tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128061662024-03-14T04:53:31.112-05:00The Micah MandateThe Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.comBlogger511125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-81487807062244152402012-10-01T21:51:00.000-05:002012-10-01T21:51:39.525-05:00A Little Catching Up to Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It has been so long since I have blogged, I don't even recognize Blogger so... we'll see how this turns out! As much as I don't have time or motivation to blog, it makes me sad to lose this piece of our family history. So, this will be a week of catching up before baby girl turns 2, which is still blowing my mind. I'll start with Owen who turned five way back in April. We discover new parts to this little man's personality all the time. He was once the most laid back, happiest baby you ever met. Now he is quite the perfectionist, always afraid he's missing out on something, working oh so hard to keep up with his precocious older brother, trying to find his place as the middle child, making very sure his voice is heard at home, and giving us quite a run for our money! He loves to cuddle, have his back rubbed, and give and get hugs. He loves adventure; he loves to do wild and crazy things that scare me half to death; he loves collecting things; and he is quite the scientist. He can be found at any time putting his thermometer in all sorts of crazy places to see how high or low the temperature will go. He puts it in the back of the freezer, in the bathtub, out on the hottest part of our back deck. It is quite amusing. He loves to time himself doing various activities and chart how far he can jump (down the stairs, off his swing in mid air, off the table, etc.) If you were a fly on the wall in our home, you would never believe he was shy. But if you took a look in his Sunday school class, you would see an introverted little boy trying hard not to make eye contact or get noticed. His little mind is always churning, and he has been labeled "a thinker" by more than one person. He tried playing baseball in the spring and has told me "no" to every attempt to get involved in something since. Matt and I don't want to push him-we definitely understand the desire to stay in the background. He did not want to attend preschool last year. His words were "why am I the only one who has to leave?" It about broke my heart, and Matt and I decided to start home-schooling him along with Micah. He did a fantastic job keeping up with work two grade levels ahead. He learned to read and is recently really getting the hang of writing. Math is his favorite subject, handwriting his least. He despises drawing, but gets really into reading stories. He likes to swing, watch movies, play video games, and go hiking. He is starting to have a real relationship with Margot, and it is fun to watch them interact. She thinks he hung the moon! He continues to be best friends with Micah-I think these boys will always have a special relationship. He loves Jesus, and we love watching his faith grow. Oh, how we love this boy- the good, the bad, the laughter, the tears. We are so blessed to have him as a son. </div>
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<br />The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-13721605570507751112012-03-15T00:00:00.007-05:002012-03-21T11:03:17.828-05:00Beach Trip<div>Today Margot is with Matt's mom, the boys are enjoying this wonderful weather outside, and I am recovering from surgery. So, I figured I would post some pictures of a happier time a couple of weeks ago at the beach. Back when our whole family was together every day, back when I could move my face. </div><div><br /></div><div>Quick note about the surgery: I had a tumor in my parotid gland. It's been there a while, albeit we didn't know what it was. It began growing earlier this year, so I had to have a partial parotidectomy last Thursday (no fun!) The good news is: the doctor says the surgery went well and that he preserved my facial nerve (although the extreme numbness and inability to move my face has me feeling less optimistic than he), and all the preliminary tests are showing it to be benign. He assures me that I will be able to move my face again and that the pain will subside, it just takes time-like months time. I might, however, never regain feeling back to my face and ear. I suppose that I will get used to that. Okay, enough boo hooing. Back to the beach:</div><div><br /></div><div>We decided to take an early Spring Break with Matt's mom, dad, and sister to Gulf Shores. Despite the unseasonably warm winter, we had lots of clouds and chilly wind. Honestly, it wasn't too much of a bummer for us not to have to lather sunscreen on the kids every day. Most days were still very pleasant to be outside playing, walking along the beach, etc. The ocean on this particular trip was especially gorgeous. Because of the heavy cloud cover, it looked absolutely enormous because you couldn't tell where it ended and the sky began. The waves were huge-such a soothing sound. Matt and I commented on one of our walks that we felt so small. Such a tiny speck in this enormous world. Isn't it funny how we blow ourselves up to be the center of the universe sometimes? And yet, small as we are, the Lord of all creation loves us and cares about us? So humbling it was staring at that vast ocean. </div><div><br /></div><div>The kids had a blast playing with so many attentive adults. They braved the chilly waters and jumped in the waves, swam in the indoor pool, played beach golf, built castles, went on a scavenger hunt, flew kites, played Pass the Pigs hundreds of times with Aunt Maggie, drove go karts, and ate adventurous foods (both the boys declared a love for oysters on the half shell!). Margot was enthralled by the ocean. She asked about the beach all the time. She loved putting her feet in and jumping when the waves crashed against the shore. If I would have let her, she would have jumped all the way in; she's a water baby-that girl. She became very skilled at "pat pat" patting the sand in the buckets to make a sand castle, and asked to get in her "back pack" for walks with the family down the shore. She now puts her dolls in her small play back pack and walks around the house-so cute. </div><div><br /></div><div>We so enjoyed ourselves and all the quality time we were able to spend with family. Funny how you can live in the same city as someone, and yet it takes a getaway to really spend time together. We are so thankful we had the opportunity to take this trip and hope we can plan another one soon. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4pNndLSWwI/T2F7lHoQevI/AAAAAAAAD5E/uAzE0NyW0FU/s1600/IMG_3644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4pNndLSWwI/T2F7lHoQevI/AAAAAAAAD5E/uAzE0NyW0FU/s400/IMG_3644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719988879370517234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Margot and her Aunt Maggie</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1VNnuhA6w/T2F7k9byq3I/AAAAAAAAD40/ajWYJrlbcF4/s1600/IMG_3637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg18q2viA4A/T2F4IRsq9sI/AAAAAAAAD00/V-zm19DUDIw/s400/IMG_3505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719985085322294978" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnrmmC1pZi8/T2F4IAd_bSI/AAAAAAAAD0o/dPrXBOA6Zwg/s1600/IMG_3501.