tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24057631560657678012024-03-14T03:31:45.792-07:00Nay KidsRileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09113609375678347756noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-32687985039082953482014-11-05T18:36:00.000-08:002014-11-05T18:36:02.890-08:00Happy Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Halloween weekend was a little bit crazy around here. It started out pretty awful, but got progressively better from there. <br />
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On Thursday night, our ward had a Trunk-or-Treat and Chili Cook off. Riley had class that night, so it was just me and the girls. After getting the girls all dressed up as a purple fairy and little blue fairy, we were running a few minutes late. I didn't really think anything of it, because, let's be honest, is anyone ever on time to ward activities? Well, this year they were. We got there and the gym was packed and all the food was gone, with the exception of a few crackers. Even the cornbread muffins we made were gone before I could set them on the table. Then there was the issue of finding a place to sit. Luckily one of the sisters saw us and booted her own kids out of their sets so that we could sit down.<br />
Next, was the hayride. Everyone was fine until we had to wait not once, but twice before we could get on. Chloe had a major meltdown over not getting on when she wanted to. We finally got on, and a friend offered to watch Lucy while Chloe and I rode. Two seconds after pulling away, Lucy went ballistic and started screaming. <br />
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After the ride, we all went into the mother's lounge so that I could feed Lucy, in hopes of keeping her happy while we did the Trunk-or-Treat. Once outside, another friend offered to hold Lucy while Chloe and I went from car to car. Unfortunately, everyone was out of candy by the time we came around. Luckily for Chloe, a few of the older girls saw her empty bucket and gave her some of their candy. Meanwhile, Lucy's screaming again. I could not get out of there fast enough. And, to top it off, Chloe was starving when we got home. I'm so glad that all of that is behind me now.<br />
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Halloween morning, I took the girls trick or treating around the shops downtown. It included a lot of walking, crying, and whining, but we all survived. We had a wardrobe change too. Chloe now wanted to be a green fairy (Tinker Bell) and Lucy a cow. I thought it only fitting to put on a cowboy hat and boots.<br />
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On Halloween night, I decided to stay in with Lucy and hand out candy, while Riley took Chloe out. They were joined by some of our good friends and their grandson. Chloe made it about a block and a half before she was ready to call it quits.<br />
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We carved pumpkins a few days before, while my dad and step-mom were staying with us. Chloe was not too excited about pulling out the guts. We gave her the all important job of picking out which stencils to use and supervising the cutting. She did a great job.<br />
After a very long week, I'm really grateful that Halloween only comes once a year.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-72796854124366545752014-11-02T18:17:00.000-08:002014-11-02T18:17:05.742-08:00Fall Festival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Chloe's preschool put on a little Fall Festival the last week in October. All of the children were encouraged to dress up like farmers/cowgirls for the event.<br />
Chloe was asking me for weeks when she got to wear her hat and bandanna to school. She was so exited when the day finally came.<br />
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The preschool had set up little carnival type games in one of the empty rooms, and each class was given a 20 minute time slot to go in and play games and "win" prizes. Lucy and I went and volunteered to help out with one of the games.<br />
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Chloe was extremely shy and quiet, which is her norm at school, but she seemed to be having fun. She got a little upset when it was time to go back to class and she realized that Mommy was leaving, which kind of broke my heart, but she quickly recovered when she was reminded that it was her turn to be the line leader and a snack was waiting for them back in the classroom.<br />
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They had a really cute fall photo backdrop set up for the kids. I had to take advantage and snap a few pictures of Lucy before we left. Sure love my cute girls!<br />
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A few days before Fall Festival, Chloe's school had Book Character Dress-Up Day. Chloe was so excited to tell all of her friends at school that she was Olivia the pig. She thought her ears and pig nose were hilarious. She looked pretty darn cute if you ask me.</div>
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<br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-18733776709869000642014-11-02T17:58:00.001-08:002014-11-02T17:58:17.999-08:00Utah Visitors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Grandpa Wes and Grandma Alyson Pay Us a Visit</div>
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My dad and step-mom came to visit us from Utah. Bless their hearts, they drove 3 days straight, across the country to get to us. So, we tried to make their visit well worth the long drive.<br />
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The weather was perfect while they were here, so we spent some time playing at the park. Grandpa was a trooper and pushed Chloe on the swings; which is her favorite thing in the world to do.<br />
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We also spent a lot of time playing games, eating, and visiting. While they were here, we put dad to work teaching us how to make a garden box planter and what best to put in it. Hopefully we'll have an awesome little harvest next year, if we don't kill everything off first. They also helped us get on track with our emergency preparedness. Thanks Dad and Alyson!<br />
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On Sunday, we had the special privilege of feeding the missionaries dinner. So, between our little family of 4, Dad and Alyson, and the missionary threesome companionship, our dinner table was bursting at the seams. In Georgia, we get to see and feed/visit with the missionaries all the time, but Dad was saying that in Utah they only see the missionaries about once a year. It was a really special experience being able to have everyone in our home.<br />
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We've been really trying to read Book of Mormon stories each night with Chloe, before going to bed. We loved having Grandpa and Grandma here to join in the reading and snuggling.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">And, the best part of all, Grandpa and Grandma got to meet little Lucy Jane. She was a little grumpy off and on due to teething and getting shots, but I think it helped to give Dad and Alyson a real feel for what life's like in the Nay home. </span></h4>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">We loved having Grandpa and Grandma here to visit. Anytime they want to make the LONG trip our way, we'll be happy to welcome them with open arms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lucy at 5 Months</span><br />
