kinda taking some steps, but they were really wobbly. He just started crawling, I kept thinking.  Well, Travis put his truck in front of Mason and he just took off, literally taking between 6 and 12 steps to get to his truck and push it! It was AMAZING to experience this amazing first as a family. I mean this is a start of a whole new journey for our little man and our family. Travis has been working with Mason on walking and his balance before our nighttime bottle and it looks like his dedication has paid off. Mason is very close to mastering this amazing skill and he's not even 10 months old. Travis is so excited, he says he just wants Mason to run out to meet him when he gets home from work shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." Well, my dears, you are literally one step closer to making that dream a reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, Mason is starting to get his top teeth in! 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SpHuI-W0tjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1abd2bGqxJQ/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373337668374804018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason is officially crawling and we are so excited! We were starting to wonder if it was every going to happen. He is now zooming and zipping all over the place. We are realizing very quickly that it's going to be twice as hard to keep up with him now. When he wants something, he takes off and gets it, which is already starting to exhaust mommy and daddy. At first he would kinda scoot around using one leg to propel his body forward while moaning and groaning in protest. He just didn't like to do it. He would crawl just far enough to reach the object then collapse on his belly and bury his head on the floor. But now he's on all fours and seems to enjoy his new mobility. When he reaches the object of his desire, he can grab it and sit back up and start playing with it.  He smiles and laughs when he finally reaches his destination. It is so fulfilling to see him accomplish this new task. It is so incredible to witness these baby steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in the process of baby-proofing the home. Lamps, candlesticks, plants and all other decorations will soon be put up. Light sockets are being plugged up and the hardwood floors will soon be covered up with a big rug. We are concerned that we might miss something. So, if you have any suggestions that may help, we are all for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still LOVES to eat! He is now feeing himself the Gerber stars and yogurt bites, it's so cute to see him concentrate on picking the star up and then quickly get it to his mouth! It's amazing how his hand-eye coordination and crawling skills improve by the hour.  When we eat at home, we usually invite my Mom and Dad to i-chat with us. Mason loves seeing his grandma and granddad on the computer while he eats. We love having the Mac technology to share his milestones with my parents in Atlanta! If you have loved ones who live far away, the mac i-chat program is priceless!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason's personality continues to blossom. He is such a happy little man, quick to smile and giggle. He loves peek-a-boo, Lexi's bumper, his truck and baseballs. He is starting to like to sit and have me read him books, but they have to be the cardboard page kind, because he likes to eat the thin paper kind.  He loves his baby can read video's and will throw his arms high in the air when you say,  "Put your arms up Mason, put your arms up." We of course think this is because he is brilliant! I think all parents think that. The only thing he isn't doing is saying Mama or Dada. But that will come in time. It's just another memory we have to look forward to in this remarkable journey. God has truly blessed us with a wonderful little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" style="border:none;&amp;quot;" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6867772212066767034?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6867772212066767034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6867772212066767034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6867772212066767034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6867772212066767034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/08/zoomzoomzoom.html' title='Zoom...Zoom...Zoom!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SpH4TyQ_w-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/JxjwcfPHsH0/s72-c/DSC_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5751823351123162777</id><published>2009-08-07T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:25:53.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On His Own!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, it's not like he's ready for college or anything, but Mason is growing up so fast!! He is now holding his own bottle and can take it in and out of his mouth as he pleases!  However, he only does this with his "juice" bottles. When you are rocking him or trying to put him to sleep, he doesn't like to be bothered, which I adore. He still wants that mommy/baby snuggle/bottle time.  So, I'm more than happy to hold his bottle as long as he wants. I'm so not ready to give that up anytime soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only a matter of time before Mason is crawling all over the place. He's almost got it, but just can't seem to stay on his knees for more than two steps before he falls on his belly. He would prefer to walk everywhere and can cruise up and down the length of the sofa while holding on with one hand. It's really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm adoring this stage in his life where it seems like he picks up a new skill or tick everyday. But at the same time it's a little bittersweet. My baby is growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" style="border:none;&amp;quot;" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5751823351123162777?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5751823351123162777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5751823351123162777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5751823351123162777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5751823351123162777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-his-own.html' title='On His Own!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5614574580880952025</id><published>2009-08-01T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:25:06.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURxYxfFGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7pr-vzv9sAE/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURxYxfFGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7pr-vzv9sAE/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214071243084898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURxJAjyTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1bV12pYvzW4/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURxJAjyTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/1bV12pYvzW4/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214067011340594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURw5gPvGI/AAAAAAAAAas/OCI-J4bLmdo/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURw5gPvGI/AAAAAAAAAas/OCI-J4bLmdo/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214062849277026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURwTNF4FI/AAAAAAAAAak/5jzLhJahWqU/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURwTNF4FI/AAAAAAAAAak/5jzLhJahWqU/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214052568391762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love three day weekends, especially when my Mom and Dad are in town to enjoy them with us. Mason is such a joy. Every day he does something new that just captures our hearts. Like today, Lexi was standing in front of him while Mason was in his exerciser. Lexi started wagging her tail, brushing Mason's face back and forth with her fluffy hair.  Well, Mason thought this was HILARIOUS. He kept on giggling, which made Lexi wag her tail that much more which made him laugh even louder. So freaking cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, we put a swing up on the back porch. At first we thought Mason wasn't a big fan, which confused us. We'd push him gently, back and forth, but he would just sit there looking board. Well, it turns out we were a little tame in our technique. Travis decided to push him a bit higher the other day and this was more of Mason's speed. He started squealing with laughter! It seems the higher the better, the faster the more fun for our little dare-devil!! Lord help us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" style="border:none;&amp;quot;" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5614574580880952025?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5614574580880952025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5614574580880952025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5614574580880952025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5614574580880952025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SnURxYxfFGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7pr-vzv9sAE/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8410846376147960298</id><published>2009-07-28T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:13:13.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Daddy and John Deere</title><content type='html'>Travis has been waiting forever to take his son for his first tractor ride. This weekend Travis's dream of sharing this adventure with his son came true. As I watched, a bit teary eyed, Travis bounded up the stairs and sat in the cab with Mason on his lap. I could tell Travis was nervous that when he started the tractor the noise might upset lil' Mason. Well, he shouldn't have worried. As soon as Mason saw the steering wheel he grabbed ahold and looked back at Travis as if to say let's go daddy!! Travis cranked it up and off they went. It was so fun seeing Father and Son together in a moment that was all their own.  I think the last picture says it all! You can see pure joy on both of their faces! What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obyBzBfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fpC2-kalYdA/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obyBzBfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fpC2-kalYdA/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363690876460795378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obvWx7uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zoKOXPUUUYM/s1600-h/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obvWx7uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zoKOXPUUUYM/s400/DSC_0120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363690875743497954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obKIeMoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wde3aRoFxSo/s1600-h/DSC_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obKIeMoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wde3aRoFxSo/s400/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363690865751372418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-oa1GkzzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/R0Cwj8ugu34/s1600-h/DSC_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-oa1GkzzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/R0Cwj8ugu34/s400/DSC_0189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363690860106272562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-oaXUegWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TRcxSbJ3ltQ/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-oaXUegWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TRcxSbJ3ltQ/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363690852111516002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" style="border:none;&amp;quot;" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8410846376147960298?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8410846376147960298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8410846376147960298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8410846376147960298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8410846376147960298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-daddy-and-our-john-deere.html' title='Me, Daddy and John Deere'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sm-obyBzBfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fpC2-kalYdA/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8980733636196126850</id><published>2009-07-22T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:36:11.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy and First Aid</title><content type='html'>The Tooth Fairy has visited the inside of Mason's mouth! She has decided it's time he HAS a tooth! We are so excited, in fact a lot more excited than I think either of us thought we would be. We keep washing our hands over and over so we can stick our finger inside his mouth and feel that sharp little point. Mason is getting a bit weary of the constant attention. But we love it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of attention we sure did attract it last night at our CPR class. First, let me say, Travis and I are on total opposite ends of the universe when it comes to what's okay and what's not okay for little Mason, as far as safety goes.  I'm very conservative and I worry a little too much (okay I worry all the freaking time) I would like to bundle him up in bubble wrap. Travis thinks it's time Mason learns how to juggle grenades. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, I decided if we took CPR and First Aid from the Red Cross, maybe we could meet in the middle with help from an expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was incorrect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,  Travis informed me when class started that the only reason he was here was to support/help me because he was already certified. I cut my eyes at him, thinking he would be smiling at his joke. Well, he wasn't joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were learning how to do chest compressions on our dummy and Travis was not locking his hands together in the proper position. I took no pleasure whatsoever in pointing this out to him.  He informed me again that he was here for me, that he ALREADY knew this and he was doing it correctly.  Well, I did not want to make a scene (which we always seem to do) So I said quietly...Honey, really I think you need to lace your fingers together. Travis says back to me... nope I'm good. So I kinda get a little miffed that he's not following the rules,  so I call the instructor over. She tells him the same thing and he proceeds to tell her, well it doesn't matter how you do it, you are still going to save a life. I almost fainted right then and there. She looked at him like he had grown a second head.  I didn't know if I should laugh histaricaly or strangle him and then practice CPR for real, with my proper laced fingers technique of course. And yes, we caused a scene. Several fifteen year olds who were there training to become lifeguards have decided they will never get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we start learning infant CPR. This time Travis tells me I'm doing it wrong, I need to use my pointer finger and middle finger to do the two finger compressions. Well, I watched that video like a hawk and I told him very nicely, Honey I think you are supposed to use your middle finger and ring finger. To demonstrate, I proceeded to hold up my middle finger in front of his face.  Well, I think the instructor (who had been keeping an eye on us ever since the first run in) saw me do that little signal to Travis. Fearing a fight, she ran over and quickly showed us the proper technique. I was correct, thank you very much. Travis again said well, it doesn't matter how you do it you'll still save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes time to take the test to get our certification. Now, let me say there were probably 30 people in our class and Travis and I were the LAST to leave. That's because Travis ended up arguing with our instructor about a question that he felt was a trick and should be removed from the international book of Red Cross CPR test questions, because it wasn't fair. By this time I have crawled into the big Red Cross bag with all the other CPR dummies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY leave and as we are walking out Travis puts his arm around me and says...."Well honey, I hope you learned something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8980733636196126850?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8980733636196126850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8980733636196126850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8980733636196126850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8980733636196126850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/07/tooth-fairy-and-first-aid.html' title='Tooth Fairy and First Aid'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8713493296404599092</id><published>2009-07-19T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:40:51.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grandma and Grandpa's House We Go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdn_jBW2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_jboVBX5K9g/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdn_jBW2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_jboVBX5K9g/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371660643982178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdnVtVIhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OoHpycKnrlg/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 576px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdnVtVIhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OoHpycKnrlg/s400/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371649412932114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdnFSiTBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ybkYx1E9maQ/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdnFSiTBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ybkYx1E9maQ/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371645005581330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdm8OcLmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bjqC6hx3AZE/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdm8OcLmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bjqC6hx3AZE/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371642572484194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdmZyG_GI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jO0ZSxtz208/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdmZyG_GI/AAAAAAAAAZE/jO0ZSxtz208/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371633326849122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Mason is all snug in his crib. We lowered the mattress tonight, because he is starting to pull up! It was kinda sad, because I thought well, that's just one more sign that he's growing up. He's already 7 months!! Where has the time gone? He loves to walk, while holding onto our hands and he is now "scooting" around when sitting up.  