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnrmmC1pZi8/T2F4IAd_bSI/AAAAAAAAD0o/dPrXBOA6Zwg/s400/IMG_3501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719985080697318690" /></a>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-59482956763415920292012-01-17T10:14:00.003-06:002012-01-19T14:39:11.596-06:00Hymns for a Kid's HeartAs part of our school day, the kids and I have been learning hymns, reading about their authors, and practicing reading music while a cd plays in the background. This has been such a fun activity for everyone including Margot who even dances and "sings" along. Whenever things are spiraling out of control, I push play and everyone piles in the big leather chair for a hymn! In fact, I think our favorite memories from this past Christmas were all centered around the Christmas hymns that we sang. The series of books we are using is called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hymns-Kids-Heart-Vol-1/dp/1581345054/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1327004489&sr=8-1">Hymns for a Kid's Heart.</a> Our favorites right now are "A Mighty Fortress is our God" and "O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing." The boys especially loved learning that Charles Wesley was one of nineteen children and was homeschooled. <div><br /></div><div><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;">O for a thousand tongues to sing</div><div style="text-align: center;">My great Redeemer’s praise,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The glories of my God and King,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The triumphs of His grace!</div><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;">My gracious Master and my God,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Assist me to proclaim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To spread through all the earth abroad</div><div style="text-align: center;">The honors of Thy name.</div><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;">Jesus! the name that charms our fears,</div><div style="text-align: center;">That bids our sorrows cease;</div><div style="text-align: center;">’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,</div><div style="text-align: center;">’Tis life, and health, and peace.</div><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;">He breaks the power of canceled sin,</div><div style="text-align: center;">He sets the prisoner free;</div><div style="text-align: center;">His blood can make the foulest clean,</div><div style="text-align: center;">His blood availed for me.</div><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;">He speaks, and, listening to His voice,</div><div style="text-align: center;">New life the dead receive,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The humble poor believe.</div><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "></p><div style="text-align: center;">Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your loosened tongues employ;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ye blind, behold your Savior come,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And leap, ye lame, for joy.</div><p></p></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-30781757755834042362011-12-08T06:51:00.011-06:002012-01-12T20:45:06.618-06:00Margot 15 mos<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EtlvV9sGKU/Tw39JNLy1_I/AAAAAAAAD0c/XDA7hcw0wx8/s1600/IMG_3458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2M-Bl8XuNI4/Tw39ItrUuhI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/bMI9fNJRvFY/s1600/IMG_3448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-2M-Bl8XuNI4/Tw39ItrUuhI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/bMI9fNJRvFY/s400/IMG_3448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696487429835635218" /></a><br /><div>Ahhh, blogging. So little time, so little brainpower, so little creativity, so little desire. However, I refuse to let time fly by at the speed of light and not take a minute to jot down a little about our growing girl. </div><div><br /></div><div>As a side note, my mom took the boys for a few days before Christmas. I was blown away by all the free time. I wondered what on earth I did all the time when I just had Micah as a young toddler. I felt so lost. I lamented to Matt that I don't even feel like my own person anymore. Who am I? What do I like to do? It's easy to get down in the dumps when you buy into the world's mentality that we are all our own separate entities and that we need find "ourselves." I got a book for Christmas that was a really fun read, so practical, and so encouraging. If you get a chance, pick up a copy of Rachel Jankovic's <i>Loving the Little Years</i>. It's like she read my mind and wrote just what I needed to be reminded of right there in chapter 12. Here is an excerpt:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>We are like characters in a story. Our essential self is not back in the intro, waiting</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>to be rediscovered. Who you are is where you are. If you suddenly panic because it</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>all happened so fast and now you don't recognize yourself, what you need is not time</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>alone. What you need is your people. Look at the people who made you what you are-</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>your husband and your children. Study them. They are you. If you want to know</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>yourself, concentrate on them.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Those women who try to find themselves by stripping away the "others" will</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>find that they are a very broken little thing. This will lead them to resent the people</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>who they think made them that way. She may say "I used to be so energetic, but all</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>these people take, take from me and now I have no time to just be me!" And the</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>world gathers around and comforts her and says she needs some time to follow</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>her dreams.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>But the Christian woman needs to see, "I used to be so boring! Now my character</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><i> </i></span><i>has some depth, some people to love, some hardships to bear. Now I have some</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>material to work with." </i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>People, people everywhere and no time for yourself. But remember, this is your calling. It belongs to you. They belong to you.</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>If you want some quality "me time," make a date with your husband. Do something special with your children. These people are you. Your identity</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>is supposed to be intertwined-that is the way God wrote the story, and it is</i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i> </i></span><i>the way He intends us to read it.</i></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>So encouraging and so true. Really, there is no person I'd rather be. Whoever I was before, she is gone. Now stands the tired, overextended mom to three young children and wife to one amazing man. And truth be told, I am loving it. I love these people I live with. I love that they are my story. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the newest piece of my story is getting bigger every day. She is growing like a weed-31 3/4 in. (80%) and 22.5 lbs (50%). She is continuing to stay tall-it is so funny to hear that she is in the 80% when I'm used to hearing 25% for the boys. I'm thrilled for her that she may get some height from her daddy. She is not only walking now, but running. She wants to be a big so bad. Watching her brothers all day has taught her a lot- for better or worse! She talks so loudly despite all my efforts to get her to use a gentle lady-like voice. She wants to be heard. She makes many demands like her oldest brother did, although she is much more easily contented when things don't go her way. Even though she fights for her rights here at home, we see her introverted nature come out in public. She will get quiet or cry upon entering unfamiliar places. She does well with a babysitter at our home, but will scream until I have to pick her up if we try to leave her in the church nursery. This is a challenge because once she is back with us, she talks loudly and makes requests until one of us has to take her to the car. Alas, it is a season. We will one day all be in church together for the full hour and a half. She is so clearly a little girl with big brothers. She will often be running around playing football while wearing "so petty" necklaces, bracelets, and perfumed lotions. Or, she will be pushing her new baby in her stroller while wearing some of her big brothers shorts. She cracks us up every day. She loves to brush her teeth, dress up, read countless books, dance, eat, and sleep. She loves to tease her brothers, then ask them for multiple kisses before leaving the room. She loves her dada, and I'm pretty sure I rank pretty high on her list too. I think, since we are seasoned in this stage, we are much more apt to take it all in. We are truly enjoying watching her grow and studying her little personality. The Lord has blessed us beyond what we could have hoped in these children. We tell each other daily, even amid the struggles and exhaustion, "we love these kids!" </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EtlvV9sGKU/Tw39JNLy1_I/AAAAAAAAD0c/XDA7hcw0wx8/s400/IMG_3458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696487438293325810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34917641?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>Here is a little video of the way she danced to this particular Christmas hymn. She even chimes in to the "gloria" refrain but it's hard to hear her. </div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-25215665528379193622011-12-02T14:28:00.002-06:002011-12-02T14:33:27.421-06:00This is How I Do It<div style="text-align: center;">My little elf. She can whip dinner up lickety split!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wneOovWCPnQ/Ttk1Sqi3ZAI/AAAAAAAAD0E/BaGi8hfu0BM/s1600/IMG_3438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wneOovWCPnQ/Ttk1Sqi3ZAI/AAAAAAAAD0E/BaGi8hfu0BM/s400/IMG_3438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681630999679034370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3y_ts2JPjA/Ttk1ST1RpuI/AAAAAAAADz4/F4qDuCaS26Q/s1600/IMG_3437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-G3y_ts2JPjA/Ttk1ST1RpuI/AAAAAAAADz4/F4qDuCaS26Q/s400/IMG_3437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681630993582237410" /></a><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3y_ts2JPjA/Ttk1ST1RpuI/AAAAAAAADz4/F4qDuCaS26Q/s1600/IMG_3437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><br /></div></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-36817758340202724802011-12-02T14:12:00.008-06:002011-12-02T14:28:34.895-06:00Thanksgiving<div><br /></div><div>We traveled to Little Rock this year for Thanksgiving to visit my dad. He happens to live on multiple tree filled acres-a little boy's dream. We had a wonderful time hiking, climbing, building a campfire, riding the four wheeler, eating, visiting, watching games, and playing our own games. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCNlcNaYY5E/TtkzsF1gQVI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kaclu6eKYdk/s1600/IMG_3428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCNlcNaYY5E/TtkzsF1gQVI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kaclu6eKYdk/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681629237478441298" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fM_o77bSvpw/Ttkzrq-xi0I/AAAAAAAADzc/xMaD6GlDoW8/s1600/IMG_3426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-fM_o77bSvpw/Ttkzrq-xi0I/AAAAAAAADzc/xMaD6GlDoW8/s400/IMG_3426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681629230269565762" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYXFCqRlbO0/Ttkzq_HmL5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/4hgT4XA6Nh4/s1600/IMG_3417.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmN-ZKS3tj8/TtkyfuK1heI/AAAAAAAADx8/kfjMLSNDOC8/s400/IMG_3391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681627925455406562" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOe7MJA2xZg/TtkyfXQKSNI/AAAAAAAADxw/y8EUhPnKEFw/s1600/IMG_3386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOe7MJA2xZg/TtkyfXQKSNI/AAAAAAAADxw/y8EUhPnKEFw/s400/IMG_3386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681627919303723218" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxW66WKI7-k/TtkyQIARtrI/AAAAAAAADxk/uKIvJsSoO58/s1600/IMG_3384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-nxW66WKI7-k/TtkyQIARtrI/AAAAAAAADxk/uKIvJsSoO58/s400/IMG_3384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681627657512531634" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgZrrOfEHMQ/TtkyJq7VXfI/AAAAAAAADxY/iLkaoDrVAhA/s1600/IMG_3378.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgZrrOfEHMQ/TtkyJq7VXfI/AAAAAAAADxY/iLkaoDrVAhA/s400/IMG_3378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681627546627956210" /></a>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-48167660895295446342011-11-20T13:54:00.001-06:002011-11-20T14:37:33.279-06:00Look Who's Walking!<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32410687?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-11010692439203095892011-10-21T14:42:00.005-05:002011-10-22T14:32:56.140-05:00My One Year Old<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKb5kBhdvaI/TqHLd-BltpI/AAAAAAAADxA/4oH_kakz9Ho/s1600/IMG_6874.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-iKb5kBhdvaI/TqHLd-BltpI/AAAAAAAADxA/4oH_kakz9Ho/s400/IMG_6874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666033521935103634" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtS7NSD8D9Y/TqHLdX9bflI/AAAAAAAADww/CoXP5bZvD88/s1600/IMG_6876.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtS7NSD8D9Y/TqHLdX9bflI/AAAAAAAADww/CoXP5bZvD88/s400/IMG_6876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666033511717109330" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fKh9-hXk2U/TqHLdC26B-I/AAAAAAAADwk/h1LPdaD2QIw/s1600/IMG_6881.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fKh9-hXk2U/TqHLdC26B-I/AAAAAAAADwk/h1LPdaD2QIw/s400/IMG_6881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666033506052605922" /></a>These photos were taken by our dear friend, Taylor Brown, while we were visiting for Labor Day. She was only 11 months, but they capture her personality so well (she always has and has had that furrowed brow!) <div><br /></div><div>At one year old, sweet Margot, you:</div><div><br /></div><div>-Continue to be such a blessing to us. I love that, with your intense personality, you have so much to keep you busy. Two older brothers definitely help keep you entertained. Maybe that was the problem with Micah at your age: he was so bored!</div><div><br /></div><div>-Are extremely precocious. You want to do more than your body is ready for. You have so much to say and you want to know about everything. You point to things constantly and ask what they are. You drag out book after book for me to read to you so that you can point to all the pictures and practice saying new words. You talk a lot for a 12 month old. We estimate that you have 50 or more words. You don't have the best pronunciation, but we can usually figure out what you are saying. One week, you went into your brothers' room and lined up all their stuffed animals. You were not content until you mastered all the animal names and sounds. Some nights I would carry you in tears to your room. You would just get so worked up, I felt I needed to rescue you from the undue stress you were putting on yourself. Ahhh, another overachiever. I wonder where you get that from? :) You succeeded, little girl, and now proudly tell everyone what lions, monkeys, elephants, bears, and porcupines say(Dada taught you a joke and you reply "uh oh" when asked "what does a porcupine say". You think this is really funny and we are pretty sure you understand that you are being silly). </div><div><br /></div><div>-Took your first trip to the hospital. You had a little tumble off the slide one night while having fun with Owen. We didn't think anything of it as it was not a very scary fall. You cried most of the night and next morning. When you began standing like a flamingo, I decided to take you for an x-ray. Thankfully, there was no break, and you recovered pretty quickly. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Love food! Anything we put on your plate, you eat. Your brothers were good eaters at this age too, but there was always a few things they would spit out or gag on. I have never seen you turn away anything. I love watching you eat plates full of colors and hope you continue to love them so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Are still nursing. I really don't know how long we will keep this up. You have had milk in a cup and do great. Since nursing isn't really tying me down, and I really have nowhere else to be, I think we will continue for a little while longer. I'm just not quite ready to let you go. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Take one good 2-3 hour nap a day. You also still sleep roughly 12 hours each night. Every once in a while you sleep extra late in the morning or take a really long nap. You had been waking up once in the middle of the night. This was my fault as I let you continue with this bad habit. We have been doing some sleeping boot camp and you are responding well. You seem your same chipper self in the morning despite the tears at 3 am. Thankfully, I think this habit is already almost broken after a few nights of dada coming in instead of me. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Stand by yourself. You have taken a step or two, mostly when no one is looking, but you are too nervous to attempt any further distances. I am very ready for you to walk and think we are about to devote some serious time to teaching you how. Your left foot still turns way in after a few steps, so it might be a challenge to learn good balance. The doctor assures me this will straighten itself out in the next few months. </div><div><br /></div><div>-Are 21 lbs. and 30 1/4 inches long. This puts you in the 50% for weight and 80% in height. You are slimming down but keeping you length. You definitely did not get your height from me, but I think you will enjoy being taller if you stay on this track. </div><div><br /></div><div>We love you sweet girl and are so thankful for your first year of life. May the Lord grant us many more. </div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-65853935820940702552011-10-06T21:32:00.001-05:002011-10-06T21:33:46.398-05:00Happy Birthday, Margot!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHdzMXQ3Smo/To5k82tdeDI/AAAAAAAADwE/MPTatP4EAis/s1600/IMG_3287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-dHdzMXQ3Smo/To5k82tdeDI/AAAAAAAADwE/MPTatP4EAis/s400/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660572778292410418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A happy birthday, indeed!</div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-48913717906294028092011-09-28T08:27:00.008-05:002011-09-28T17:05:56.298-05:00Golf Tournament<div>Oh, the depths of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgements and His ways past finding out! --Romans 11:33</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This past weekend, we enjoyed Micah's third golf tournament. On the way there, we were reflecting on the past year. One year ago to the day of the tournament we were driving to Micah's first golf tournament. I was 38 weeks pregnant. We got a new car that same afternoon. It was a big day for us, and we were feeling great-excited about what was in store. We had no idea. What a gift that God doesn't give us a window into the future. I loved being at that golf tournament thinking everything was right in the world. I'm glad I didn't know I would have such a rough post-partum after Margot was born. I'm glad I didn't know how sick my first born would become just three months later. I couldn't have walked so carefree that morning, loving life, had I known. </div><div><br /></div><div>On February 25 I drove Micah to the doctor and then to the hospital. He had been sick for a month and was taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't come home for a month. I watched him get sicker literally by the hour and felt my life spinning out of control. I remember the day we had a turnaround and were allowed to put Micah in a wheelchair. We got to stroll him around the hospital. We bought him ice cream. I remember Matt and I thinking and saying "if this is the best we get-we are okay with that." They were telling us to expect a long recovery. Micah's inflammation was some of the most severe they had seen. No one knew if our child would walk again, let alone play golf. We were just so happy he was alive. The Lord is so good to us in that He works our trials for good. I would not be the mom I am today without this past year. I soak up every minute I can-life is fragile. I remember to be joyful even when I am so tired. I remember that one day I won't have these little people wanting my attention, and I relish in reading them one last chapter. I remember that babies get big-fast, and I relish that one last snuggle from my baby. I remember that life is hard, but life is such a gift, and I try not to take the small things for granted. His ways are not my own. I would not have chosen to walk the path I did this past year. But, I also likely would still be sulking in my own self pity of not getting enough "me time." I would not have chosen for my son to endure what he did, but I wouldn't have been able to see his faith grow, the Lord working in his little heart, the wide-eyed wonder my boys have of their Creator who heals diseases. </div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend was amazing. Again we were loving life, walking around the golf course watching our miracle boy make one fantastic shot after another. He had a goal: shoot a 25. He made his goal and was so proud. His face was priceless when they called his name to receive his first place trophy. We had a wonderful day watching our son accomplish his goal. And you know what? I'm glad I don't have a window into the next 12 months. Oh Lord, deal gently with us. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSVPHytq7zM/ToMir_1yk4I/AAAAAAAADv8/qmuY58hbYWo/s1600/IMG_3222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-hSVPHytq7zM/ToMir_1yk4I/AAAAAAAADv8/qmuY58hbYWo/s400/IMG_3222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657403696174240642" /></a>Right before a great chip on his first hole of the tournament. This was his second shot, the video is below.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4od5e8tvcBg/ToMirpKpFYI/AAAAAAAADv0/v17K25mw9xk/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-4od5e8tvcBg/ToMirpKpFYI/AAAAAAAADv0/v17K25mw9xk/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657403690087683458" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2fZR40MWuE/ToMirb6C7sI/AAAAAAAADvs/2A88ZvxTowg/s1600/IMG_3235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-K2fZR40MWuE/ToMirb6C7sI/AAAAAAAADvs/2A88ZvxTowg/s400/IMG_3235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657403686528413378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Calling his name for first place!