Lucy has been growing and changing so much. She just recently decided that she's going to bypass the whole rolling over stage and go straight to sitting, which she has become awesome at. As long as she has toys within reach, she's pretty happy and content.<br />
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Lucy is quickly becoming a great sleeper. We've gotten into a pretty good routine of 2 naps a day. Her morning nap lasting about an hour and her afternoon nap lasting about 2- 2 1/2 hours. At night she'll sleep between 10-11 hours straight, which is wonderful!<br />
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Lucy loves to grab anything within reach and chomp on it. Her first bottom tooth came in around the beginning of October (5 1/2 mos) and her second tooth is close behind, working it's way up and making for a very moody baby. Lucy is constantly grabbing my fingers and chewing on them, which wouldn't be so bad if those little teeth weren't so sharp. I'm gonna start calling her Captain Crunch.<br />
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This girl has got the most contagious smile and laugh. She loves to be tickled and talked to. Chloe continues to be her favorite person in the world, when it comes to entertainment. I just wish that the feelings were mutual. Chloe has recently been going back and forth between loving Lucy and wanting her to go away. Let the sibling rivalry begin. Lately I've been hearing a lot of "No Lucy, don't touch that" and "No Lucy, don't laugh at me, I'm mad right now. Mom, make Lucy stop laughing at me!"<br />
The worse though, is whenever Lucy falls asleep in the car, Chloe thinks it's hilarious to make a loud "monster" noise and wake Lucy up. This of course leads to instant crying and a not so happy mommy. Someday these two are gonna be best friends, right?<br />
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Lucy has a horrible fear of loud noises. It's really sad. Pretty much any loud noise will spook her and cause sudden screaming and tears and it takes a long time to get her calmed down again. I'm grateful that her ears work, but I really hope that she outgrows this soon. It's so sad to see her get so upset.<br />
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Also, Lucy's doing great with tummy time. She can push up with her arms and get her whole belly off the floor. She loves it because she's able to push herself backwards and get around a little bit, until she gets stuck, and then she hates it. This little lady is already very determined and opinionated. It's been so fun to see her personality come out more and more. I just feel so blessed to get to be there every step of the way. Keep it up Lucy!Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05667818673897462549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-85149329148453058182014-10-14T17:35:00.001-07:002014-10-14T17:35:55.967-07:00A Night at the Fair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In mid-September the fair came to town. We had gone last year and loved it, so we've decided to make it a family tradition. This year did not disappoint.<br />
With Chloe being a little older and braver than last year, she had so much fun going on several of the kiddie rides.<br />
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Considering it was well past her bed time, Lucy did awesome. She was fascinated with all of the lights and sounds.<br />
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On every ride that she went on, whenever Chloe would come back around to where we were, she'd smile and wave like crazy. It was so fun to watch.<br />
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It's a good thing that the fair only comes around once a year, because we all ate way too much fried food, and spent an insane amount of money on rides, but it was definitely worth it.<br />
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August was a month of firsts. My first baby headed off to preschool and she couldn't be happier.<br />
At the beginning of August, Chloe started going to preschool at a local church for 3 days a week for 3 hours each day. Riley and I were really nervous about her being so shy and "shutting down" in unfamiliar settings, but after the first week, her teachers reported that she's still really quiet and doesn't talk much, but she's slowly letting her true colors shine. She has even made, "My Most Favoritest Friend at Preschool, Lily." This little friend, Lily, is all that Chloe talks about. Whenever I ask Chloe about preschool, I usually get an answer like, "I played kitchen with Lily" or "Lily sits at the other table" or "I sat by Lily on the carpet and she has a little sister too." I just love that she's blossoming and making new friends. It makes it easier to drop her off each day, knowing that she's happy and excited to be there. And, after only 3 weeks, she can write her own name. Look out world, here comes Chloe!<br />
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Lucy had a BIG first too. She started baby food. I swear, this girl was born to eat. She LOVES food. So far, she has gobbled down everything that I've offered her, with the exception of green beans. She is after all, Riley's daughter too.<br />
I don't know if it has any correlation, but ever since starting her on solids, Lucy has been sleeping so much better; both at night and for naps. It's pretty great. We also moved her into her own room; out of the cradle and into the crib. This was really hard for me, because it means that my baby's already growing up on me.<br />
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My mom also got to come for a 2 week visit in August. We had so much fun visiting, chilling, and playing with Nani. My girls and I are lucky to have this amazing woman in our lives.<br />
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Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-73364621781458609552014-08-10T18:53:00.000-07:002014-08-10T18:53:35.367-07:00Chattanooga, Tennessee<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Chattanooga, Tennessee Trip</h2>
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(AKA: What the heck were we thinking? trip)</div>
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Last weekend, we decided to take a little family vacation up to Tennessee. We needed a little getaway before life gets crazy with Riley and Chloe going to school. We thought Chattanooga would be perfect because it was only 2 1/2 hours away a had lots of fun looking attractions. </div>
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The car ride wasn't too bad, as long as I sat in the back and made faces at Lucy, and kept a movie going for Chloe, the girls were good.</div>
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Our first stop was the Tennessee aquarium. The aquarium is split into 2 different buildings; an ocean life exhibit and a river life exhibit. We started with the ocean exhibit. Chloe really liked looking at the different fish, penguins, and butterfly room. As for Lucy, well she screamed for the first half of that exhibit, before FINALLY falling asleep.</div>
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We thought we'd take a quick little snack break before going to the river exhibit, and also let Chloe cool off in the little stream. I can say without a doubt that the little stream was her favorite part of the day. Forget the fish, we should have just let her play in the water. The second exhibit turned out to be a disaster. About 5 minutes in, Chloe started complaining that she wanted to go home, and right on cue, Lucy started screaming. We tried to get out of there as quickly as we could, while still attempting to look at the fish, but this place is a maze. </div>