He can turn in circles while on his tummy, but a forward motion "crawl" isn't quite happening yet. I'm in no rush. It'll happen when it happens. He smiles ALL the time now and just giggles. He invents a new sound nearly every day and it's hilarious to hear. He's now eating three meals a day. He loves his veggies and fruits. We have started on some finger foods, but he doesn't have any teeth, so again, not rushing anything,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great trip to Atlanta this weekend. We were able to take Mason to visit both of his great-grandmothers. Mason was as always a joy. We were in the car for most of the day. He was so good and loved showing off his new "walking" skills to his great-grandma's. Of course, Travis and I left the camera at my Mom and Dad's house! So, I'm a little upset, but we bought a disposable one and I'm hoping we got some good shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a chance to stop and see Mason's Uncle Alan and Zia Tracey. We had a nice visit with them, met Tracey's two adorable cats and got to see our nephew, Huen the super dog. We then traveled to the outlet mall and visited Carter's and Strausburg. We bought some super cute stuff for Mason. Travis even let me buy something that he thought was kinda sissy, but OMG it is the cutest thing EVER! I can't wait to take pictures of him in it!! Speaking of clothes, It's so hard finding cute boy stuff. I mean I could find something cute for a baby girl in a freaking vending machine, but boys stuff, Oh my lord. It's either so frilly  or so covered with cheap looking patches of weird looking animals or stupid sayings. Drives me insane. It really does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did find some cute stuff and then we headed back home for dinner. We were in the car all day, and he only started fussing at the end of the day. God loves this child. He is super amazing and it was so special to see him interact and be just adorable with his great-grandma's and his Uncle and Zia. It was a nice trip!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some new pictures of Mason at our house with Mom and Dad and from our visit in Atlanta, when we did have the camera!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8713493296404599092?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8713493296404599092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8713493296404599092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8713493296404599092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8713493296404599092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-grandma-and-grandpas-house-we-go.html' title='To Grandma and Grandpa&apos;s House We Go!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SmPdn_jBW2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_jboVBX5K9g/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-2974045954987616601</id><published>2009-06-28T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:58:18.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts and Lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6ebXNPnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/g6PD9OvWk2U/s1600-h/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6ebXNPnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/g6PD9OvWk2U/s400/DSC_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352592451545415282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6eOXgCXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Oiz4DFbD8Mk/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6eOXgCXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Oiz4DFbD8Mk/s400/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352592448056985970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6dvV6IaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2p10E0YaksM/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6dvV6IaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2p10E0YaksM/s400/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352592439728808354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6dZZNpgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/VuviXDtcDFg/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6dZZNpgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/VuviXDtcDFg/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352592433837090306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6czdiWOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4qI927is0vQ/s1600-h/DSC_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6czdiWOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4qI927is0vQ/s400/DSC_0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352592423654676706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know it has been so super long since I've blogged. So much has happened. Mason is  6 months old now. He is 22 lbs, he sits up by himself and he now reaches for Mommy and Daddy! He's kinda learning how to crawl. We are on second foods and he is also sleeping through the night!!! YAHHOO!! I hope I didn't just jinx us!! We are getting into a routine. Eat by 7:00, then bath and our final bottle by 7:30 or 8. Some nights Mason will sleep till 6:30 in the morning! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bittersweet. Our baby is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't used his baby swing in a long time. From day one that swing was like a third parent in this house. It was such a crutch for us and so helpful! I have memorized every song the swing can sing!!! Our swing was a lifesaver and stopped many of Mason's cries! Now we are talking about putting it away!! It's still in our bedroom right now. I think Travis and I know that when the swing does get put up, it will mean our baby is no longer a newborn.  It is symbolic of those early days.  I think I will ball my eyes out when we do put the swing away. I guess I keep wondering, will I ever use it again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped breastfeeding. I was two weeks shy of making it six months. Mason made the decision for us, which was nice. I was ready, he was ready.  Still, I'm sad about one thing.  I really didn't take a snapshot in my mind of the last breastfeed we did. I can't remember if it was in the morning or in the afternoon or at night. That's upsetting to me, I mean how could I not remember the last time I fed him myself?  I think I've been so focused on remembering his firsts that I have forgotten how important it is to remember the lasts too. Sometimes those are just as special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is such a cuddle bug! We fall more and more in love with him every day. Travis and I are a great team. We love traveling with him, and when I say traveling, I mean down the street to our pool.....but still, when you are packing enough to keep a baby entertained, dry and fed all day, you consider that a trip!  Mason loves the water! I mean LOVES IT! We take him swimming several times a week and he gets in the big bathtub with me at night. He adores his rubber ducky and tries to grab the stream of water pouring out from the faucet. So cute! He also loves watching Lexi and Pebbles. They love him as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been visiting a lot this summer, keeping Mason during the week. Then he goes and stays with NeNe, the rest of the time. I can't tell you how wonderful it has been to go to work, knowing my moms are watching him. They adore him and he adores both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes....Mason is really a red head now!!! His hair matches mine almost perfectly!! He has his daddy's blue eyes! He still looks like a balloon animal, but he is quickly stretching out and loosing the rolls. He's just perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-2974045954987616601?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/2974045954987616601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=2974045954987616601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/2974045954987616601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/2974045954987616601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/06/firsts-and-lasts.html' title='Firsts and Lasts'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Skg6ebXNPnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/g6PD9OvWk2U/s72-c/DSC_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5039011077842534494</id><published>2009-06-06T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:38:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SisoEL8SaMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dlHWlfGTMlg/s1600-h/DSC_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SisoDGmOypI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-0bkvjJELI0/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344409416580909714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5039011077842534494?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5039011077842534494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5039011077842534494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5039011077842534494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5039011077842534494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/06/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SisoEL8SaMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dlHWlfGTMlg/s72-c/DSC_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8432851739430269725</id><published>2009-05-11T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:16:05.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE yourself slow down!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjooMhhfjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FmrB1w5_6Gk/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjonqLd_NI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eUfHOtmdfbY/s400/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334769526655286482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjonUgkAiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D6pd3wPcvvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjonUgkAiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/D6pd3wPcvvQ/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334769520838181410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjonAmG0lI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tViiwbAwpT0/s1600-h/CSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjonAmG0lI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tViiwbAwpT0/s400/CSC_0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334769515492725330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful weekend we had! After a busy work week, it was so nice just to hang out, the three of us, in our PJ's and just relax and spend my first Mother's day together.  I loved it!! Thanks to Travis and Mason for the wonderful cards and spa day gift package. it was just what this busy mama needed, although finding time to use it, will be a challenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's possible, Mason gets cuter every day! I think it's because at this stage of the game, he is developing so quickly and each day literally a new piece of his personality emerges for us to see. We are loving it. He is so full of life and energy. He is demanding, yet  chill, inquisitive, yet silly, giggly and serious. He's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny to see him react to the doggies. Pebbles and Lexi love to greet him when we walk into the door. They each have to smell him or get a quick kiss.  And they LOVE dinner time!! They hang out under the high chair and wait for the food to start falling!! Sometimes Mason gets so caught up in watching the dogs, watch him, that he forgets it's time to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking if eating, he loves it. It's all business. He likes big bites and he likes to eat very quick. We better have everything ready by the time he's in that chair, or else!! Then it's time for a warm bath, a little bit of playing, then a big bottle and a long rocking session and off to bed. He still smiles right before he falls asleep. It will melt your heart. I always rock him a while longer after he falls asleep, I'm just trying to take it all in, because everyone tells me how quickly they grow up. I MAKE myself slow down. During that special rocking time, the laundry, dishes, checking email...everything can wait. In that moment, there is nothing else but me, my son and a rocking chair. Life should always be that wonderful and simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also just bought a second baby monitor. This one has a mat that goes under his mattress and measures movement and breathing. If Mason doesn't move or breath for 20 seconds, then the alarm goes off. It really is quite amazing and it works. We've tested it out on purpose and on accident. Mason is starting to roll over, and because he hasn't spent that much time on his tummy (he hates tummy time) I'm worried something might happen during the night. So this new monitor has been a saving grace. I love it, I just sleep better knowing it's there to watch over him. In fact, it's called Guardian Angle. Thanks to my friend Gina, for recommending it to us. We love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8432851739430269725?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8432851739430269725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8432851739430269725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8432851739430269725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8432851739430269725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-yourself-slow-down.html' title='MAKE yourself slow down!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SgjooMhhfjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FmrB1w5_6Gk/s72-c/DSC_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1157991385689189687</id><published>2009-04-26T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:55:57.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj55yl0jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BRyeNb32Gx8/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj55yl0jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BRyeNb32Gx8/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329205211735380530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj5jSgjtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fa_Td2mTZy0/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj5jSgjtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fa_Td2mTZy0/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329205205695237842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj5HH4nCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qagNO0La37U/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj5HH4nCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/qagNO0La37U/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329205198134484002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj4xc29EI/AAAAAAAAAWs/G4495mk6YR4/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj4xc29EI/AAAAAAAAAWs/G4495mk6YR4/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329205192316875842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj4gVL2wI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1IYgHoR3O-4/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj4gVL2wI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1IYgHoR3O-4/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329205187721288450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is amazing. Each and every day Mason makes us smile more and more. He is growing into such a sweet, beautiful little boy. He isn't our infant baby anymore. How time passes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has quite the personality. He loves his Mama and adores his Daddy. He never meets a stranger and just loves being held and kissed. And oh my LORD, can he TALK!! He just chit chats all day!! We love hearing all the new sounds he makes.  He's very calm, and chill. Like his Daddy. He is so super strong and can sit up by himself for a good length of time. He loves to watch baseball with his daddy and take his bath.  He grabs just about anything, but he does have his favorite objects. He loves his green frog "lovey" his rattle, and baseball from his dad. Early in the morning, Travis most often goes and gets him when he starts to fuss. Travis brings him into our room and as soon as Mason sees me, he stops fussing and breaks into a huge smile! Oh, what a way to start my day. We lay in bed and nurse for a bit, Travis gets Lexi on the bed and Pebbles is still under the covers somewhere. Travis sometimes goes back to sleep, or we talk. Sometimes we all just close our eyes. I love these mornings the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the new foods that we are slowly introducing him to. In fact I think he wishes we would go ahead and get to the burger and french fries. He loves eating and it shows. He weighs around 18 pounds and is 26 inches. Nursing is still a part of our day, but nothing like it used to be.  It's so hard being back at work, no time to pump and more often than not I'm not able to run to MJ's to feed him at lunch. But the pressure and the discomfort is worth it during the day, to still be able to feed him when I can, esp. in the morning.  I'm shooting for 6 months, maybe longer. He had his four month old vaccines Friday. Did great and it was a blessing to be able to nurse him following the shots and calm him down. Thinking about stopping is so upsetting to me, but I know the day is coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ has been a blessing. She keeps Mason all week now. I never worry, knowing she would do anything for him. Travis is able to spend more time with him this way, and MJ and I have become closer in the process when I do get to go see him for lunch or a break. Mama is almost out of school and will be coming up for extended vacations during the summer to keep him, wow. Mason is a very lucky boy. But really, we are the lucky ones. He is our life, our joy, our everything. I'm loving every second of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1157991385689189687?