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyV486StPyg/ToMiq8qj2XI/AAAAAAAADvk/a0BXpZIbFyM/s1600/IMG_3238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-lyV486StPyg/ToMiq8qj2XI/AAAAAAAADvk/a0BXpZIbFyM/s400/IMG_3238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657403678141962610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">so proud</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2fXjpdzIMw/ToMhJ0CEEpI/AAAAAAAADvc/3sp8T5o9lGY/s1600/IMG_3240.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/--2fXjpdzIMw/ToMhJ0CEEpI/AAAAAAAADvc/3sp8T5o9lGY/s400/IMG_3240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657402009377313426" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxGSGFv_TAY/ToMhJ7dBH4I/AAAAAAAADvU/32JNSwi4yak/s1600/IMG_3245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-RxGSGFv_TAY/ToMhJ7dBH4I/AAAAAAAADvU/32JNSwi4yak/s400/IMG_3245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657402011369414530" /></a>Owen, look what I won for us! Micah wants to keep the trophy on the dresser so they can both see it from their beds.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WbgR84i1j8/ToMhJkpg8YI/AAAAAAAADvM/wPmG51Z5P7Y/s1600/IMG_3246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WbgR84i1j8/ToMhJkpg8YI/AAAAAAAADvM/wPmG51Z5P7Y/s400/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657402005247816066" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1jGuzPgIPs/ToMhJfv6p8I/AAAAAAAADvE/q74omcd9PQI/s1600/IMG_3248.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-S1jGuzPgIPs/ToMhJfv6p8I/AAAAAAAADvE/q74omcd9PQI/s400/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657402003932489666" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLOp9nQh6Dw/ToMhJFmTclI/AAAAAAAADu8/VX6nv4bj3r4/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLOp9nQh6Dw/ToMhJFmTclI/AAAAAAAADu8/VX6nv4bj3r4/s400/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657401996912849490" /></a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6237381">Ginny Morrison</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<p></p><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29746955?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>/a&g<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLOp9nQh6Dw/ToMhJFmTclI/AAAAAAAADu8/VX6nv4bj3r4/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29747038?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><p>The above videos were his first two shots of the tournament. He went on to putt for par! It was a great way to start off the morning.</p></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-41661135998713542022011-09-13T14:59:00.007-05:002011-09-13T15:54:01.808-05:00A Day in the Life<div style="text-align: left;">Of an 11 month old baby girl. Last week, you turned 11 months old. I realized I needed to get out the camera and snap some photos. I don't want to let my annoyance at our outdated, fuzzy imaged camera deter me from capturing these days with you. You are one busy girl and are growing so big right before our very eyes. We are so blessed to get to be your parents and brothers, Margot!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOh4Laat4o/Tm-2x5GETvI/AAAAAAAADs8/JiWxhs9pqIk/s1600/IMG_3104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-BWOh4Laat4o/Tm-2x5GETvI/AAAAAAAADs8/JiWxhs9pqIk/s400/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937025629376242" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>We start the day nice and slow with breakfast and play time in our pj's. You pull up and stand most of the day. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2cgd68IxXcU/Tm-2xremrqI/AAAAAAAADs0/lI5htWySiyg/s1600/IMG_3100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-2cgd68IxXcU/Tm-2xremrqI/AAAAAAAADs0/lI5htWySiyg/s400/IMG_3100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937021974195874" /></a><br /></div><div>You love to put things in this drawer and pull them out for a taste. EVERYTHING goes in your mouth. We really have to watch out for you. Thankfully, your brothers help us with this challenge.</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZakQod-q5I/Tm-2xXNor4I/AAAAAAAADss/1t27eLhg8iA/s1600/IMG_3091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-DZakQod-q5I/Tm-2xXNor4I/AAAAAAAADss/1t27eLhg8iA/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937016534314882" /></a><br /></div><div>You also spend a lot of time over by the boys' school table. You want to be all up in their business all day. They try to be patient with you as you pull down their papers and crayons. I tell them it won't be long before you are sitting there with them. </div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nkG0SQaCYI/Tm-2yZoqbDI/AAAAAAAADtM/CDWSD-QJkfY/s400/IMG_3112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937034364415026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Then we head upstairs to get dressed. You love to stand and look out the boys' window. You also love to explore all their toys in their room. In this picture you are laughing at Owen. He is so good with you-very nurturing and always making you smile. You can also see your dimple under your left eye in this picture. Owen has the same one.</div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpKOYRP0um8/Tm-3Rwgk3WI/AAAAAAAADtU/jK9d26i45hQ/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937573080456546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2vExpdeGQQ/Tm-2yIzL5mI/AAAAAAAADtE/oCpzbSBkbG0/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937029845149282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRuGqDg8bIE/Tm-3SoIuecI/AAAAAAAADts/Up2zRqkGLlU/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937588012808642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>Now that you are adamantly opposed to taking two naps a day, we try our best to prolong the morning by taking a walk. Your new schedule is: wake up at 7:45, nap from 12-3, bed by 7:30. I actually like this better as we are not bound by two naps a day and you are asleep nice and early for me in the evenings. You still nurse 3-4 times a day. This makes me happy as your brother's were self-weaners at this age. You eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, and two snacks. We haven't found many foods you don't like. Asparagus is your favorite vegetable, cantaloupe and mango your favorite fruits, and salmon and tilapia your favorite meats. Breakfast is oatmeal every day and your favorite snack is yogurt. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZosHsEp_YMs/Tm-3SDv6wiI/AAAAAAAADtk/CspKtNf5kYg/s400/IMG_3137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937578245079586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aU0jC8rqBO8/Tm-3R7nlNmI/AAAAAAAADtc/H7mhoeQtVPc/s400/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937576062629474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Since I was in camera mode, I told the boys we would take some pictures of them too. Owen was willing, but too shy to look at the camera on most attempts. Micah told me he wasn't handsome and wouldn't smile for me, hence the above photo! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wPa7IcTWR2g/Tm-3S2uJ3hI/AAAAAAAADt0/dUhK5WNfBxs/s400/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651937591927889426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>The boys are always having so much fun, and you always try to be a part of whatever they are doing. I am hoping this will entice you to walk soon as crawling on the concrete is not good for the knees or clothes.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3MsjUG9uRM/Tm-4ikdGZpI/AAAAAAAADt8/0W7VIUFCBpw/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651938961414055570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Convinced Micah to give me a good smile :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRMCQEXKLxM/Tm-4iwDqaPI/AAAAAAAADuE/M6d_qa9kr88/s400/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651938964528589042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPZJvPkBXgE/Tm-5NpAEJGI/AAAAAAAADuU/y5AOz6-O7Ks/s400/IMG_3190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651939701368824930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>"Listen to me! I have a lot to say these days too!" You can say "dog dog" and "ball" and that is what you like to talk about most of the day. You have many other words, you just have your horn stuck right now. You also love to read books and point to the pictures in them. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrrUgJsmHfE/Tm-5NW8p3GI/AAAAAAAADuM/3Tm7GpwZAyo/s400/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651939696522681442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keGHBGEccQ4/Tm-5N9cNr9I/AAAAAAAADuc/djQhs7FLIWs/s400/IMG_3196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651939706855600082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Micah and Owen try to help you stay on your feet and teach you to walk! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpO18lt-EVE/Tm-5OK11T-I/AAAAAAAADuk/8rdHf8bGc5w/s400/IMG_3207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651939710452715490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">On the way home, Owen was telling Micah a secret. It ended in a hug, and I had to snap one more! Then it was home to make lunch. We met a special surprise...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x1G-Azmfgno/Tm-5OeCyXrI/AAAAAAAADus/FnS551rcRPc/s400/IMG_3209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651939715607322290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">You love your Dada. Big smiles and waves make him so happy. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHW7c4NbkGI/Tm-5YGAxmHI/AAAAAAAADu0/cK5An2CadII/s400/IMG_3215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651939880955123826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">We'll be back so soon with a happy birthday post. </span></span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-72448641551048622462011-08-27T10:38:00.005-05:002011-09-02T08:18:57.632-05:00Vacation!<div>And....one month later!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>This year, we had the privilege of being invited by some wonderful friends to enjoy Dauphin Island for an entire week. This is our family's longest stretch of vacation ever! To say we enjoyed ourselves and made many lasting memories is an understatement. We were a full house with 9 adults, 9 children (Micah being the oldest), and two courageous, outstanding nannies. It was a lot to keep up with for sure: long walks to the ocean, many mouths to feed, little swimmers who were sometimes too brave, and crawlers who put everything into their mouths (that would be Miss Margot!). We couldn't have done it as enjoyably without those wonderful selfless girls helping with all our small children. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>It was the hottest I ever remember being at the beach. The humidity was almost unbearable. In fact, almost every time I got my camera out to take a picture, this is what happened. Hence a post without many pictures. My friend, <a href="http://raechelmyers.com/">Raechel</a>, did a wonderful job documenting our trip so I will send you over <a href="http://raechelmyers.com/2011/08/some-snaps/">there</a> to see her take and many beautiful pictures (and lovely new website too).</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne1CqeFaBr0/TlkP5xF0k-I/AAAAAAAADsc/8ldZQIBYKR4/s400/IMG_3073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561092990342114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">
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<br /></span></div><div>Thankfully, we had wonderfully breezy nights to enjoy the beach and ocean as a whole family. We didn't even attempt to take Margot to the beach during the day. She happily napped with Hazel and Rowan during the heat of the day in the nice, cool house. When the evening came and she saw her swimsuit, she would giggle. She couldn't wait to get to the ocean, gobble up handfuls of sand, and kick and splash in the waves. We have never seen a baby so happy to be in the salty, sandy atmosphere. She was in paradise. The boys loved the trip as well. They made up endless games in the waves, played countless board games with anyone who would oblige them, looked for shells on the beach with Beatrice, and made lasting silly memories with Oliver,</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLPav2-2d_8/TlkP6COGKgI/AAAAAAAADsk/G3m2YMwQ39Y/s1600/IMG_3074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLPav2-2d_8/TlkP6COGKgI/AAAAAAAADsk/G3m2YMwQ39Y/s400/IMG_3074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561097588451842" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqmnQXrdyv8/TlkP5pCemeI/AAAAAAAADsU/t3-wbxvFCR0/s1600/IMG_3071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqmnQXrdyv8/TlkP5pCemeI/AAAAAAAADsU/t3-wbxvFCR0/s400/IMG_3071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561090828835298" /></a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1AOtr5SsKc/TlkP5dVLevI/AAAAAAAADsM/7GUXHZS0H-o/s1600/IMG_3070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-R1AOtr5SsKc/TlkP5dVLevI/AAAAAAAADsM/7GUXHZS0H-o/s400/IMG_3070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561087686048498" /></a> See Micah in the far left? He stayed in the ocean the whole time we were at the beach.
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYW6a310u5w/TlkP42IVMdI/AAAAAAAADsE/Hcg2a_sMx3A/s1600/IMG_3067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYW6a310u5w/TlkP42IVMdI/AAAAAAAADsE/Hcg2a_sMx3A/s400/IMG_3067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645561077163176402" /></a>This last picture was actually the start of our trip. We decided to take a slight detour and stop at "the loveliest village on the plains." The boys loved running through campus and eating frozen yogurt, and we loved breaking the trip into two very doable drives. Micah declared that he loved Auburn, wanted to go to college there, and even wanted to move there! Matt and I dreamed about opening a satellite office and moving there ourselves. Oh, how we love and miss that place. <div>
<br /></div><div>And because this has been so long coming, and because I just want to get this down and posted, here is a list of some of our favorite memories in no particular order.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Watching my boys perform beautifully at our <a href="http://www.amsterdamcafeauburn.com/">favorite restaurant </a> in Auburn. It was a lot to ask for them to sit quietly and enjoy "adult food" after 5 hours in the car. Matt and I were silently praying they wouldn't embarrass us-we had forgotten Amsterdam wasn't the most kid friendly place. They both claimed it was their favorite restaurant while they ate their weight in smoked salmon dip. That's my boys! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Seeing three small boys cuddled up on two twin beds to sleep. It didn't last long as my boys need their space. Owen ended up choosing the floor. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>- Learning and playing many hours of cornhole.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Hearing strange sounds one night, Matt and I quickly leaped up to save the day from the storm blowing in. As we were scrambling about collecting items, we realized that we weren't the only ones who heard. But... we were the only ones out there in our underwear! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-One night our family took a mini road trip to Gulf Shores to get Matt's and my favorite meal: a steamed seafood platter. Micah had one bite of king crab leg and declared "This is great! I think this is what we'll eat in Heaven!" "I think so too" I told him. Owen had a few bites too, but we wanted to be careful with his shrimp allergy. I packed a bottle of Benedryl and let him have a taste. Sweet boy declared his grilled chicken breast dipped in butter sauce his favorite meal ever. We followed dinner with a trip to play mini golf. Both boys made a hole in one!