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Back at the hotel, we thought for sure the girls were going to go down for naps without any fuss, because they were both exhausted and ornery. Nope. Even in her own bed at the hotel, with the lights off and her blankie, it took almost 3 hours of "Chloe lay back down," and "Chloe close your eyes" before she fell asleep for maybe an hour. Lucy was fussy off and on the whole time too. And then bed time was pretty much a repeat of nap time. This happened every nap time and night time for the 3 days that we were there. </div>
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On day 2 we took the Incline Railway up to Look Out Mountain. The train ride was about a mile long at a 75 degree incline straight up the mountain. It was fun and a little freaky all at the same time. Thank goodness Lucy only screamed for the 30 minutes we had to wait in line, and not on the train. </div>
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At the top of the mountain, there was an incredible view of the city, as well as a really redneck gift shop. </div>
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We found a really cool park that had a carousel dating back to the 1800's that we got to ride and a great splash pad for Chloe. This was probably the best part of our trip. Both girls were happy and having a good time. </div>
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On the last day of our trip we wondered around a farmer's market and let Chloe get a balloon animal made. She asked for a pink and purple pony. She was over the moon excited about her balloon. </div>
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What Chloe was doing instead of sleeping. </div>
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Where Lucy slept. I know it's ghetto, but it actually worked pretty well.</div>
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So, if we learned anything from this trip, it's that:</div>
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1. We're never traveling with small children again.</div>
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2. It was the free or cheap things that the girls loved the most.</div>
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3. We're SOOOO grateful that Chloe has her own room to sleep in. </div>
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And 4. We love our little family, but at this age, there's no such thing as a restful and relaxing vacation.</div>
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Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-70949115842126491042014-07-23T18:13:00.001-07:002014-07-23T18:13:33.586-07:00Lucy- 3 mos.<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Three Months Old</span></h2>
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Our little Lu Lu has been in our lives for 3 months now, and continues to melt our hearts. She is such a smiley baby. If we look in her direction and smile or talk to her, she lights up and starts babbling like crazy. She's in that silly mimicking phase where we can carry on whole conversations in "ohs and ahs." </div>
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She's getting better and better about "tummy time." She doesn't love it, but she tolerates it for about 5 minutes at a time. She's also been reaching for and batting at her dangling toys. It's so fun to watch her discover the world around her.</div>
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Lucy has to be wrapped up really tight in order to sleep. The only problem is that she's a little Houdini and can bust out of that swaddle wrap so fast. Then, her little arms get moving and she wakes herself up. And hey, since she's awake, she might as well eat too, right? She seems to think so. This girl loves to eat. She's currently downing about 5 ounces every 3 hours. She continues to be a good sleeper too, ranging between 8-10 hours each night.</div>
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Lucy loves watching Chloe. I can't wait until they start playing together. Chloe already tries to include Lucy in her play, by giving her blocks or animals or crayons, but Lucy of course has no idea what to do with them. So instead, she just smiles and coos. It's only a matter of time Chloe, it's only a matter of time. </div>
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We sure love this little lady of ours!</div>
Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-89081662699731377452014-07-23T17:52:00.000-07:002014-07-23T17:52:58.678-07:00Fun in the Sun<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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Today we rediscovered the local splash pad. Last year Chloe wouldn't go within 10 feet of the water, but today she was all in. </div>
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Playing in the water was a great way to beat this Georgia heat. </div>
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And of course we had to have a picnic lunch too.</div>
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While Chloe ran around and got soaked, I played with this little love bug in the shade. </div>
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For the past 2 weeks, Chloe has been taking swim lessons. A lady in our stake teaches lessons out of her backyard pool, and she's pretty amazing. We spent pretty much the whole month of June at our pool or a friends pool, just getting ready for swim lessons; getting used to the water, going under and kicking. So, when her real lessons started, we were ready.</div>
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She was the only girl in her class, with 3 other little boys. I'm so proud of Chloe, she didn't shed a single tear during the entire 2 weeks of lessons. She just sat on the edge of the pool with her hands in her lap waiting for her turn, while the boys cried and screamed for their moms. </div>
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Chloe learned how to float on her back, jump into the pool, roll on her back and then kick and spank the length of the pool, move her arms in the "rocket ship, airplane, chicken" motion, go under the water, and swim around the pool with only a pool noodle for support. I couldn't be more proud of how well she did. It was great to see her gain more and more confidence each day. </div>
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Thanks Miss Amber for a great swim lesson. We'll see you again next year!</div>
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Lucy was a pretty good sport too. She either did this, or sat in my lap and helped cheer Chloe on.</div>
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Our little firecrackers all ready for a day of fun.</div>
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Peachtree City puts on a really fun 4th of July parade each year. It was complete with golf carts carrying town representatives, little league teams, church floats (and by floats I mean a dump trailer covered in balloons and streamers), and candy, LOTS of candy. We went with some really good friends and had a great time. Chloe loved yelling at the floats and picking up candy. </div>