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1157991385689189687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1157991385689189687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1157991385689189687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1157991385689189687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-boy.html' title='Beautiful Boy!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SfUj55yl0jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BRyeNb32Gx8/s72-c/DSC_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6252868596883149315</id><published>2009-04-22T22:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:22:01.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Applesauce is YUMMY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxl9CnMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5b6PHaTm2cs/s1600-h/DSC_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxl9CnMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5b6PHaTm2cs/s400/DSC_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720728274050242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxbCVZBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/O6f62t9LkPg/s1600-h/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxbCVZBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/O6f62t9LkPg/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720725343462418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxDeGO5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ORt0iGQDEpw/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxDeGO5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ORt0iGQDEpw/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720719017458578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dwwdKuWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9l8rPT3grsk/s1600-h/DSC_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dwwdKuWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9l8rPT3grsk/s400/DSC_0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720713913284962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dwkXTUmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/LP6JKGUumMw/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dwkXTUmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/LP6JKGUumMw/s400/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327720710667457122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6252868596883149315?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6252868596883149315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6252868596883149315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6252868596883149315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6252868596883149315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/04/applesauce-is-yummy.html' title='Applesauce is YUMMY!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Se_dxl9CnMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5b6PHaTm2cs/s72-c/DSC_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1280630352157396653</id><published>2009-04-02T20:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:50:41.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Pics Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyK1JC3GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3ci4Ck-8D2E/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyK1JC3GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3ci4Ck-8D2E/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320284065197382754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyK8M1ptI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LMRlDL6bgjQ/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyK8M1ptI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LMRlDL6bgjQ/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320284067092342482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyKrrejpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n-o_HpMY9TA/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyKrrejpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n-o_HpMY9TA/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320284062657449618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyKQFnrUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sl4HMo_wPz0/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyKQFnrUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sl4HMo_wPz0/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320284055250906434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyKLiz6gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/anrfTduBqg8/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyKLiz6gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/anrfTduBqg8/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320284054031165954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3tKz1A8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/KkekKIwEMnY/s1600-h/DSC_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3tKz1A8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/KkekKIwEMnY/s400/DSC_0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290152687666114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3s1zrIFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/m6KbbdAiofA/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3s1zrIFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/m6KbbdAiofA/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290147049873490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3sVJtcqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pdzg0VghPXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3sVJtcqI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pdzg0VghPXQ/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290138283930274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3sGHBRNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rnDTcpnA15M/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3sGHBRNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rnDTcpnA15M/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290134246114514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3sBSeinI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eYqvWRe5OHE/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdV3sBSeinI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eYqvWRe5OHE/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320290132951992946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I need to clone myself, a much more relaxed, organized and calm self. I'm so freaking busy! I work all day, and all I want to do when I come home is be with my Mason. So, until I can become the first human "Dolly" I've decided to institute a new "Quick Pics Post." I don't have to blog something hilarious or cute...I can just let the pictures do all the talking. Here you go!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1280630352157396653?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1280630352157396653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1280630352157396653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1280630352157396653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1280630352157396653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-pics-post.html' title='Quick Pics Post!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SdVyK1JC3GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3ci4Ck-8D2E/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6597662052768181034</id><published>2009-03-11T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:43:12.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work, and no more hair down the back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SSHA78xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/asxKoU60lpY/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SSHA78xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/asxKoU60lpY/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313493606441153298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SRjti2uI/AAAAAAAAAUY/YgpkxBkARDo/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SRjti2uI/AAAAAAAAAUY/YgpkxBkARDo/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313493596964575970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SRKCJtsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i1mceejOG48/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SRKCJtsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i1mceejOG48/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313493590071686850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SQzbnksI/AAAAAAAAAUI/azay-nbX2M8/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SQzbnksI/AAAAAAAAAUI/azay-nbX2M8/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313493584004485826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SQgCGS1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BLe3N_v5W_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SQgCGS1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BLe3N_v5W_Q/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313493578797173586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to go back to work today. I don't even want to talk about it. A huge thank you to everyone who called and texted their love and support. Thanks Mom, for coming in to take care of Mason and for picking up the pieces when I fell apart! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, big news tonight! My husband is back!!! He cut his beautiful long hair today, after growing it out for locks of love! His beloved niece was there to do the honors. Kate has alapecia and has struggled with hair loss for a while now. It's now growing back and she looks beautiful! I'm glad my clean cut man is back, however I have to say, the long hair was kinda sexy.  The fact that he grew it out over a year for his Katie-bug was even sexier! He's a wonderful man!! I'll post pictures as soon as his mama sends them to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6597662052768181034?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6597662052768181034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6597662052768181034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6597662052768181034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6597662052768181034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-work-and-no-more-hair-down-back.html' title='Back to work, and no more hair down the back!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/Sb1SSHA78xI/AAAAAAAAAUg/asxKoU60lpY/s72-c/DSC_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5980927030696080433</id><published>2009-03-01T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:33:05.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>So, it snowed in Auburn today! Beautiful! Travis made a snowman all by himself. He was like a big kid all day. The dogs loved running all through the yard, I loved watching Lexi, if the snow made Travis act like a kid, then it made her act like a puppy! She loved it.We bundled up little Mason and took him outside for some quick pictures. He looked adorable in his little outfit from Jackie and John! I kept thinking to myself, this is the first time Mason has worn shoes, this is the first time he has seen the snow. I mean that's a really big deal, you know? So many firsts are still to come and what a blessing each and every one will be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpu3e4XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9TJUVAJbbME/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpu3e4XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9TJUVAJbbME/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434059764883826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpiRW0CI/AAAAAAAAATw/O1B8fXYFADs/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpiRW0CI/AAAAAAAAATw/O1B8fXYFADs/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434056383746082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpTRJf8I/AAAAAAAAATo/CgM3O9DZ5hs/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpTRJf8I/AAAAAAAAATo/CgM3O9DZ5hs/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434052356341698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpFMEiwI/AAAAAAAAATg/zmt267Ri9WU/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpFMEiwI/AAAAAAAAATg/zmt267Ri9WU/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434048576948994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYoa9MPWI/AAAAAAAAATY/H5YvQ2X8BbA/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYoa9MPWI/AAAAAAAAATY/H5YvQ2X8BbA/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308434037240249698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLeKJ5TBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mykY1lBdOYY/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLeKJ5TBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mykY1lBdOYY/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308419567280278546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLdw1RKqI/AAAAAAAAATI/K9UuSP8DQYU/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLdw1RKqI/AAAAAAAAATI/K9UuSP8DQYU/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308419560482876066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLd6UxjZI/AAAAAAAAATA/vRbJ_1Gob7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLd6UxjZI/AAAAAAAAATA/vRbJ_1Gob7Q/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308419563030941074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLdp-bJjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n-RMO7hRr7U/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLdp-bJjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n-RMO7hRr7U/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308419558642230834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLdQ94uEI/AAAAAAAAASw/nzerMU5c6L8/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatLdQ94uEI/AAAAAAAAASw/nzerMU5c6L8/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308419551929088066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5980927030696080433?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5980927030696080433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5980927030696080433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5980927030696080433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5980927030696080433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SatYpu3e4XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9TJUVAJbbME/s72-c/DSC_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-4138254551332489254</id><published>2009-02-21T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:41:55.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby!</title><content type='html'>Mason had his first round of shots yesterday. Poor thing, I have never heard him cry like that. Thankfully I was able to nurse him seconds after the shots were given and he calmed down and fell asleep in five minutes. I loved the feeling of being able to comfort him when he was scared and in pain. It makes all the early frustrations of breastfeeding well worth it. Travis was such a huge help and so far he hasn't missed a doctor's appointment. He's so wonderful with little Mason. When we got home, he was still fussy but fell asleep and had a nice nap. That night he was very fussy, but settled down after his bath and slept the whole night, expect when we woke him a bit to give him some Tylenol. Bless his little heart, he did so good. I love my little man so much. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3C3Cj8kI/AAAAAAAAASo/-qdPivQ6qps/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3C3Cj8kI/AAAAAAAAASo/-qdPivQ6qps/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305300883316404802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3ClJw9oI/AAAAAAAAASg/oQTz5HAi3jA/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3ClJw9oI/AAAAAAAAASg/oQTz5HAi3jA/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305300878514779778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3CV0_eiI/AAAAAAAAASY/x0NKuB13uP4/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3CV0_eiI/AAAAAAAAASY/x0NKuB13uP4/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305300874401118754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3Ce-9NnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/T-uUEyzGI2E/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3Ce-9NnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/T-uUEyzGI2E/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305300876858832498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my boss called me yesterday to ask if I was coming back to work. I said yes and we tentatively set March 16th as the date. So, now all I can think about is how much I'm going to miss him and how in the hell am I going to be able to leave him? I've already started crying about it. I'm trying to focus on the positives. I love my job, I'm great at it and Mason is in very good hands....but they aren't my hands. You know? God give me strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-4138254551332489254?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/4138254551332489254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=4138254551332489254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4138254551332489254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4138254551332489254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SaA3C3Cj8kI/AAAAAAAAASo/-qdPivQ6qps/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6770215454778298935</id><published>2009-02-18T18:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:30:28.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynEMWH7VI/AAAAAAAAASI/4oS-M5w_4qs/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynEMWH7VI/AAAAAAAAASI/4oS-M5w_4qs/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298151610936658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynD9UDyYI/AAAAAAAAASA/9c34QQ3JnWM/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynD9UDyYI/AAAAAAAAASA/9c34QQ3JnWM/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298147575744898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynDgCyH_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/DrbaUZKevqI/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynDgCyH_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/DrbaUZKevqI/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298139718655986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynDbjZrPI/AAAAAAAAARw/iG3SV1DzkRU/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynDbjZrPI/AAAAAAAAARw/iG3SV1DzkRU/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298138513288434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynDVxWmDI/AAAAAAAAARo/PhxTZQVCJ5w/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynDVxWmDI/AAAAAAAAARo/PhxTZQVCJ5w/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304298136961194034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I am super duper excited! Travis and I ordered a D90 Nikon digital camera and it arrived today! I took 200 pictures of Mason in about 10 minutes. I felt like a photographer on &lt;em&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/em&gt;! It's addicting! Mason was my model and he looked FIERCE! We had a great time. Here are just some of my favorites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6770215454778298935?