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-We somehow scored the master bedroom (our friends wanted to give us a nice welcome to the group vacation). The bathtub was a large garden tub. At the end of our nighttime beach trips, Matt got in the shower with all the kids. He bathed, I dried, lotioned, and clothed. Then, we would scramble to get the kiddos in bed at a decent hour, so we could enjoy some adult conversation and games. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Watching/listening to my boys play with their sister in the car, so she wouldn't cry was one of the highlights. She isn't fond of sleeping much on car trips, and they would entertain her by tossing all their stuffed friends her way. She thinks they hung the moon. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-We played at least three full games of monopoly with Micah and Owen-including "joke monopoly" which is really the modern day version. You could buy airports for $200 million! Micah got a big kick out of that. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-On our last day at the ocean, the waters were tepid and there were rumors of jellyfish. After Owen, Margot, and I decided to call it a day, Micah held a slimy goop up in the air asking "what in the world is this?" Matt tried to stay calm as he told Micah to put it down right now and get out of the water. Micah denied for a solid hour that it was a jellyfish. We were so thankful he didn't get stung by one of the massive jellyfish that started washing ashore. He finally admitted that he held a jellyfish, but had to put in the disclaimer that it wasn't alive. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I know I'm forgetting many things, but this will suffice for now. Here's hoping for many future beach trips-definitely my favorite vacation spot!</div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-88129554642758773712011-07-29T07:53:00.003-05:002011-07-29T08:32:34.268-05:00A Visit From Friends<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5am7mI2Lu58/TjK1jbofVuI/AAAAAAAADr8/_r7Kmn9G92U/s1600/IMG_3055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-5am7mI2Lu58/TjK1jbofVuI/AAAAAAAADr8/_r7Kmn9G92U/s400/IMG_3055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634765704111544034" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0UDyMhxW-s/TjK1jDWrVhI/AAAAAAAADr0/jW0Rm7APlac/s1600/IMG_3053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-t0UDyMhxW-s/TjK1jDWrVhI/AAAAAAAADr0/jW0Rm7APlac/s400/IMG_3053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634765697594381842" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvZFCnQSv38/TjK1i2u3q3I/AAAAAAAADrs/vYrTtN_6yrw/s1600/IMG_3041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvZFCnQSv38/TjK1i2u3q3I/AAAAAAAADrs/vYrTtN_6yrw/s400/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634765694206192498" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5vEEpzpKcI/TjK1ist9-aI/AAAAAAAADrk/iuPuTxaNMAA/s1600/IMG_3040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5vEEpzpKcI/TjK1ist9-aI/AAAAAAAADrk/iuPuTxaNMAA/s400/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634765691518056866" /></a><br />I've written about the Costello family on this blog before. They are great friends, the kind of friends who lived down the street from us, the kind of friends whom we ate dinner with multiple times a week, the kind of friends who have the same number of children all within months of our own children, the kind of friends who have to move far away sometimes, the kind of friends who want to move close as soon as Drew finishes his time of service, the kind of friends who come when you are going through one of the hardest times in your life, the kind of friends who drive all night to come when your son is in the hospital, the kind of friends who load up the whole family (AGAIN) and drive 14 hours because we are too chicken to do it with our own brood, the kind of friends who fix your fence, your door, your toilets, etc. because we never got a lesson in simple repairs, the kind of friends whom we miss and love dearly! <div><br /></div><div>Of course, when your home is full of four adults and six children (with Micah being the oldest), there is hardly time to remember to get the camera out. I did manage a few pictures one day while the oldest four were eating grape juice popsicles on the sandbox. Unfortunately, these are not very satisfying when trying to remember our fun time with this family. We were a full house indeed. Over the ten day trip, there was lots of good food, good drink, fun outings (including the science museum, neighborhood pool, bowling followed by ski ball, Mexican food, fishing, shopping and probably more that I'm forgetting), high fevers, laughter, tears, pyramid making, amazing words out of little mouths, countless pages of little artwork, fun late night adult talks, a few arguments, reminiscing about the past, dreams about the futures, and encouragement from people who love you. The Lord has blessed us richly with good friends. It was such a treat to be able to spend so much time with some of those. Twenty more months, Costellos! The countdown begins. How many of us will there be then? :)</div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-84939443656631394142011-07-10T21:43:00.003-05:002011-07-11T14:46:23.231-05:00Nine Months<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtlyQw1VxGk/ThtS9ZXzuxI/AAAAAAAADrc/EqC_TWZI1zI/s1600/IMG_2984.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-PtlyQw1VxGk/ThtS9ZXzuxI/AAAAAAAADrc/EqC_TWZI1zI/s400/IMG_2984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628183374065810194" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GlBmcgswZx4/ThtS8Q1kYPI/AAAAAAAADrU/cRUbxI71BsM/s1600/IMG_2914.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GlBmcgswZx4/ThtS8Q1kYPI/AAAAAAAADrU/cRUbxI71BsM/s400/IMG_2914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628183354594844914" /></a><br />Oh my little M J, how are you nine months? Funny, my last post was for your brother's birthday (not much time to blog these days). I know I haven't done a post for you in a while, and I wanted to jot down some milestones for the ol' scrapbook, er... blogbook? <div><br /></div><div>-You got a double ear infection a couple of weeks ago and were so fussy and sad. Lo and behold, your first two teeth broke the surface! You are feeling great now, and we are so glad that you seem to be an easier teether than your brothers, who had to fight for weeks for their stubborn teeth to break the gums.</div><div><br /></div><div>-You can pull up! You did this yesterday for me and the boys. Your brother's were so proud of you, and this made you feel super special. </div><div><br /></div><div>-You love your brothers. You will crawl immediately to the stairs and call for them to come down if they are not playing with you. You have amazingly sweet brothers. They dote on you, talk lovingly to you, and play with you whenever Mama asks them. Sometimes they even play with you without me asking. One night I decided to take you on a walk alone, and you were so sad the entire time. What was I thinking taking away your entertainment?</div><div><br /></div><div>-You still army crawl even though we know you can crawl on your hands and knees. It is quite a sight. I really need to get a good video of this before you start walking.</div><div><br /></div><div>-You wave to everyone and say "hi" and "hey" over and over until you get acknowledged. My favorite is when you see Dada in the mornings and greet him with "hey da!" </div><div><br /></div><div>-You are mostly very serious. You have quite a thinking face-it rivals Micah's from his babyhood. You are always taking things in and figuring things out. You are curious and busy. Thankfully, you still nap twice a day to give me a break from chasing you all over the place!