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Lucy's first parade. She was such a happy girl.</div>
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In the afternoon, we pulled out the plastic princess pool and slide, filled up some water balloons, threw in a few beach toys, and had some fun in the sun. </div>
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In the evening, our neighbors put on an amazing block party. We had lots of yummy bbq food and salads. We had fun getting to know our neighbors better, while the kids ran around playing ball and riding bikes. Our neighbors went all out with fireworks. They crossed the border into Alabama, and bought up all the bad boys. It was a pretty amazing firework show. Our girls only lasted through about a third of them, before Chloe was begging to go home and go to bed. As for Lucy, she was wide eyed the whole time. </div>
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God Bless America!</div>
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It seems like life has been going lightning fast since Lucy arrived. She's already 10 weeks old and growing like a weed. It's hard to remember what life was like without her here. </div>
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It was Easter just a few days after Lucy was born. We enjoyed a fun little egg hunt in the back yard and a yummy dinner made by Nani.</div>
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We were so blessed to have my mom with us for several weeks before and after Lucy was born. Her and Chloe became two peas in a pod. I've honestly never seen a little girl get so spoiled. </div>
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After Nani returned to Utah, Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Dave came for a visit. </div>
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While Grandpa Dave and Grandma Nancy were here, Lucy was given a name and a blessing in our church by Riley. She looked so sweet in the same little white dress that Chloe wore. Poor little lady wasn't too pleased with all the attention, and screamed the entire time. </div>
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Around 6 weeks, Lucy started smiling and hasn't stopped since. If we look at her and talk or sing to her, then she grins from ear to ear. She especially loves watching and smiling at Chloe. Who can blame her, Chloe is pretty entertaining!</div>
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Chloe has taken to Lucy so well. She loves to give her hugs and kisses and talk about the future. Chloe's most common phrase right now is: "When Lucy gets a little bigger like me, then she can ...." </div>
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For several weeks, Chloe was scared of holding Lucy because of her belly button. When Chloe first visited us in the hospital, Lucy was in the little white hospital shirt and a diaper and of course she had her little umbilical cord stump. Chloe took one look at that thing and was freaked out. Every time we'd ask her if she wanted to hold Lucy, she'd say, "But Lucy's belly button is scary." Even after her stump fell off, it took a while to convince Chloe that Lucy's belly button was cute and normal just like hers.</div>
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Chloe loves doing "Big Sister" jobs. She's taken it upon herself to help me bathe Lucy, get her diapers from upstairs, pick out her outfits, and throw out her diapers. If Chloe catches me doing any of these things without her, she gets upset and says, "No Mommy, that's my big sister job. You're not the big sister."</div>
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At her 2 month check up, Lucy weighed in at 12 lbs 4.5 oz and 24 inches long. She's been an amazing sleeper from the time she was born. At night she'll usually sleep from about 9 PM until 4 AM and then eat and go back to sleep until about 7 AM. She loves to eat! I've just been having her drink expressed breast milk in a bottle and she gobbles it down. Right now she's taking between 4-5 ounces every 3 hours. </div>
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Born April 16, 2014 at 10:19 AM</div>
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8 lbs. 13 oz. and 22 inches long</div>
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After 9 long months,or as Chloe would put it, "She was in your belly forever!" Lucy is finally here an we couldn't be happier. Here is her birth story:<br />
Lucy's original due date was April 14. I went in for my last office visit, and they told me that I was dilated to a 2, so they stripped my membranes for the 2nd time and send me home with a scheduled induction date for the 17th. Early the next morning I woke up wet, so I assumed that my water had broken. I wasn't in any pain so I cleaned up and went back to sleep. A few hours later I woke up wet again. At this point I woke Riley up an said that we should probably go to the hospital. I still wasn't in any pain. At the hospital they checked my cervix and did an ultrasound of the baby and fluid around her, and we came to the conclusion that I just wet the bed. Not once, but twice. Oh the joys of pregnancy! I had never been so embarrassed. I told Riley that I was never going back to that hospital. I felt like such a dork!<br />
Later that evening, I started having irregular contractions, but nothing serious enough to make me go back to the hospital. Around 2 o'clock in the morning I started having horrible contractions that were coming about 4-5 minutes apart. Due to the fact that I couldn't breath or walk, I swallowed my pride, woke Riley up and headed off to the hospital. The whole way there, I was praying that there would be a different OB on call, one that didn't know I had peed the bed twice.<br />
After getting checked in and hooked up, around 3 AM, I was checked and dilated to a 4. And yes, it was the same OB as the night before. Luckily, at that point I couldn't have cared less, I just wanted Lucy out of me. I was given my epidural around 6 or 7AM, which brought some relief, but I could still feel every contraction and a whole lot of pressure. The OB broke my water, and had the nerve to say, "This is what it feels like to REALLY have your water break." If I wasn't strapped down I might have slapped her. She was off duty after that and a new OB was on. Around 10AM I started pushing, the whole time yelling things like, "This hurts so bad!" and "I don't wanna do this anymore!" but at 10:19AM our beautiful little Lucy Jane was born. And once again, I felt that amazing sense of relief and love that comes when you hear your baby cry for the first time. She was perfect! I felt so truly blessed to have my husband by my side and my mom home with our other beautiful and healthy daughter.<br />
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Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05667818673897462549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-44830783017211418372012-12-12T09:35:00.000-08:002012-12-12T09:35:41.913-08:00Festival in Lights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8kImO0svL25kS1WPetvBjFzzI0z8_S3UFBCnKyQWJmZhwppdyQhyHlZpU391IP8soDr8lYBAedKBvQ6Ro9GzuPPFMzpj1ZYipFL183hep1zQ4fg5fbjf616hjCKdcRPZErvw5-1ft88/s1600/101_3042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8kImO0svL25kS1WPetvBjFzzI0z8_S3UFBCnKyQWJmZhwppdyQhyHlZpU391IP8soDr8lYBAedKBvQ6Ro9GzuPPFMzpj1ZYipFL183hep1zQ4fg5fbjf616hjCKdcRPZErvw5-1ft88/s320/101_3042.JPG" width="320" /></a>Once we were actually on the trolley and looking at the lights, we thought she'd calm right down but we were wrong again. She loved the lights, but trying to get her to sit in one place without freaking out was another story. Thank goodness for our amazing friend Mitzi, who held Chloe on her lap and had her calm and happy in 5 seconds. The lights really were amazing, if only it hadn't been so cold. I think if we go next year, we'll skip the trolley and take our own car where we can crank up the heat and Chloe is restrained in her carseat. </div>