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6770215454778298935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6770215454778298935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6770215454778298935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6770215454778298935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-cheese-baby.html' title='Say Cheese Baby!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZynEMWH7VI/AAAAAAAAASI/4oS-M5w_4qs/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-645639448560382881</id><published>2009-02-16T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:20:53.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonxB05khI/AAAAAAAAARA/REx-rW9uvpE/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonxB05khI/AAAAAAAAARA/REx-rW9uvpE/s400/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303595234439565842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful Mason turned two months today! Can you believe it? Time is flying by. I want it to STOP right now. Do all mom's say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is sleeping through the night. Amazing. He goes down around 10:30pm and sleeps until six the next morning. At first it freaked us out a bit, but we are slowly getting used to not getting up for those 2 am feedings. He loves to be rocked, and stare at the dimmed lights on the ceiling fan in his room before he slowly starts closing his eyes and falls asleep in your arms. Those are the sweetest moments, because Mason flashes this beautiful sleepy, closed-eyed smile just before he falls into a deep slumber. I love it, I get to kiss him and smell him and cuddle him. It is by far my most favorite time of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Daddy came for a visit this weekend. We had a great time and Travis cooked a delicious steak dinner for Valentine's day. He added a fourth diamond to the necklace my mom gave me. The first diamond is for my grandmother, the second is for her the third is for me and now the fourth is for Mason. My sweet, sentimental husband. What would I do without him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonyF9k0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/A3zkR3Zdu_I/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonyF9k0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/A3zkR3Zdu_I/s400/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303595252729565394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a wonderful weekend, Mom and I giggled while putting together little Mason's birth announcements and we went shopping. I fit into a pair of Anne Taylor jeans, not my pre-preg size of course, but I still got in em' and looked cute. As of today I have lost 50 lbs. with another 20 or 25 to go. It's such a relief to know it's coming off, sure it's hard work, working out every night and strict dieting, but I'm doing it and it feels wonderful physically and emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonyWUO_1I/AAAAAAAAARg/aRrs4qN94nY/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonyWUO_1I/AAAAAAAAARg/aRrs4qN94nY/s400/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303595257119571794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. Going to go brush my teeth, and get in bed. Snuggle up next to my sleeping husbabnd and try not to stare at the baby monitor. Good night baby Mason, thank you for the BEST two months of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonx_cYFJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8bww653xQa0/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonx_cYFJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8bww653xQa0/s400/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303595250979706002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonxZTOKII/AAAAAAAAARI/OFFRElJqQ2A/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonxZTOKII/AAAAAAAAARI/OFFRElJqQ2A/s400/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303595240740759682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-645639448560382881?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/645639448560382881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=645639448560382881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/645639448560382881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/645639448560382881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-beautiful-mason-turned-two-months.html' title='2 Months Old!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SZonxB05khI/AAAAAAAAARA/REx-rW9uvpE/s72-c/DSC01213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1785257467980673368</id><published>2009-02-08T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:06:34.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Play</title><content type='html'>It was a GORGEOUS day outside! So, Travis and I took Mason, Lexi and Pebbles to the park. I was a bit nervous when we pulled up and saw all the people and dogs. I was worried about all three of my babies. The dogs getting away, or the stroller tipping over. Travis could see the tension on my face, and said, "Okay, you are not allowed to freak out, honey." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5pXOzl_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HwPQ6Vgji5U/s1600-h/P2082045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5pXOzl_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HwPQ6Vgji5U/s400/P2082045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659406700255218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nnUjYVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZPz21FCgsOE/s1600-h/P2082048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nnUjYVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZPz21FCgsOE/s400/P2082048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659376659587410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nsdGuoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/anZKz7Qi6oU/s1600-h/P2082043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nsdGuoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/anZKz7Qi6oU/s400/P2082043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659378037635714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nSPKk7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/J09b17tK_dQ/s1600-h/P2082032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nSPKk7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/J09b17tK_dQ/s400/P2082032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659370999845810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nHtQZpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2jjia9vSwyQ/s1600-h/P2082027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5nHtQZpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2jjia9vSwyQ/s400/P2082027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300659368173266578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I took a deep breath and we exited the vehicle. Surprisingly, it went great. The dogs were wonderful, Mason slept and cried for a bit before we could get him a bottle, then he just looked around and all the people and trees. He loves the outside! It was so relaxing. I can't wait for more of these days together with our new family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1785257467980673368?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1785257467980673368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1785257467980673368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1785257467980673368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1785257467980673368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/02/park-play.html' title='Park Play'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SY-5pXOzl_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HwPQ6Vgji5U/s72-c/P2082045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1280376717092508813</id><published>2009-01-30T17:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:28:16.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends, Good Times</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite a day. First Travis and I had our last appointment with Dr. Alverson. My 6 week checkup. I'm completely recovered from the c-section! It's amazing how far we have come, from our first appointment more than a year ago when we wanted a baby so bad, to the day we started Clomid,  to the day he confirmed we were pregnant, to the day we had our baby Mason. Full circle. I'm going to miss seeing all the friends we have made in the office, they took such good care of us. Maybe we will be back again one day!?!?!?! Lord only knows. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ watched Mason for us at the house, he was still congested so we took him to Dr. Greer's just to make sure he was okay and he is. We love Dr. Greer, he spends so much time answering our questions and alleviating our concerns. He's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home, Brad and Holly came over with dinner. It was SOOO good! Chicken, salad, rice, black eyed peas, Holly can cook! They got to love on Mason and Holly and I spent a good hour on the sofa just talking. It was SOOO nice having girl talk. Brad is so lucky. Travis and I prayed that he would find a wonderful girl to marry. We could not have asked for a better person for him. Brad seems complete and it is so great to see them so happy in their new marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SYOKELX-h0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/K7eknY4-pLI/s1600-h/P1292003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SYOKELX-h0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/K7eknY4-pLI/s200/P1292003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297229391095301954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Mason is now officially smiling at us all the time. He even giggles. He just melts my heart every time I see those dimples! What an amazing milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SYOLGD_lL6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/MabqF4Indhs/s1600-h/P1262000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SYOLGD_lL6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/MabqF4Indhs/s200/P1262000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297230522985295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1280376717092508813?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1280376717092508813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1280376717092508813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1280376717092508813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1280376717092508813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-friends-good-times.html' title='Good Friends, Good Times'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SYOKELX-h0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/K7eknY4-pLI/s72-c/P1292003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8116296439992693900</id><published>2009-01-27T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:16:35.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Special Prayer</title><content type='html'>There is a wonderful person on my mind tonight. She is loving, beautiful, intelligent and a wonderful friend. She has been praying for something to happen in her life for a very long time and I'm hoping with everything that I have that her dream comes true. To this very special person, we love you. To all my friends who read this blog, please say a prayer for this wonderful person tonight. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8116296439992693900?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8116296439992693900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8116296439992693900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8116296439992693900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8116296439992693900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-special-prayer.html' title='A Very Special Prayer'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5761442147785108349</id><published>2009-01-25T23:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:35:50.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karlee, Rolley Len, Mason and Car Seat Drama</title><content type='html'>I just noticed something so very cute.....take a look at this sequence of pictures we took at Karlee's birthday party and Mason's face.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S-jnwYhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pa_k6z4bSec/s1600-h/P1241961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S-jnwYhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pa_k6z4bSec/s200/P1241961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295479971524928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason is looking up at Karlee, smiling as if to say "Well, hey there little lady, what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S_Pot9JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TMGV3jr7wp0/s1600-h/P1241962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S_Pot9JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TMGV3jr7wp0/s200/P1241962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295479983340123282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thinks,  "Wait a minute, this girl is trying to get into my car seat and I don't know if I like that too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S_c1_44I/AAAAAAAAAPo/zmNhD1z0NOk/s1600-h/P1241964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S_c1_44I/AAAAAAAAAPo/zmNhD1z0NOk/s200/P1241964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295479986885485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thinks, "Daddy, I mean she's cute and I want to be her friend, but I really don't want to share my car seat."&lt;br /&gt;Then he notices yet another adorable blond. He thinks, "Okay, there's another one coming at me,  trying to get into MY car seat. What are we going to do? Think. Think. Dad, help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S_vW-C9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/r3wH5h_5YFQ/s1600-h/P1241965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S_vW-C9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/r3wH5h_5YFQ/s200/P1241965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295479991855614930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, when all else fails, he starts crying, "GET THESE GIRLS AWAY FROM MY CAR SEAT, Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Mason, get used to it. Travis and I pray these two adorable little girls will become life long friends. Get used to giving them what they want and try not to whine about it.  Your daddy will show you how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5761442147785108349?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5761442147785108349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5761442147785108349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5761442147785108349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5761442147785108349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/karlee-rolley-len-mason-and-car-seat.html' title='Karlee, Rolley Len, Mason and Car Seat Drama'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SX1S-jnwYhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pa_k6z4bSec/s72-c/P1241961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-286738018627482036</id><published>2009-01-25T17:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:51:56.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the biggest OOPS ever!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't worn my wedding rings in about 5 months. I guess that's what happens when you gain as much weight as I did while pregnant. Seriously, Oprah was starting to look like Kate Moss (That's my polite way of saying anorexic) compared to me. VERY DEPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas my wonderful husband surprised me with not one, but TWO, beautiful bands of diamonds I can wear with my engagement and wedding rings.  The set is stunning and meant so much, one band was from him, the other was from Mason. Problem is even though I have lost about 45 pounds, I still can't wear any of them! So, I would try them on every morning, and it was like trying to shove a marshmallow into a piggy bank slot. It was so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one night, I used lotion and soap to grease those puppies all the way on.  IT WORKED! I felt like my old, not quite as large, married self again! The angles sang! The diamonds dazzled and danced in the bathroom light....... for all of five minutes. Then, my finger started to swell and I'm talking my finger blew up.  So I tried to get the rings off, while desperately hoping Travis wouldn't walk into the bathroom and see me struggling. You see, this is the second time that I had used lotion to force them on. The first time I got them off and Travis told me not to do it again.  But this time, after 10 minutes and loosing all the circulation in my finger they were still on. I was about to faint from the pain. I had to get Travis.  We tried ice water and even more lotion, but finally he had to go to his truck and get his wire cutters. Yep, he cut my wedding and engagement ring off my swollen/red/scary blue/bleeding finger.  Thankfully I hadn't attempted to get all four on, so the two new ones were spared this depressing fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a freaking idiot. Travis has locked ALL of my rings in the safe and I'm not allowed to get them back until he says so. I can't even have them to take them to get fixed. He made me feel even more guilty by saying he was upset because those bands were supposed to represent our life together as an unbroken circle, as stated in our wedding vows. And even though I told him he was acting kinda like a girl, it did make me feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm an idiot. But one day we will look back on this and laugh. Maybe I'll have my rings back by then.  