<br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-51119583427695629572012-12-04T16:58:00.001-08:002012-12-04T16:58:32.538-08:00Sick and Tired<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPSZfp14DohjsipQf0WkbbczZuZMX_3AsiVHbC8hUY5JREKCmO6xSkwXcyVfINvZzMdwotNuCsuA0BMv_aUjU7HIR2cM-4zui7FC1GcjK8F-z20Zjoq8U9mn-StfiPZuuedVn_Je6U7I/s1600/101_3032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPSZfp14DohjsipQf0WkbbczZuZMX_3AsiVHbC8hUY5JREKCmO6xSkwXcyVfINvZzMdwotNuCsuA0BMv_aUjU7HIR2cM-4zui7FC1GcjK8F-z20Zjoq8U9mn-StfiPZuuedVn_Je6U7I/s320/101_3032.JPG" width="320" /></a>Our day today could be described in two words: sick and tired. Poor little Chloe has had a fever and a bad case of the grumps. I'm thinking it's her 2 yr molars making their grand entry. Either way, she's been extra cuddly. She fell asleep in my arms and then some time in the middle of her nap managed to turn herself around. She's such a wild sleeper. Am I the only one who thinks there's nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby? Love her!</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXZLwxe6GOnZps-qYsbrg5XVDE7f70MLFma6lmC_lRA2Hwzp0aZP7xXh2fMrqx4vdPZf_DserR_7b6FS5k7_kWPJAMrKIPDW9Z86ILg9dcsxYRlouO7enr_YdWnsqP3VOqIFCjEooERQ/s1600/101_3019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXZLwxe6GOnZps-qYsbrg5XVDE7f70MLFma6lmC_lRA2Hwzp0aZP7xXh2fMrqx4vdPZf_DserR_7b6FS5k7_kWPJAMrKIPDW9Z86ILg9dcsxYRlouO7enr_YdWnsqP3VOqIFCjEooERQ/s320/101_3019.JPG" width="320" /></a>I saw this felt Christmas tree idea on pinterest and had to give it a try. Yesterday during Chloe's nap I pulled out the hot glue gun and went to town. This whole project cost me all of $1. A friend had some extra green felt leftover after making a tree for her daughters, and has happy to donate to our cause and the dollar store had a 15 pack of felt just waiting for us. Boda Bing Boda Boom. Chloe has her own tree to decorate and redecorate all she wants. Due to us moving the week before Christmas, this just might be the extend of our Christmas decorations. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDT0ZMDXUL6tLsQL4-r2HYcq5V2kyh1aPuoFC2bjXZvW2P_XO_DlUhnt3KtN_rgQZ6UbCrN7da1QTg8EbaLYDBxhH4utan-MzEas7E4k4HC84OLdLHy_dSoQsIgmazIBfTq2cBTpO4Uk/s1600/101_3026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDT0ZMDXUL6tLsQL4-r2HYcq5V2kyh1aPuoFC2bjXZvW2P_XO_DlUhnt3KtN_rgQZ6UbCrN7da1QTg8EbaLYDBxhH4utan-MzEas7E4k4HC84OLdLHy_dSoQsIgmazIBfTq2cBTpO4Uk/s320/101_3026.JPG" width="320" /></a>Chloe has been doing and saying some really sweet things lately that I don't want to forget. In the mornings, when I put her in her chair for breakfast, she'll fold her arms and say, "dear heavy fada....a good girl." I love that she's catching on to the concept of prayer. It's so sweet. She also gets really proud of herself after she does a "job" like putting her cup in the sink or clothes in the hamper. After her "job" she'll run up to me or Riley and say, "thank you Chloe!" In nursery and at story time at the library Chloe has been learning lots of new songs. Throughout the day I'll hear her singing to herself "ashes ashes....fall down" or "snowman a ta ta ta." I love her silly sweet little personality and feel so blessed that I get to spend each day with this little goose.</div>
<br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-86559435259740976762012-12-03T10:44:00.000-08:002012-12-03T10:44:32.312-08:00October and November<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_R_2CYSaBfncX89_AmyoQJnSRZS8MExX8aUg913C74QmkbPIUMDLYdr6DUUOvLfu6ZCOEihKbiyNxV3t9VpPAFRd5h5ckCZvIseTvBN6t-VErGKGIv6u2wB7rN1ZNPkvdRpckSuTgss/s1600/101_2941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_R_2CYSaBfncX89_AmyoQJnSRZS8MExX8aUg913C74QmkbPIUMDLYdr6DUUOvLfu6ZCOEihKbiyNxV3t9VpPAFRd5h5ckCZvIseTvBN6t-VErGKGIv6u2wB7rN1ZNPkvdRpckSuTgss/s320/101_2941.JPG" width="320" /></a>Wow, how time flies. Here are a few pictures of what we (mostly Chloe) have been doing the past couple of months. We've been blessed with good friends that have Georgia Aquarium passes and have gotten us in for free. We've been twice in the past 2 months, and each time Chloe is more interested in her snack than the fish. Silly girl!</div>
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<br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-38823851382061835402012-07-27T14:29:00.000-07:002012-07-27T14:29:08.304-07:00Painting<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yep, this is what we did today.<br />
Chloe and I broke out the washable paint and had a little painting party on the kitchen floor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She went to town painting the paper, herself, Mommy, and a few attempts at the pantry door. <br />
We had to call it quits when she started ripping the paper and painting the floor. Thank goodness it was washable. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe loves to climb. She has bunk beds in her room that have become a new favorite toy. Chloe climbs up and Chloe climbs down, over and over again. Also, Chloe is obsessed with polka dots. It all started about a month ago when I told her that her swimming suit has polka dots. Now, she's pointing them out everywhere. She'll point to anything that even slightly resembles a polka dot and excitedly say, "POKA DU!" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We've been making several trips to the duck park this summer. If you have food, the ducks and geese will come right up to you, and sometimes steal your crackers. Chloe recently learned that ducks say, "CACK!" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe girl loves playing at the park.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swingin girl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe continues to love bath time or more correctly, the cups that she plays with in the tub. After every meal, I'll go to get her out of her high chair and tell her that she's dirty and her immediate response is, "CUP?" If she had it her way, she'd be bathing after every meal. (Like the mohawk?)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nothing better than reading stories with Daddy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe girl loves the pool or, "WA WA."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe has a new found fascination with hats. She loves wearing Daddy's hat and pointing out hats in her books. </td></tr>
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Chloe was a total champ in nursery. Riley had to take her because I have primary responsibilities. But he reported that she walked right in like she owned the place, so he decided that instead of staying with her, he'd leave while she was happy. I think that between Riley and I, we probably peeked in on her about 20 times in 2 hours. Each time I looked, she was either smiling and happy, or looking a little lost and confused, but NO crying!!!!! I'm sure I was more nervous than she was. <br />