Travis, honey,  you can hold this silly stunt over my head for at least 5 years and bring it up at the table every Christmas to embarrass me in front of our family. And really....isn't THAT what marriage is all about? Love you babe. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still, and this is a little inside joke for my family, my ring drama is not AS stupid as the time my brother tried to grab the attic string with his teeth and he grew up to be geneticist and a lawyer. See how loving families never miss an opportunity to bring up what you try so hard to forget? We have the memory of elephants...blue elephants.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-286738018627482036?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/286738018627482036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=286738018627482036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/286738018627482036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/286738018627482036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-biggest-oops-ever.html' title='Like the biggest OOPS ever!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-551775188446499034</id><published>2009-01-25T15:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:18:42.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents and Parties but no Pygmies</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I know it's been a while since my last post, but my Lord, Mason keeps us very busy. He is staying awake a lot longer during the day, so the hours fly by. I love to play with him and watch his learning video. Mom and Dad swear he said blue elephant the other day. Ha! He's a genius.   He is grabbing at rattles and loves his play gym from his Uncle Russell and Adam. His hand eye coordination is really starting to develop. I mean I just can't help but smile when I look at him. He is super super cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzopNr40VI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CrGHpKEUOhc/s1600-h/P1221940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzopNr40VI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CrGHpKEUOhc/s320/P1221940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295363056626880850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzooujnIlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/m8huZ9ZI8UQ/s1600-h/P1181860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzooujnIlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/m8huZ9ZI8UQ/s320/P1181860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295363048270668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He can focus on objects and stares at his mama and daddy. He coos more than he grunts now and I swear he giggles. It is so cute to hear him experimenting with his own voice and new sounds. Plus, he is smiling and I don't think it has anything to do with having gas! He's adorable!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzoo4_c21I/AAAAAAAAAOA/DVcxN5synKI/s1600-h/P1191895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzoo4_c21I/AAAAAAAAAOA/DVcxN5synKI/s320/P1191895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295363051071789906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday Karlee Baker had her first birthday party. She LOVED her cake, and literally dove right in. No hands, all face. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr7CplJZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UJCvyZnkBNY/s1600-h/P1241941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr7CplJZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UJCvyZnkBNY/s320/P1241941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295366661436941714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr62NqivI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qPtUMPbWDAY/s1600-h/P1241965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr62NqivI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qPtUMPbWDAY/s320/P1241965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295366658098629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so cute. Have you ever seen The Christmas Story when Ralphy eats like a little piggy?? Well, Ralphy had nothing on our little Karlee.  It was Mason's first party. He enjoyed being passed from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr6bqqXkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3sbL51hwBnA/s1600-h/P1241946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr6bqqXkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3sbL51hwBnA/s320/P1241946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295366650972495426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr5obM1mI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7umXhSIz1Dc/s1600-h/P1241947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr5obM1mI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7umXhSIz1Dc/s320/P1241947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295366637217437282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Travis claimed that he did not like Mason's cashmere outfit (he thought it was a bit girly) HOWEVER, he had a small fit when I grabbed the green pacifier to take with us. He insisted we bring the blue pacifier, so it would match!  Yep. I looked at him like...who's the girl again?? Rolley Len Kirk was also there with her parents. She is such a cutie pie. She kept hugging Karlee, but it turned out to be more of a tackle. Can you say free safety for the Atlanta Falcons? Those two girls are adorable!!!! Both are so spirited and loving.  I can't wait till Mason grows up a bit so he can start playing with them. Poor little Mason, he doesn't stand a chance against these two and he's going to LOVE every minute of it. As we were leaving, we tried to take a picture of all three. Hilarious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr6J3DKWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gYfv_UnWUMQ/s1600-h/P1241954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzr6J3DKWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gYfv_UnWUMQ/s320/P1241954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295366646192613730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved every bit of our time spent with the Bakers, the Norells and Kirks yesterday. Saturday used to be about sleeping in, anchoring in Columbus, driving home, getting ready, and bar hopping till it was late enough to go to Supper Club to drink/dance the night away. My, how things have changed. I love this new chapter more than the Velcro Pygmies. That's a whole lotta love!&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad came for a visit last weekend. We had a great time. They get up super early after our morning feedings and would watch Mason so Travis and I can sleep in a bit. It's so nice having them here. Plus, my dad actually changed a diaper by himself. He loves little Mason so much. Mom and I got out of the house, it was soooo nice! We went to our favorite place...Victoryland and played the slots (Some say trashy I say it's the best 100-bucks I'll ever spend)  We just giggled and talked and had a great day out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwSrzMUWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vN7YDLmhpuI/s1600-h/P1211903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwSrzMUWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vN7YDLmhpuI/s320/P1211903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295371465666613602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwSGB1iqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4aoxeUt9Xok/s1600-h/P1181880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwSGB1iqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4aoxeUt9Xok/s320/P1181880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295371455527488162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwRzrzzRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qEdqo37xUIc/s1600-h/P1181874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwRzrzzRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qEdqo37xUIc/s320/P1181874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295371450603261202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwRERtcbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rAWbi7eZEvU/s1600-h/P1181856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzwRERtcbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rAWbi7eZEvU/s320/P1181856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295371437877326258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Joyce (MJ) just came over for a visit. She brought Subway and we had lunch. She got to love on Mason for a while. I was able to sit down and pay bills and it didn't take me all day. Thanks MJ. The Sekulas also brought dinner over. Yum. Little John, who I adore, got to hold Mason. He did not want to let him go! LJ just loves babies. He is such a caring and sweet child. Thanks Sekulas!&lt;br /&gt;So, right now Travis is hunting and I'm blogging while watching some awful reality TV shows. My guilty pleasure. Mason is napping in his swing (THANK YOU SO MUCH BETH AND JACK) and I might close my eyes for a bit as well. What a Sunday to be thankful for. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" /&gt;Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-551775188446499034?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/551775188446499034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=551775188446499034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/551775188446499034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/551775188446499034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/parents-and-parties-but-no-pygmies.html' title='Parents and Parties but no Pygmies'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SXzopNr40VI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CrGHpKEUOhc/s72-c/P1221940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-7886170877288031797</id><published>2009-01-12T19:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:42:57.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWv5jqOTttI/AAAAAAAAANw/5tGmryf4_ec/s1600-h/IMG00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWv5jqOTttI/AAAAAAAAANw/5tGmryf4_ec/s320/IMG00072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290596578301818578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear baby Mason,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have certainly had a week. We are starting to figure one another out. I sort of understand your cries and most of the time you stop crying when you hear my voice. I love that. And if you are still crying, it always stops when I pick you up.  I loved you from the moment we made you, but now I'm getting to really like you. It's a neat feeling, the bond that we are growing every day. I love the noises that you make, it seems like you make a new one every day. I love it when you yawn and stretch after a big nap. I love that you can now focus on me and you seem to concentrate very hard to understand what I'm saying to you. You are so cute. Thank you little Mason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-7886170877288031797?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/7886170877288031797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=7886170877288031797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/7886170877288031797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/7886170877288031797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWv5jqOTttI/AAAAAAAAANw/5tGmryf4_ec/s72-c/IMG00072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-3619455931116009848</id><published>2009-01-05T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:30:31.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSS-93bhI/AAAAAAAAANg/A5GMiZystpo/s1600-h/P1011786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSS-93bhI/AAAAAAAAANg/A5GMiZystpo/s320/P1011786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020136068345362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSSKc_VfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QmJmmERgMGI/s1600-h/P1021797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSSKc_VfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QmJmmERgMGI/s320/P1021797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020121971807730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and I spent our first day at home together. My mom left this weekend and Travis headed to work. Needless to say I was a tad bit apprehensive....but the day went well, we even made our first car trip together. Mason sounded a little stuffy, so we headed to the doctor. I was there at 8:45, office opened at 9. My mom used to do this with us when we were sick. She was always the first one waiting in line at the doctor. Her idea was the sooner she could get us in to see the doctor,  the faster we could get our medicine and feel better. Mom was always the best nurse and I hope I can be the same for Mason. Anyway, Dr. Greer says the stuffed up sound was perfectly normal for the third week and he showed us how to suction out Mason's nose, which I will allow Travis to do, because Mason hates it. I don't want to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSR0aUjTI/AAAAAAAAANI/Buz_lasVRHs/s1600-h/PC241743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSR0aUjTI/AAAAAAAAANI/Buz_lasVRHs/s320/PC241743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020116055035186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis got home around 5:30 and Allyson stopped by to drop off a cool baby carrier to help me care for Mason when I'm at home, or to take him on walks. LOVE her. Then I got out for about 30 minutes and walked super hard in the rain. It was great to get some fresh air and be alone with my thoughts. Then we had dinner and gave Mason his bath. I'm going to bed and Travis is going to do this next feeding so I can get some sleep. Travis has been so nice that I decided to post pictures of little Mason in his first ever SEC outfit, even though it's not Auburn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good night little Mason!  Here's to us! We did it and I only cried three times for my mom!! Not too shabby! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSSpNY3xI/AAAAAAAAANY/O_58I8N2cz0/s1600-h/P1021807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSSpNY3xI/AAAAAAAAANY/O_58I8N2cz0/s320/P1021807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020130227871506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-3619455931116009848?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/3619455931116009848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=3619455931116009848' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/3619455931116009848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/3619455931116009848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-first-day.html' title='Our First Day....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SWLSS-93bhI/AAAAAAAAANg/A5GMiZystpo/s72-c/P1011786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-9109253395471074983</id><published>2009-01-03T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:53:01.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SV-yPAechgI/AAAAAAAAANA/050Z3VjEA2g/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SV-yPAechgI/AAAAAAAAANA/050Z3VjEA2g/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140458451731970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's visit ended today. I'm devastated. I miss her so much I physically hurt.  I don't want to blog about it, I just want to get through it. Mom, thank you for all that you did and continue to do for me, Travis and especially little Mason. You are the most giving and selfless person I know. Dry your eyes. I'm drying mine and I'll see you in five days.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SV-yO41Dd-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/aDQQWGAbTpY/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SV-yO41Dd-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/aDQQWGAbTpY/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140456399075298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-9109253395471074983?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/9109253395471074983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=9109253395471074983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/9109253395471074983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/9109253395471074983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-mom.html' title='Thanks Mom'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SV-yPAechgI/AAAAAAAAANA/050Z3VjEA2g/s72-c/DSC01019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5375953827492008281</id><published>2008-12-30T22:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:02:49.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVr8l7bjPAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MvFS1WZ-Nh8/s1600-h/IMG00035-20081230-2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVr8l7bjPAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MvFS1WZ-Nh8/s320/IMG00035-20081230-2046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285814841211304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason turned two weeks old today! His daddy was playing with him when all of a sudden Mason smiled and held that smile long enough for Travis to take this picture! I mean I know all mothers think their children are adorable....but pleasseee....have you ever seen such cuteness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I are gaining confidence every day. My mom will be leaving in a few days and I'm absolutely devastated that our time is over. Still, she thinks we are ready to be on our own and is nudging us out of the nest. It's so funny to see how she gently pushes me to do stuff that I'm still freaked out about, like driving with him in the car. Today she insisted we go for a weigh in at Dr. Greer's and stood back as I got him ready and put him in his car seat. (BTW, our little man weighs a whopping 9 pounds already!) I feel like Rockey and she's Mickey. She pushes me to get out and walk, eat healthy and take naps. 40 pounds have already fallen off and I now have the confidence that the final 30 will come off too, if I continue to work at it. I can't tell you how many times I have snapped at her (I'm so blaming the hormones) and how many times we have absolutely fallen out in tears laughing over something (mostly my National Geographic Boobs)I mean I could put someones eye out with these things. Gotta love breast feeding. Anyway, we have really had a wonderful time and I feel closer to her than ever.  What would we do without our moms. Mason, I hope you love me half as much as I love your grandma. Thanks Mom, for the laughter, tears, encouragement and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5375953827492008281?