I'm so proud of the sweet, beautiful little girl that Chloe is becoming. Hooray for a BIG Day!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-55083413857037950722012-07-10T10:29:00.001-07:002012-07-10T10:29:46.239-07:00Washington DC-Brooklyn Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
For the 4th of July week, we decided to take a family road trip up to visit Riley's sister Lindsay and her family in Brooklyn, NY. Along the way, we stopped for a day in Washington DC to do some sight seeing. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe did really well in the car on the way to DC. We left early in the morning so she slept some, ate snacks, read stories, and watched her Baby Signing Time videos over and over again. </td></tr>
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Washington DC was ridiculously hot and we walked everywhere. It didn't take long before Chloe got sick of her stroller and wasn't shy about letting us know it. The only way we could keep her from screaming was giving her snacks or holding her on our shoulders.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe and Mommy at the WWII Memorial</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By the time we made it to the Lincoln Memorial, Chloe was done. There was NO calming her down. She screamed her little head off, while everyone around starred at us like horrible parents. It was pretty embarrassing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chelsea and Riley at the White House. <br />
I'm sad to report that the White House wasn't as big and awesome as I always thought it would be. From movies it always looks massive, but it's not. (FYI) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were all happy to make it back to the hotel where we cooled off and took a 4 hour break before heading out again.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe and Daddy at the Air and Space Museum.<br />
This place was amazing. They had all kinds of originals and replicas from different space missions. What impressed me was how knowledgeable Riley was about everything. He was like a kid in a candy store! Riley was my own private tour guide.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After visiting the Declaration of Independence (which is incredibly faded) and the Constitution, Chloe refused to get back in her stroller; big surprise. We had to get a little creative. After all, it was a long walk back to the hotel. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next day we drove over to the Washington DC temple. Of course Chloe fell asleep just as we were pulling up so we thought it was best not to wake her. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The temple and grounds were beautiful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After paying $33 in tolls, we finally made it to Brooklyn. I wasted no time snuggling our newest little nephew Matthew. Surprisingly, Chloe didn't get jealous of him. Instead, she was fascinated by him. She would poke him and say, "Bebe."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riley and cousin Garrett on the subway.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We took the Staten Island Ferry so that we could have a look at the Statue of Liberty. It was pretty amazing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe and Mommy on the Ferry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Next we visited the 9/11 Memorial. This is the Freedom Tower.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our little family at the 9/11 Memorial. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe loved being around her cousins. One morning they all enjoyed jumping on the air mattress.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the 4th of July we went into New Jersey to spend the day with some of Lindsay's good friends. This family has a 3 year old little girl and triplets that are almost 2. It couldn't have been a better place for Chloe and her cousins to play. After a yummy BBQ lunch, a pool and splash pad-slide were set up and the kiddos were set free. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe really enjoyed the kiddy pool.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once it got dark, we headed to Coney Island to watch the fireworks. Coney Island was really crowded and filthy with half naked people everywhere, but the fireworks were pretty great. Chloe was more fascinated with the flashing lights from the amusement park than she was with the fireworks. It couldn't have been a more fun day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On our way home from Brooklyn, we made a little detour to Hoboken, New Jersey to visit Carlo's Bakery. This is where they film the show Cake Boss on TLC. Riley and I both love the show so we had to stop. <br />
The downside is that while waiting in line, we managed to get a parking ticket and lose $20 from our pocket. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The goodies at Carlo's sure do live up to their hype. They were delicious!<br />
Because our trip to Hoboken ended up being a lot more expensive than planned, we decided that we'd drive straight home instead of stopping overnight to sleep. I'm not sure how we did it, but we managed to make it from Brooklyn, NY back to our home in Georgia all in one day. </td></tr>
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Our trip was both amazing and exhausting. Thank you Anderson's for letting us visit. We sure love all of you. </div>
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</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-34024513232089607872012-06-22T17:45:00.001-07:002012-06-22T17:45:13.703-07:00Toddlerhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Toddlerhood is in full bloom here at our house. Our days of cuddling a tiny little infant are over. Instead, they have been replaced with non-stop messes and minute to minute mood swings. With that said, here's Chloe's 17 month update.<br />
<u>Sleeping</u>: Chloe continues to be an amazing sleeper. She usually goes to bed between 7:30-8PM and doesn't make a peep until 8:30-9AM. (yep, it's pretty awesome!) It doesn't seem to matter when she wakes up, by 12-12:30 she's ready for a nap and sleeps for about 2 hours. Chloe is a wild sleeper. She manages to get herself into some pretty interesting positions throughout the night. My favorite is the bum straight in the air position. Chloe can't go to sleep without her beloved blankey and binky. We've narrowed down her binky usage to in the crib only. So, every time I go into her room to get her up, Chloe will pull out her binky and throw it in her crib and say, "NO!" I think she gets it.<br />
<u>Eating</u>: Chloe has become an insanely picky eater. The only foods that I know she will eat without a fight are fresh fruit, cheese, yogurt, and mac and cheese (it has to be the character kind, believe me, she knows the difference). Sorry, this topic frustrates me so that's all I'm gonna say about that.<br />
<u>Physical:</u> So, Chloe still isn't walking independently yet. She continues to cruise around and stand up to everything in sight, but she hasn't worked up the nerve to try it on her own. She's gotten to the point where she will walk along side us holding only one hand, which is a big step for her. Chloe and I have gotten in the habit of walking with her stroller or push car to the mail box each day to let her practice. It usually takes us 30 minutes to check the mail and we're both drenched in sweat by the time we get home, but practice makes perfect. She's so close, I have a feeling it will be any day now. Chloe recently mastered the skill of climbing. Anything with the least little bit of height, she's on it. She's discovered the stairs at church, which are tantrum inducing if we try to pull her away and the bottom bunk bed in her room has become her new favorite toy. She even understands that she has to turn around to get down safely. <br />