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5375953827492008281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5375953827492008281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5375953827492008281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5375953827492008281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-smile.html' title='First Smile!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVr8l7bjPAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MvFS1WZ-Nh8/s72-c/IMG00035-20081230-2046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1278021503615399022</id><published>2008-12-24T22:46:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:53:04.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>What an amazing time to bring new life into the world. Mom and Dad are here from Atlanta. My mom is staying with us for a month to help out. I feel closer to her than ever, which is amazing because she has always been my very best friend.   Alan and his wife Tracey are also visiting. And my dad drove four hours back and forth from Atlanta to bring my grandmother's over for the holiday. Travis's parents, Tracy and William, Adam and Russell came for Christmas morning. Once again, everyone did way to much for us and our little Mason. I took five rolls of film of Mason, dressed in his Santa outfit! Super cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdoMh4vOI/AAAAAAAAALg/gQPa8ZxBdyE/s1600-h/PC191660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdoMh4vOI/AAAAAAAAALg/gQPa8ZxBdyE/s320/PC191660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951207951940834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaYQorHzI/AAAAAAAAALY/9g-AcYkmyzw/s1600-h/PC191657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaYQorHzI/AAAAAAAAALY/9g-AcYkmyzw/s320/PC191657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283947635641360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaX785XEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wR0VsZ4lkbY/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaX785XEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wR0VsZ4lkbY/s320/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283947630089034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaXhbwdsI/AAAAAAAAALI/0LeYNCmFT2g/s1600-h/PC241722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaXhbwdsI/AAAAAAAAALI/0LeYNCmFT2g/s320/PC241722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283947622970717890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaXf6uI8I/AAAAAAAAALA/PR3nYtiqT6c/s1600-h/PC241720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaXf6uI8I/AAAAAAAAALA/PR3nYtiqT6c/s320/PC241720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283947622563718082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason is a little angel. Does every mom say that? Mom....I'm a MOM!  Anyway, he really is a good baby. He hardly ever cries. He loves to be cuddled and rocked. The only thing that seems to upset him is when he looses a sock. Travis can swaddle him in two seconds flat and I'm enjoying nursing. He has gained back almost all the weight he lost after he was born. We are having to supplement with formula along with nursing. Travis and the grandma enjoys giving him a bottle and Mason isn't picky, as long as he gets his dinner. He grew almost an inch in four days and is already holding up his head by himself. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaW8MZpeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2gaPAZULsU0/s1600-h/PC231704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRaW8MZpeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2gaPAZULsU0/s320/PC231704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283947612974196194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRWORWeJpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jlwh_WcTqFg/s1600-h/PC241715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRWORWeJpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jlwh_WcTqFg/s320/PC241715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283943065988245138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRWOHr_rCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qqURsQ0NIZo/s1600-h/PC241731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRWOHr_rCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qqURsQ0NIZo/s320/PC241731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283943063394167842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are slowly getting more comfortable handling him and transitioning from nervous parents into somewhat confident ones. As long as my mom is near, she is really a baby whisperer. I love being a mother. I can just stare at him for hours at a time, I'd rather be spending time with him that doing anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the feeling of pure love that washed over me when I first sang Mason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itsy Bitsy Spider&lt;/span&gt;, I balled like a baby.  We were rocking after I had nursed him he was falling asleep and I started singing, and barely choked my way through it. It was at that moment I realized I was someones mother. I wasn't overwhelmed, just satisfied with my place in the world. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRtb1Ddu9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NCoJEQuh6Os/s1600-h/PC211699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRtb1Ddu9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/NCoJEQuh6Os/s320/PC211699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283968587677940690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRtbcLIB3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/oWxvQUUl2m4/s1600-h/PC211690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRtbcLIB3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/oWxvQUUl2m4/s320/PC211690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283968580999186290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRta--nFCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ieuGCtLER7g/s1600-h/PC211691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRta--nFCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ieuGCtLER7g/s320/PC211691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283968573162066978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRtahcGGqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OJuB83P5_Jg/s1600-h/PC181631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRtahcGGqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OJuB83P5_Jg/s320/PC181631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283968565232671394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdpaUlyLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F16IcOKmQ6c/s1600-h/PC201677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdpaUlyLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F16IcOKmQ6c/s320/PC201677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951228834138290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis is an incredible father. He is so supportive of me, during those hormonal moments. Sometimes you will just cry for no reason at all!!!! He's up for every feeding, every diaper change and usually is the one picking out outfits for him and coordinating his socks and hats.  During those first days Travis really took the lead as I followed, not as confident in my new role as he was. Plus, the c-section was no joy ride and I was not feeling physically like myself.  I love that about Travis, he knows when to let me be...well....me. Strong, confident and full of myself. But he also knows when I'm feeling unsure of myself, and steps in and takes care of everything until I'm ready to be me again.  I love leaning on him and he always shoulders the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdpDGacxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JART24g6FQg/s1600-h/PC201671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdpDGacxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JART24g6FQg/s320/PC201671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951222600659730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdovbG6gI/AAAAAAAAALo/sn7vQJYm6rk/s1600-h/PC201683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdovbG6gI/AAAAAAAAALo/sn7vQJYm6rk/s320/PC201683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951217318750722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type, little Mason is swaddled and sleeping in his crib. In about an hour I will hear soft coos and maybe a few grunts and it's time to start our routine of feeding, rocking, changing and singing. I have never been so at peace, so content with my place in the universe, as a mom, a wife and a daughter. There is no greater joy. The reason for this season has never been more clear to me. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to our family and friends. We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1278021503615399022?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1278021503615399022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1278021503615399022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1278021503615399022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1278021503615399022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SVRdoMh4vOI/AAAAAAAAALg/gQPa8ZxBdyE/s72-c/PC191660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-2797149125177928273</id><published>2008-12-21T10:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:49:47.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mason Alan Spratlin is here! He was born Dec. 16th, at 9:01 am. He weighed 8 pounds and 4 ounces and is 21 inches. He is beautiful and we already can't imagine life without him. So we are super busy, feeding him, changing diapers and taking pictures. Here are a few that Uncle Russel took at the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55GssLTmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kEiqsMuId5k/s1600-h/DSC_0031_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282292568934796898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55GssLTmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kEiqsMuId5k/s320/DSC_0031_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55GBz4XBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6_sUdna9M0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0050_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282292557424385042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55GBz4XBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6_sUdna9M0Q/s320/DSC_0050_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55FkJY6_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xko87elpgms/s1600-h/DSC_0022_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282292549461535730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55FkJY6_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xko87elpgms/s320/DSC_0022_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you for all the cards, flowers, outfits, food and other gifts from our friends and family. We love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-2797149125177928273?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/2797149125177928273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=2797149125177928273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/2797149125177928273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/2797149125177928273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/12/mason-is-here.html' title='Mason is here'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SU55GssLTmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kEiqsMuId5k/s72-c/DSC_0031_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6918991991191226018</id><published>2008-12-15T16:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:36:39.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This time tomorrow I will be a mom. What an amazing, scary, exciting feeling. We are leaving bright and early for a quick drive to East Alabama Medical Center. I need to be there at 6:30 to be prepped for our c-section at 9. Travis and I are so excited. My mom and dad are driving in from Atlanta. They too are excited. My mom will be staying with us for a month to make sure all we have to worry about is taking care of Mason. She is superwoman, supermom, everything to me. I hope I can be half the mother to Mason that she's always been to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now a note to my son.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear my little Mason, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't wait to hold you in my arms. To see your face, the color of your eyes (I hope you have your daddy's eyes) your hair (we are in big trouble if you have my red hair). I can't wait to count your ten fingers and your ten toes. I know you are perfect. I can't wait to smell you and cuddle with you. I can't wait to see your dad stare in awe at you. I can't wait to hear the reactions from your grandparents as they see you for the first time. I'm so ready for you to be here. So are they. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I pray that I will be the best mom I can be for you. I hope to raise you in a home filled with love for both Christ and family. I hope you love dogs as much as I do and experience that type of pure love. I hope when you are a grown man that I'm the first person you have to tell when something fantastic happens. I hope I'm the first person you turn to when you are scared or something bad happens. I hope I can be a great mother-in-law to the woman you love.....just like I've had a great mother-in-law who loves me. I hope you love sports and hunting with your dad. I hope you love bugs and dirt and trucks. I hope you love books like your Uncle Alan and space ships and science like your Uncle Russell. I hope you are kind at heart like your Aunt Tracy Spratlin and sweet and loving and spirited like your other Aunt Tracey White. I hope you are strong like you Aunt Gayle. I hope you love your cousins, Kate and Campbell. I hope you have Kate's quiet strength and Campbell's spunk. I mostly hope you are like your dad, his dad and my dad. There are no other men on this earth like them or equal to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So little Mason, sleep well tonight. Tomorrow our life begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6918991991191226018?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6918991991191226018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6918991991191226018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6918991991191226018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6918991991191226018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope.html' title='I hope.....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5228569039801305594</id><published>2008-12-09T08:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:08:12.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm one week away from my due date and I haven't dilated or dropped. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday they did an ultrasound. We found out Mason is heads down. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;The measurements indicate he weighs about 7 lbs. 15 ounces Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point they could pull Mason out of my nose or ears and I wouldn't care. I'm just ready to have him. We are hoping I dilate some by the 16th, our due date. The doctor said if I had he could try to induce to speed things up a bit. If not, it looks like we will have a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all hit me about five minutes ago when the hospital called me on my cell phone to remind me that Dr. Alverson had me scheduled for a c-section on Tuesday, the 16th. It was like, wow, this is going to happen! Soon! Our baby, our son, is almost here, with us. We will be able to hold him and see him and love him and read to him and feed him and rock him. I'm overwhelmed. My heart just feels so full, with love for him, my husband and our family. Thank you God for this blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5228569039801305594?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5228569039801305594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5228569039801305594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5228569039801305594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5228569039801305594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-4748735892912016014</id><published>2008-11-19T19:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:54:42.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLFMYfb1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GU4tkG4GAfE/s1600-h/PB091440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270560754014056274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLFMYfb1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GU4tkG4GAfE/s320/PB091440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, a few weeks ago our lovely families and their friends hosted a shower for little Mason. I know it has taken me so super long to blog and post pictures about the shower, but I felt getting the thank you notes out first would be better. We are so blessed to have had so many people show up for the event and there were lots and lots of thanks to be mailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side of the family drove in from Atlanta. My mom and dad were there, my handsome brother and his beautiful wife, Tracey, came. So did my parents best friend and second mother to me, Mrs. Baldwin. My "Busy" grandma was also there. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLF0F5AbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AoD5iWd4C5o/s1600-h/PB091436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270560764673458610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLF0F5AbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AoD5iWd4C5o/s320/PB091436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travis and I always comment to each other on how well our families get along. It's such a blessing. We have some great times together and know when Mason gets here, he's going to have two sets of grandparents that will spoil him and love him...plus some great uncles and aunts. We love our families and thank them so much for leading by example and showing us the type of parents we can only hope to be for little Mason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A special thanks goes out to Mama Joyce. Her name wasn't listed as a host, but it should have been. She always goes all out and her love for Travis and me is amazing. I have some friends who comment on how awful their in-laws are, esp. the Moms. I'm so lucky and I know it. I love her so very much. Thank you MJ for loving us and Mason as much as you do. We love you back.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTPVMMlTUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PC3NaXKBBm4/s1600-h/PB091430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565426888527170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTPVMMlTUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PC3NaXKBBm4/s320/PB091430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a few more things. Travis built a beautiful bookshelf for the nursery. Russell and Daddy Dean helped out a lot.Travis was so excited to get it finished and put Mason's books, piggy banks and stuffed animals on it.He's already a wonderful father. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLH_tCLoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V8YZ6OanHtg/s1600-h/IMG00329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270560802150166146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLH_tCLoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V8YZ6OanHtg/s320/IMG00329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also hooked up our baby monitor. Thanks Mom and Dad!!! It's really cool, it allows us to watch Mason on an LCD screen as well as hear him. Travis plugged up the monitor and get this, he put it on HIS side of the bed. God, I love this man. He is so ready to be a part of this. I swear, if Travis could have been the one to be pregnant, he would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we only have a few more weeks to go. We have our suitcase packed, so do my parents. I think we both hope my water breaks in the middle of the night and we rush to the hospital, all excited and ready to see Mason. We call our parents and they rush to get to the hospital. Travis wants the movie version of labor. I just want the freaking epidural. So maybe the next time I blog, Mason will be here. Please pray for us, for Mason, for our families and for a safe delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-4748735892912016014?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/4748735892912016014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=4748735892912016014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4748735892912016014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4748735892912016014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down The Days'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTLFMYfb1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GU4tkG4GAfE/s72-c/PB091440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-5324359857150745762</id><published>2008-11-02T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:15:12.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, last week our wonderful friends hosted a fantastic and fun baby shower for us. Chip and Allyson went all out.Chip put the Bar-B-Q on at about midnight, despite not feeling to hot. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFbRIn9MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6xGwiE8Brc4/s1600-h/PA261392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270554536177038530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFbRIn9MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6xGwiE8Brc4/s320/PA261392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure his upset tummy had nothing to do with the Halloween party he went to that night!??! He was such a trooper! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Allyson as always made everyone feel welcome and at home. She has become such a wonderful friend and I honestly don't know what I would do without her. She was there from the very beginning. Listening to me cry my heart out when another test came back negative and now she is like my walking pregnant encyclopedia. Any and every question, no matter how silly or sometimes embarrassing, she always has the answer. It's so wonderful being close to someone who has "been there done that" so recently. She's such a wonderful mother to Karlee. I have learned so much by just watching her with her precious angle. From playing referee while Travis and I registered at Target, to loaning me my first pair of pregnancy jeans, Allyson is a blessing to our family&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFcmg-n1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNMjrYwOcQI/s1600-h/PA261394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270554559096201042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFcmg-n1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNMjrYwOcQI/s320/PA261394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are so lucky, to have so many true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFbwKR8OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6yfIdlahhWg/s1600-h/PA261386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270554544505483490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFbwKR8OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6yfIdlahhWg/s320/PA261386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gina drove all the way from Atlanta, Amy and Heath also made quite a trip to be here. Wanda, who's like my mom at work, made my favorite pound cake. Gayle just puts up with me, even when she probably shouldn't. She's the sister I never had. So many of our friends came to help us welcome Mason into the world and showered us with love and gifts. We are so thankful. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270554553079359682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFcQGc6MI/AAAAAAAAAJE/c3fJpFk6XAg/s320/PA261389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we got home, Travis and I couldn't stop talking about how much fun we had and how fortunate we are to be surrounded by such a supporting and loving group of friends.I was ready for bed, b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTGfxbA8rI/AAAAAAAAAJU/quqR1juv2Ws/s1600-h/PA261419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270555713075212978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTGfxbA8rI/AAAAAAAAAJU/quqR1juv2Ws/s320/PA261419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut Travis had other ideas. He had to put together the pack n' play, our fabulous gift from all the hosts and hostesses. In fact after he had it all assembled (Pebbles helped) He had me time him to see how long it would take him to take it down!!! He did it in 5 minutes! Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-5324359857150745762?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/5324359857150745762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=5324359857150745762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5324359857150745762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/5324359857150745762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-shower-fun.html' title='Baby Shower Fun'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SSTFbRIn9MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6xGwiE8Brc4/s72-c/PA261392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-4159525543796390679</id><published>2008-10-26T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:04:35.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Congratulations to the Thomas family! Thursday we welcomed beautiful baby Owen to the world. He's 21 inches long and weighs 8lbs.14oz. Big boy!! He already has chubby cheeks and looks exactly like Rachel and Jeremy. Lucky kid. We stopped by to see the trio on Friday. Rachel is doing great, Jeremy couldn't stop smiling and Owen was sleeping like a little angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SQSFOw0_AZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dMLGd2X4j1Y/s1600-h/Owen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261476753347379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SQSFOw0_AZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dMLGd2X4j1Y/s320/Owen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our favorite Aunt Zetta is now a grandmother. We are so excited for her. Owen, we can't wait for you to meet your little cousin Mason. You guys are going to have a lot of fun growing up together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-4159525543796390679?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/4159525543796390679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=4159525543796390679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4159525543796390679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4159525543796390679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-boy-owen.html' title='Baby Boy Owen'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SQSFOw0_AZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dMLGd2X4j1Y/s72-c/Owen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6319910813425678551</id><published>2008-10-21T20:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:58:24.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6GFK08nnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TVvA5hfWfKI/s1600-h/travis%27s+wedding+10-22-05+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259788838179217010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6GFK08nnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TVvA5hfWfKI/s320/travis%27s+wedding+10-22-05+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This night, three years ago, was the last time I was single and the eve of the first time I would become a whole person. I married Travis on October 22nd, in a beautiful ceremony at Auburn United Methodist Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6GFl163jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/L1zoy3Vx0Ks/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259788845431053874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6GFl163jI/AAAAAAAAAHs/L1zoy3Vx0Ks/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was the best day of my life. I think he would say the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259788864682734914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6GGtj4NUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LUxFIN8idYg/s320/wedding+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now we are on the verge of another miracle, the birth of our son. I can't tell you how much He has blessed us and how thankful we are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Travis, thank you for being the most wonderful husband. More importantly thank you for being my very best friend. I can't wait to see you hold Mason for the first time, kiss him for the first time and just stare in awe of him for the first time. What a life we are creating together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6IE7hB-hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m8AhdwmRQnU/s1600-h/Copy+of+P8150006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259791033092405778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6IE7hB-hI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m8AhdwmRQnU/s320/Copy+of+P8150006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6319910813425678551?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6319910813425678551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6319910813425678551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6319910813425678551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6319910813425678551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP6GFK08nnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TVvA5hfWfKI/s72-c/travis%27s+wedding+10-22-05+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6401587837130607876</id><published>2008-10-20T22:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:21:35.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP1T34pfxBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xLfcrUTyKAw/s1600-h/PA191383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259452159402951698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP1T34pfxBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xLfcrUTyKAw/s320/PA191383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Sunday was our first baby shower! I have been looking forward to this for so long. My neighbors and friends, Elizabeth, Julee, Amanda and Barclay outdid themselves. The food was amazing, the diaper cake and wreath Julee made were super cute and so many folks showed up. I felt so special and cared for. It was so nice. We got all kinds of diapers and wipes (Lexi helped us unwrap) Elizabeth and Holly were sweet enough to get us a diaper champ!!! The gifts are great. But most of all it was wonderful to be surrounded by amazing "super moms" and get their advice. Travis and I have been fortunate enough to see how these moms interact with their children. They are so loving, kind, patient and just plain cool when it comes to raising their kids.  We feel so blessed to have dozens of hands ready and willing to pitch in when little Mason gets here.  We love our house, but our neighbors make it a home. The support means so much. Again, thank you for a great afternoon. It was so special and I will never forget your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP1TOVliojI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hV1UIDtVFHc/s1600-h/IMG00276+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP1TOlBRBbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dzxwrtu2J8M/s1600-h/IMG00276+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451449759303090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP1TOlBRBbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dzxwrtu2J8M/s320/IMG00276+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6401587837130607876?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6401587837130607876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6401587837130607876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6401587837130607876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6401587837130607876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/neighbors-and-friends.html' title='Neighbors and Friends'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SP1T34pfxBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xLfcrUTyKAw/s72-c/PA191383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-1396523823013971135</id><published>2008-10-16T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:46:27.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cankles and Coach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have "cankles" according to my nice pedicure lady. Or at least that's what I think she said as she slipped off my shoes at the nail salon today. She's a wonderful Asian woman I've been going to for years. We've never had a conversation, but I love her. So, I couldn't really understand what word she uttered when she pointed to my huge belly, then pointed to my feet and gave me a sad face. But it sounded like "cankles." Or maybe that was the only word I could hear in my head when I stared down at two feet that did not look like my own. I did tear up a bit. I think that's why my wonderful, quiet pedicure friend gave me an extra 10 minute leg massage. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came home and waddled my way to my shoe closet. I tried to put on my favorite pair of Coach sandals. Let's just say it was like watching Cinderella's wicked step-sister try and cram her big fat foot into that damn glass slipper. I've never really liked the step-sisters, but at this point, skinny Cinderella can kiss my....cankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing not to be able to wear your wedding ring. You expect that and you get to buy a big fake one to wear. However, taking away a girls favorite pair of Coach sandals (THAT I GOT ON SALE) is just cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel sorry for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-1396523823013971135?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/1396523823013971135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=1396523823013971135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1396523823013971135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/1396523823013971135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/cankles-and-coach.html' title='Cankles and Coach'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8982984713051662891</id><published>2008-10-13T21:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:58:59.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power or Bliss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They say knowledge is power. However, after tonight's baby birthing class I'm thinking more along the lines of...ignorance is bliss. But I digress. So we had our second class tonight. I'm proud to say Travis and I acted like adults and we didn't get in trouble. Point for us. Anyway, we were shown another film, which illustrated different kinds of births. We saw natural births, a birth mom that got an epidural (YOU GO GIRL) and a cesarean. All in all it was a little "TMI," as in too much information. They crammed all of these different birth scenarios into a 10 minute video. I felt a tad bit overwhelmed at the end. Travis reminded me that we were with the YOU GO GIRL, so I just really needed to focus on her epidural induced, pain-free experience. She seemed to smile more than the other ladies in the video. And it wasn't I'm smiling cause they are filming me smile, it was a real smile. Believe me, I know the difference. So, I think we've chosen the correct "labor plan" as our nurse likes to call it. Done deal. Bring on the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for our trip to the hospital. I have to say I was so impressed with East Alabama Medical Center. The birthing suits were huge and they seemed to be equipped with all the latest gadgets and gizmos. That made Travis happy. He loves gizmos. I myself like the gadgets. I did notice, out of all the fathers, Travis seemed to ask the most questions. Which I thought was really sweet and cute. And the teacher seemed to ask him to do the most favors, like hand out papers or hold doors. Some in our group started calling him "teacher's pet." He loved that too. I just rolled my eyes a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of the night came when our teacher asked who wanted to cut the umbilical cord. Well, I thought Travis was going to jump out of his skin to get his hand in the air the fastest. He actually said out loud, "Oh yea, that's for me." That elicited quite a chuckle from our group. Then he proceeded to tell me in a proud, loud whisper that he was going to use his "Leatherman" knife to do the deed. He was serious. Later, he explained to me he had "field dressed deers" before (whatever that means) so he was prepared for the blood and other fluids. He was dead serious when he explained this to me. Only my husband can compare the joy of child birthing to HIS joy of hunting. Still, you gotta love him and his enthusiasm. It was a good night. I'm lucky to have such an involved "labor coach." Mason, your daddy sure does love you and one day he will teach you how to use your own "Leatherman" to "field dress a deer." It will probably be one of the best moments of his life and yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8982984713051662891?