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<u>Verbal</u>: Chloe is a talking maniac!!!! Here's a list of her words:<br />
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<li>Mama</li>
<li>Dada (She calls our front door Dada.)</li>
<li>Bankey</li>
<li>Car</li>
<li>Go</li>
<li>PeePee (If I ask her if she needs her diaper changed, she'll say, "peepee.")</li>
<li>Potty (She'll point to the toilet and say potty or giggle and say potty when I'm changing her.)</li>
<li>Where Go? (Almost always after she drops something on the floor.)</li>
<li>Shoes</li>
<li>Uh Oh</li>
<li>Puppy</li>
<li>Cow</li>
<li>Monkey</li>
<li>Ball</li>
<li>All Done</li>
<li>Bebe (Chloe is obsessed with her Baby Signing Time videos. About 50 times a day she'll point to the TV and do the sign for baby while saying "bebe.")</li>
<li>Hi</li>
<li>Bye (Chloe loves to wave bye to everything and everyone. Whenever she waves she says " bye bye bebe.")</li>
<li>Pease (She often has to be prompted, but she's getting better and saying it when she wants something.)</li>
<li>Milk (She knows the sign for this one, and does it all the time! She even knows where the milk is in the grocery store and will point and do the sign all while shouting "milk.")</li>
<li>Snack</li>
<li>Cracker</li>
<li>More (She knows this sign too.)</li>
<li>No or No Way (I hate that she know how to say this!)</li>
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Aside from all of these words that she says easily on her own, Chloe is amazing at repeating words that Riley and I say. Her little voice is so sweet. I could listen to her talk all day. Oh wait, I do. <br />
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<u>Personality</u>: Chloe has such a goofy personality. She loves to laugh and be silly. If Riley and I laugh at her doing something, she'll do it over and over again and if we are laughing at something, she'll start laughing too. We've walked past people in the grocery store laughing and she'll start laughing too. She does the same thing with clapping. If anyone around her claps, even on TV she'll drop whatever she's doing and clap too. Chloe loves to be outside. Her finger is pointing nonstop whenever we go out. Chloe loves her stories (books). She'll sit quietly and look through the pages or hand us story after story to read to her. </div>
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I can't believe how fast our sweet little girl is growing up. I hate to say it, but I don't have a baby anymore. I have a beautiful little toddler.</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-11476685083971133152012-06-07T13:01:00.000-07:002012-06-07T13:01:09.272-07:00Oh What Do You Do In The Summertime?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This summer has been full of busy days and lazy days. I love playing outside with my best friend Sienna. We're great at making messes!</div>
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Mommy and Daddy took me to Panama City, Florida to hang out on the beach.</div>
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I couldn't make up my mind about whether or not I liked the water. But the sand was lots of fun to play in. By the time we left, I was covered from head to toe!</div>
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It wouldn't have been a true beach experience without burying Daddy in the sand and </div>
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giving him man-boobs!</div>
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We've also been spending lots of time at the duck park. There are lots of baby geese swimming around with their parents. They'll come right up to us if we bring food them food. One of the baby geese even stole the cracker that I was eating right out of my hand. But I was brave and didn't cry.</div>
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For Memorial Day weekend, Mommy and Daddy took me on my first camping trip. We let Daddy do all the work while Mommy and I tried to stay cool in the shade.</div>
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Daddy caught us dinner. </div>
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I liked hanging out by the water with Mommy.</div>
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I don't know about the rest of you, but on rainy days, I like to make messes. </div>
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Hurray for summertime!</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-65765400504475041882012-04-18T13:56:00.006-07:002012-04-18T14:27:50.622-07:00Our Little Helper<div align="center">Life with a one year old is awesome and exhausting all at the same time. Chloe is eagerly learning about the world around her, often at the extend of momma's nerves. There's nothing quite like having a little person follow you around the house and "help" with the housework. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Vo3hJp7dTxeou73dNdtC4laji0AP14xwzd4TNiggaNDG5TNseyxl56siuXBNmt0TysExMNkf4PYdCKHC7QJXD2F0hQVE6akFvXUVRzgfv1adbd_ah5ubYPv5cARLqCCZCyKTzvapGDU/s1600/IMG_0860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732848748739443778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Vo3hJp7dTxeou73dNdtC4laji0AP14xwzd4TNiggaNDG5TNseyxl56siuXBNmt0TysExMNkf4PYdCKHC7QJXD2F0hQVE6akFvXUVRzgfv1adbd_ah5ubYPv5cARLqCCZCyKTzvapGDU/s400/IMG_0860.JPG" /></a>Chloe has taken it upon herself to help Momma with the following jobs:<div align="center">Unrolling the toilet paper</div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732848258674550114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZgBtWw9QLOfHZndPmC4u_d_9j8MLXEMCx7fiJecqJ6Iv1SJAUuACcjmciHynqvXyiSt6ADinzwuZbEkRP9WYTT99u566v4RwXpqxVgZnyby9EmhIg_OPguNry4SfcaOqk45r_Yzo84c/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Organizing the Tupperware cupboard</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickuGq3eYWMC0kxx1GKCDuo4hmW_mI1RyrrUBPKh5bQ5DaOjRM6ayhQUlCh4os-OCYa1aRmlymsvNwwsYGtZJJwpEkAJ6dvUZek3Om0tWmYABjNLI0Bdse766-WEkoWwYM8Ij9QHDftoo/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732848258003002658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEickuGq3eYWMC0kxx1GKCDuo4hmW_mI1RyrrUBPKh5bQ5DaOjRM6ayhQUlCh4os-OCYa1aRmlymsvNwwsYGtZJJwpEkAJ6dvUZek3Om0tWmYABjNLI0Bdse766-WEkoWwYM8Ij9QHDftoo/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Doing Laundry<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732852266407085650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXFAYOt6jC2x421njCufyZ2BPkh6mRrU-_Pnhl0PNXjSLP_rSny1oQdyk_iuQsWzqm55OLIzbnS0E_6rVLDkP_Lkv0xcqHP37oWz6oBU6SYEMwkgtNSLd2X1JWVR80L93dxzHGwTcqeg/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" /><div align="center"><div align="center"><div>Picking out clothes to wear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GR5TAzhEpjOQYFSmi673KT22jqNe4TZ2SELJ04nk7WuNbHhBZFSNrhTbe90RgcfmGZRIc3F2WIr1WxjHivyIZ2pm4aLGud1-4t8kxd4aPNNSXKmDrfMAnt3kNFhTViMcd1gg2f2G4ro/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732848245333276930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GR5TAzhEpjOQYFSmi673KT22jqNe4TZ2SELJ04nk7WuNbHhBZFSNrhTbe90RgcfmGZRIc3F2WIr1WxjHivyIZ2pm4aLGud1-4t8kxd4aPNNSXKmDrfMAnt3kNFhTViMcd1gg2f2G4ro/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" /></a>Loading and unloading the dishwasher<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtHZnjNxF5rhBiCTyoo-njWJDJjto1osK9Wyu64xgct6wrspI1FopDmOCFxowQcw7LWjCVGmcsyZjvklUnSZqQpR4qSMp2y7xy4CQ0ey0qy5FQYfuID6tqd_sEvYe_1y-skka3Qi8Vbc/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"><strong><em></em></strong><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732848236966575506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtHZnjNxF5rhBiCTyoo-njWJDJjto1osK9Wyu64xgct6wrspI1FopDmOCFxowQcw7LWjCVGmcsyZjvklUnSZqQpR4qSMp2y7xy4CQ0ey0qy5FQYfuID6tqd_sEvYe_1y-skka3Qi8Vbc/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" /></a>How did I ever get anything done before this sweet little "helper" came along?