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8982984713051662891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8982984713051662891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8982984713051662891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8982984713051662891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-is-to-knowledge-as-bliss-is-to.html' title='Power or Bliss?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-4527311755588107539</id><published>2008-10-08T18:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:15:06.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News and Nursery</title><content type='html'>I'm posting some pictures of Mason's nursery. We had a blast designing and decorating it. It was truly a family effort. Thanks to everyone who helped out!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IJhytKFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RUHd59ZaGlg/s1600-h/PA081367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254935668738304082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IJhytKFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RUHd59ZaGlg/s320/PA081367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IKZvpQJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uIL_edh5gQ4/s1600-h/PA081368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254935683757850770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IKZvpQJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uIL_edh5gQ4/s320/PA081368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IKoiQQsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bCbRb9A7i3w/s1600-h/PA081369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254935687728218818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IKoiQQsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bCbRb9A7i3w/s320/PA081369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the news today, we learned putting a fan in Mason's nursery can reduce the risk of sudden infant death syndrome. I posted the article from FOX news below. Take a look and buy a fan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICAGO — &lt;em&gt;Using a fan to circulate air seemed to lower the risk of sudden infant death syndrome in a study of nearly 500 babies, researchers reported Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing babies on their backs to sleep is the best advice for preventing SIDS, a still mysterious cause of death. Experts also recommend a firm mattress, removing toys and pillows from cribs, and keeping infants from getting too warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such practices helped slash U.S. SIDS deaths by more than half over a decade to about 2,100 in 2003. But SIDS remains the leading cause of death in infants ages 1 month to 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The baby's sleeping environment really matters," said study senior author Dr. De-Kun Li of the Kaiser Permanente Division of Research in Oakland, Calif. "This seems to suggest that by improving room ventilation we can further reduce risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDS is the sudden death of an otherwise healthy infant that can't be attributed to any other cause. These babies may have brain abnormalities that prevent them from gasping and waking when they don't get enough oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new study, published in October's Archives of Pediatrics &amp;amp; Adolescent Medicine, offers another way to make sure babies get enough air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More research is needed, said Dr. Fern Hauck of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville, but she said that because fan use is in line with theories, it may be worth considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first study that we know of that has looked at this issue," said Hauck, a member of the American Academy of Pediatrics SIDS task force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers interviewed mothers of 185 infants who died from SIDS and mothers of 312 infants of similar race and age. Moms answered dozens of questions about their baby's sleeping environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers took into account other risk factors and found that fan use was associated with a 72 percent lower risk of SIDS. Only 3 percent of the babies who died had a fan on in the room during their last sleep, the mothers reported. That compared to 12 percent of the babies who lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a fan reduced risk most for babies in poor sleeping environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study involved infants in 11 California counties. It was supported by grants from the National Institutes of Health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-4527311755588107539?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/4527311755588107539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=4527311755588107539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4527311755588107539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/4527311755588107539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/news-and-nursery.html' title='News and Nursery'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SO1IJhytKFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RUHd59ZaGlg/s72-c/PA081367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-8546675549140341500</id><published>2008-10-07T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:43:22.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Through Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, we had our first baby birthing class last night. It was great, but we had a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;missteps&lt;/span&gt; along the way.   The class begins with each person introducing their partner and saying what the other person is concerned about and then excited about. The mothers and fathers before us spoke about their concerns for a safe delivery and having a healthy baby. Then it was our time. I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Travis is most concerned about a safe delivery and how I'm doing." I'm keeping it simple and hoping Travis will follow suit. So, it's Travis's turn to introduce me. He says "My wife is most concerned about the shot. You know,  how soon she can get her epidural. She doesn't want to be in any pain." Well, I was a tad bit embarrassed, I wish he would have said I too was concerned about a healthy delivery, which I am. But on the other hand he could have said my biggest concern was loosing the baby weight quickly, so all things considered it was a good answer.  Point for Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then we got in trouble. It all happened as we were getting on the "elevator." For those of you who are not familiar with the elevator exercise, it involves a woman tensing and then releasing a muscle that is supposed to help her during birth. yes, THAT MUSCLE. Well, this was just silly to me. I mean I'm tensing this muscle in front of strangers, who know what muscle I'm tensing cause they are tensing the same muscle. It was uncomfortable so I started giggling. Well, our wonderful instructor politely but firmly asked me to quiet down, because there were couples who were trying to learn the "elevator" technique. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I also got the giggles during the breathing exercises. We were staring into each others eyes and panting like dogs, again uncomfortable and kinda weird. As I'm practicing my breathing, I'm thinking when do we learn about what kinda drugs we can take?? That's the next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, we both learned a lot and our teacher is wonderful. We feel so much more prepared and can't wait for our next class. Plus, I felt very close with Travis. I love it when you look at each other and know exactly what the other is thinking, without even speaking. Then we giggled together. To me that's intimacy. Real intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my favorite southern ladies said "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." (Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Steel Magnolias&lt;/em&gt;) After last nights class (and video) I'm certain of one thing, we are going to need a heck of a sense of humor, each other and an epidural to get through this beautiful process we call birth.  We can't wait. Bring on the labor. Right Mom??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-8546675549140341500?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/8546675549140341500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=8546675549140341500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8546675549140341500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/8546675549140341500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/laughter-through-tears.html' title='Laughter Through Tears'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-2070722351342548473</id><published>2008-10-06T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:07:35.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Birth 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOphrZF5YqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F0zmgJDPC0c/s1600-h/cip+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254119313378992802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOphrZF5YqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F0zmgJDPC0c/s320/cip+art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Travis and I had another doctor's appointment this morning with Dr. Alverson. He is so wonderful, so is his nurse Vickie. We are so fortunate to have them taking care of us. I measured just fine and Mason has a strong little heart beat at 151. That's my boy! I'm having some crazy dreams lately. Dr. Alverson assured me vivid dreams are normal and not to be concerned. Poor Travis, I keep waking him up in the middle of the night. He always calms me down. Thanks hon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tonight is our first child birthing class! I'm so excited. We have no idea what to expect, besides the infamous video! Oh Lord! I think Travis is a bit nervous we might have to share our feelings. He's not big on group sharing, so this should be interesting. Plus, Travis and I have the tendency to laugh inappropriately at group gatherings. Like Weddings. We will get tickled over the silliest things, like bees. Seriously bumble bees have sent us both into hysterics while a groom and a bride were exchanging their vows. I'm hoping we can act like the mature adults we are (or should be at this point). We were also told to bring two pillows?!?! That makes us both a bit nervous. Bless his heart, Travis has been so wonderful through all of this. Wish us luck!! More tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As for work, what a day! My story was about two children, both under the age of 5, that had tested positive for meth. Opelika police have a suspect and should make an arrest soon. Addiction is awful. These stories get to me so much more than they used to. I can't imagine putting my dogs in danger, much less our little Mason. I pray for those two kids. I hope they have someone in their life to protect them and care for them. Every child deserves that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-2070722351342548473?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/2070722351342548473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=2070722351342548473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/2070722351342548473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/2070722351342548473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/travis-and-i-had-another-doctors.html' title='Child Birth 101'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOphrZF5YqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F0zmgJDPC0c/s72-c/cip+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-7851529346192866010</id><published>2008-10-05T15:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:41:29.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had a wonderful time this weekend. Mom and Dad came for a surprise visit from Atlanta. We cooked tons of food Saturday for the games and watched as Alabama won and Auburn lost. To Vanderbilt?!?!? Anyway. Chip and Allyson brought little Karlee over for a visit, she was so much fun to be around! She's a wonderful baby. She just crawls and giggles. She loved the dogs.  Russell and Adam came over, Kate and Campbell were a joy and MJ had a good time too. It was great to spend the weekend with those who we love the most. Today, I'm resting and recovering. I'm starting to swell a bit, and carrying a few extra pounds (Well a lot of extra pounds) is slowing me down. But I know it's all going to be worth it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOklQSeEcUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nF9UO8SblDQ/s1600-h/s42595ca101572_29%5B1%5D+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253771402070487362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOklQSeEcUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nF9UO8SblDQ/s320/s42595ca101572_29%5B1%5D+Kate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-7851529346192866010?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/7851529346192866010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=7851529346192866010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/7851529346192866010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/7851529346192866010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOklQSeEcUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nF9UO8SblDQ/s72-c/s42595ca101572_29%5B1%5D+Kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-3588079025142478085</id><published>2008-10-04T21:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:21:28.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hi and Welcome! Travis and I are so excited about our online scrapbook and how it's going to allow our family and friends keep up with our precious little Mason. Of course none of this would have been possible without our friend and neighbor Amanda Parker. She designed this blog for us as a shower gift for little Mason. By far it's the most precious, personal and special gift we have gotten. We thank her so much. If you would like more information on how Amanda can help you design a blog or if you would like to give a blog as a shower gift, you can go to her website:  &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissmyblog11.blogspot.com/"&gt;kissmyblog11.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will post a link as soon as she shows me how! :) Thanks Amanda, it's good having friends with such talents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOgr7NsfVDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/B3zzWNB6Lyc/s1600-h/BABY++PICS_1_128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253497261616223282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOgr7NsfVDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/B3zzWNB6Lyc/s400/BABY++PICS_1_128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So, little Mason will be here before we know it. Travis and I have been busy, getting the nursery ready, buying and washing clothes and mentally preparing ourselves for the huge change our life is about to take. We have no idea what to expect. However, we have no idea what we did before we were pregnant. It seems our entire lives have been leading up to the moment when he is here, with us. We can't wait to meet you little Mason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-3588079025142478085?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/3588079025142478085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=3588079025142478085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/3588079025142478085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/3588079025142478085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-our-blog.html' title='Welcome to our Blog!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOgr7NsfVDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/B3zzWNB6Lyc/s72-c/BABY++PICS_1_128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156693414989420787.post-6636212723328111773</id><published>2008-10-04T11:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:15:49.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at Your Cute, New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOe70uYDiDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W_OgFSaKiec/s1600-h/jul07-halloween+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253374004827490354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOe70uYDiDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W_OgFSaKiec/s400/jul07-halloween+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth,&lt;br /&gt;Your new blog is going to be so much fun for you! I love the kit you chose -- the colors are great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/?action=view&amp;current=elizabethsignature.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm54/amandaleaparker/elizabethsignature.jpg" "style=border:none;" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156693414989420787-6636212723328111773?l=memorieswithmason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/feeds/6636212723328111773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156693414989420787&amp;postID=6636212723328111773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6636212723328111773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156693414989420787/posts/default/6636212723328111773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswithmason.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-your-cute-new-blog.html' title='Look at Your Cute, New Blog!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352335579332281278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PSK3upszi84/SOe70uYDiDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W_OgFSaKiec/s72-c/jul07-halloween+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