<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-56264893332332397372012-01-29T08:37:00.000-08:002012-01-29T08:39:24.054-08:00Chloe Birthday Videos<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CLXWfYg8P0E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DawsDMd1VJI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05667818673897462549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405763156065767801.post-91132163689274231592012-01-25T09:21:00.000-08:002012-01-25T09:59:25.397-08:00Birthday Girl<div align="center">Our sweet little princess turned 1 on Sunday. Wow, where did the time go? We feel so blessed to have this sweet girl in our family. She makes us smile constantly. And of course, we couldn't let the day pass without celebrating with friends and a party!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSHKZaJKhyphenhyphen6C5n13546Gi61D1iMoeLexaBVmw1PhyBFh8xeIsBFq-tKmsD1a8enYB9AqPQCpKE-LaWn2BnpXFJWYBo1GU3GBwfRwTGifwSHP1PfcMPGP4yceJH0OaPYFnlphuAQXZqlE/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701622171095245618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSHKZaJKhyphenhyphen6C5n13546Gi61D1iMoeLexaBVmw1PhyBFh8xeIsBFq-tKmsD1a8enYB9AqPQCpKE-LaWn2BnpXFJWYBo1GU3GBwfRwTGifwSHP1PfcMPGP4yceJH0OaPYFnlphuAQXZqlE/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9apXOylOzPGgZrtgq7RlBbsuYW_SmAhU54twzcU4jDNlHNsRMDfjkevdt7jgUHcekkdQUVcpzpeuGr9SSXg2hoOsC4Svjf3OHAJ0vR7kt5vGkccuzV6n-_ikQNHEQRaXmAz-CFEVQA8/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701622164267091634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9apXOylOzPGgZrtgq7RlBbsuYW_SmAhU54twzcU4jDNlHNsRMDfjkevdt7jgUHcekkdQUVcpzpeuGr9SSXg2hoOsC4Svjf3OHAJ0vR7kt5vGkccuzV6n-_ikQNHEQRaXmAz-CFEVQA8/s400/IMG_0679.JPG" /></a> On Saturday afternoon, we had a bunch of friends over to help us celebrate Chloe's special day. It's a tradition in our family to let the birthday child go to town on their own little cake or cupcake, and Chloe was no exception. The minute I pulled the candle out of that cupcake, she dove right in. The girl loves her chocolate!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPYKq6Q86fyEFOtrKjE4hz1hJlp-8RQkV1bvhugeLDZwlkn2OxTXNOXv8Uswylx7deA_VxPz1IXmB55BGWj0zrSHK_0WQ6uE38CzCeq7ZUmlXVZLgxseiOn6XHC3ziyz3e9pHqTnPfWU/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701621782460308082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPYKq6Q86fyEFOtrKjE4hz1hJlp-8RQkV1bvhugeLDZwlkn2OxTXNOXv8Uswylx7deA_VxPz1IXmB55BGWj0zrSHK_0WQ6uE38CzCeq7ZUmlXVZLgxseiOn6XHC3ziyz3e9pHqTnPfWU/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" /></a> It's safe to say that Chloe got very spoiled! Not only did Chloe's Nana fly clear across the country to be here for her birthday, but she also brought lots of presents! Along with the clothes, toys, and books from her other grandparents in the mail and friends at her party. Thanks everyone for spoiling my baby rotten!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhPKhRSIUDxLNqo2m-ocNxDpkn4mEWFqRGv3uq7n5Zdbu3IiHXPEWjdk6A_iNfS1UOerClmt_njSr16DhWu8qOrwnnptj6JkiyBZURllXZG643axt6VW4rTcyz1BF3Q9oziM4sq_O6jw/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701621766001837762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhPKhRSIUDxLNqo2m-ocNxDpkn4mEWFqRGv3uq7n5Zdbu3IiHXPEWjdk6A_iNfS1UOerClmt_njSr16DhWu8qOrwnnptj6JkiyBZURllXZG643axt6VW4rTcyz1BF3Q9oziM4sq_O6jw/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" /></a> I got super excited about Chloe's birthday party and went a little crazy. The theme for the party was The Very Hungry Caterpillar. I made circle fold out invitations that looked like the caterpillar from the book. They said, "We can hardly believe a year has passed. Our little caterpillar has grown so fast. Come join us for some food and fun. Little Chloe Nay is turning 1!" They turned out really cute, but of course I handed them all out before taking a picture. At the party, all of the kids that wanted to made their own butterfly party hat. Chloe wore hers for about 30 seconds before pulling it off and ripping it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofu2i7PNTNwhdRthEJud8XHpjZMHIG2k5XevAj1pjd-syVCoAiDsnn00Zey9DLcgZnXLSKYuWiZd8CNBuzGKmQCV-lT2DTvslxkv6OijKfghWywwm-PdFfUW60yWTXwYW01xbFMBtlZA/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701621760816112146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofu2i7PNTNwhdRthEJud8XHpjZMHIG2k5XevAj1pjd-syVCoAiDsnn00Zey9DLcgZnXLSKYuWiZd8CNBuzGKmQCV-lT2DTvslxkv6OijKfghWywwm-PdFfUW60yWTXwYW01xbFMBtlZA/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" /></a> We also played pin the party hat on the caterpillar. Thank you Avery Dennison for the paper.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfQ6ZYpAPy27YDDr6JDG_oHllDxeIoruHIDjO-3D9xNDe_gXTYYMgr0MYXi7cqPlRLadcLypr07uWleUeai3AjFR42-EYGR02emJvBI3Y6qudHVKQkMa8hx7OM3LGR7vETLTBwc5MfoA/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701621748981018642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfQ6ZYpAPy27YDDr6JDG_oHllDxeIoruHIDjO-3D9xNDe_gXTYYMgr0MYXi7cqPlRLadcLypr07uWleUeai3AjFR42-EYGR02emJvBI3Y6qudHVKQkMa8hx7OM3LGR7vETLTBwc5MfoA/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" /></a>Instead of a cake, I made green cupcakes and <span style="color:#ffffff;">set</span> them out to look like a caterpillar's body.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYd7zlvSAu6Kl7IX6eWL4kHpzhpR0phoEzWnkpqYOx_ZtA8oxXRitKq-bAX4uXgS7QVtgjqr1qLoTPTJrm4mFa7wefd83ZeCUQGTh7qHTs336EFpAkPjaJPQTaAAAcQxTHz4qMLdGsEE/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701621744899294114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYd7zlvSAu6Kl7IX6eWL4kHpzhpR0phoEzWnkpqYOx_ZtA8oxXRitKq-bAX4uXgS7QVtgjqr1qLoTPTJrm4mFa7wefd83ZeCUQGTh7qHTs336EFpAkPjaJPQTaAAAcQxTHz4qMLdGsEE/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" /></a>What's a birthday without a banner? Like I said, I got excited and went a little nuts! For the food, we had apples, grapes, cheese, crackers, pineapple, yogurt, and mac n cheese. All of Chloe's favorites. Next to the food I made little tags that said "On Monday she ate through one apple, but she was still hungry" etc. I was really happy with how the party and decorations turned out. We had about 15 adults and 13 little kids crammed into our little apartment for an hour and a half. It was pure madness, but we loved it. Chloe loved watching the other kids and eating all of the yummy food. She was such a happy girl through the whole party. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>I still can't believe that my baby is 1. She even looks bigger and has been acting older lately. We love this little sweetheart so much and can't wait to see what kind of adventures and discoveries will happen this next year. </div></div><br /></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981157062176678641noreply@blogger.com5