</div><div><br /></div><div>-We took you last dose of reflux medicine last week and are waiting to see if we are going to need a refill. You eat only small amounts, but you like most things I have offered you. You are not much interested in pureed foods anymore so I spend a lot of time chopping things into tiny bites for you. Usually, when we try prepared baby foods (especially fruit), you spit up a lot from the extra acidity in the preservatives. You eat yogurt now and love it. I splurged and got you a bag of yogurt melts at the grocery when you were having a hard time and you are hooked. I keep those in my diaper bag for outings only. Once you see them, you are not going to eat anything else!</div><div><br /></div><div>And that is all my distracted brain can think of right now. You are so loved, Margot-indeed, the Lord has added a treasure to our family!</div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-47305893025832312642011-06-08T16:11:00.008-05:002011-06-08T17:03:50.621-05:00Micah 6/8<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol1MMgAM8SE/Te_xfRe_G6I/AAAAAAAADrE/1zVt2L79XrE/s400/Picture%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615972779925904290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dv-pRyzXhU/Te_xf8smBsI/AAAAAAAADrM/wPZjTlgUmBM/s1600/Picture%2B331.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPjrbQmoJ30/Te_rY8ZFsLI/AAAAAAAADpU/SQGCK9eGTw4/s400/IMG_2962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615966074115043506" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WYS-Rud62us/Te_rYZj1FfI/AAAAAAAADpM/55IJjao-jpE/s1600/IMG_2943.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-WYS-Rud62us/Te_rYZj1FfI/AAAAAAAADpM/55IJjao-jpE/s400/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615966064764851698" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tAznRVyPt5k/Te_rYPZXZ8I/AAAAAAAADpE/4YBuRjb1Ifg/s1600/IMG_2942.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-tAznRVyPt5k/Te_rYPZXZ8I/AAAAAAAADpE/4YBuRjb1Ifg/s400/IMG_2942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615966062036608962" /></a><br />Oh my Micah, <div>It would take so much emotional energy to completely rehash the past year with you. Suffice it to say that we are so thankful to be celebrating this special day with you, 100% healthy (well, except for a mild chronic tummy ache which is presumably heartburn, and sore legs from all the running around you are doing!) Six years ago, I could hardly wait to meet you. I ached to hold my firstborn baby. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You had a pensive stare from the beginning; we had no idea how precocious you would be. You made me a mama, Micah. You hold a very special place in my heart. This year, I really thought I was going to lose you to the mystery illness we later learned was ADEM. I have never been so scared in my life. I was of little faith, but the Lord our God is faithful. He heard the prayers of thousands from all over the globe for His special son, Micah, and chose to answer them with your miraculous healing (the neurologist said he really expected you to still be in a wheelchair). You acknowledge that God healed you, and we saw your own faith strengthened by this trial. You have such strength, Micah. Not once, did you complain or get angry that you were sick. You bore your trial, stayed faithful to pray for strength, and kept determination to get well. You amaze me; you always have. I love you, Micah-a million bazillion googleplex!</div><div><br /></div><div>As for milestones, this past year you:</div><div>-Finished your last year of preschool. We rode that train as long as possible, and now we have begun to homeschool. You love to learn, and I am excited about all the things we will do together this year.</div><div>-Got your first library card. You really wanted to check out all 25 books, but I talked you into just 10 </div><div>-Learned the proper technique for writing all your letters. Your handwriting is improving every week.</div><div>-Became best friends with Owen </div><div>-Played in two golf tournaments and loved it</div><div>-Went to your first pro sporting event-a Titan's game with Dada, Grammy, and Gramps</div><div>-Became a big brother for the second time</div><div>-Took your first shower</div><div>-Finally sat in a booster seat instead of your carseat</div><div>-Continue to be so tender hearted and caring</div><div>-Got very sick; became healthy agian</div><div>-Still eat slow as molasses!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-28796454086765359322011-05-24T16:00:00.007-05:002011-05-24T16:19:54.601-05:00"Miss Margot"<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiIcVcs9OEU/TdwgY0ETiyI/AAAAAAAADo0/xX1OnGQqdx8/s1600/IMG_3616.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiIcVcs9OEU/TdwgY0ETiyI/AAAAAAAADo0/xX1OnGQqdx8/s400/IMG_3616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610394846462446370" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_vSMLKrqYE/TdwgYgur1eI/AAAAAAAADos/Ei0VHnfDNFU/s1600/IMG_3585.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_vSMLKrqYE/TdwgYgur1eI/AAAAAAAADos/Ei0VHnfDNFU/s400/IMG_3585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610394841271490018" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj1ShOKATJU/TdwgYMQKlkI/AAAAAAAADok/ryrVcxGPVLw/s1600/IMG_3505.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj1ShOKATJU/TdwgYMQKlkI/AAAAAAAADok/ryrVcxGPVLw/s400/IMG_3505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610394835774772802" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lov342ErMZ0/Tdwfvxe6X3I/AAAAAAAADoc/qB7xB8JViV4/s1600/IMG_3500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lov342ErMZ0/Tdwfvxe6X3I/AAAAAAAADoc/qB7xB8JViV4/s400/IMG_3500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610394141394100082" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfocYtBB0RY/TdwfvYpeLUI/AAAAAAAADoU/-MDC4hr4Sz4/s1600/IMG_3479.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfocYtBB0RY/TdwfvYpeLUI/AAAAAAAADoU/-MDC4hr4Sz4/s400/IMG_3479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610394134727503170" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwowE0UPQAI/TdwfdiT8K4I/AAAAAAAADoM/sTHuNb47w9Q/s1600/IMG_3471.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwowE0UPQAI/TdwfdiT8K4I/AAAAAAAADoM/sTHuNb47w9Q/s400/IMG_3471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610393828083903362" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyntGpW5eO0/TdwfdX3tRbI/AAAAAAAADoE/L-2uR0AvzQ0/s1600/IMG_3455.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyntGpW5eO0/TdwfdX3tRbI/AAAAAAAADoE/L-2uR0AvzQ0/s400/IMG_3455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610393825281131954" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wxUtHVF1jk/Tdwfc6B9BqI/AAAAAAAADn8/MNNfQQd_GlQ/s1600/IMG_3446.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wxUtHVF1jk/Tdwfc6B9BqI/AAAAAAAADn8/MNNfQQd_GlQ/s400/IMG_3446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610393817271043746" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hsUfb50ctU/Tdwe4QgymVI/AAAAAAAADn0/buY3C3CSlu4/s1600/IMG_3436-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hsUfb50ctU/Tdwe4QgymVI/AAAAAAAADn0/buY3C3CSlu4/s400/IMG_3436-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610393187650804050" /></a><br />My friend, <a href="http://raechelmyers.blogspot.com/">Raechel</a>, is an amazing photographer. Seriously, sometime I am going to get her to teach me everything she knows (that is when we both don't have small children and a million things to do in one 24 hour block of time!) But one day when we are reminiscing about the good old days, maybe, just maybe, she will teach me some tricks. What do you say, Rae? Until then, she so generously agrees to photograph my sweet baby for me from time to time. I tempt her out to my house with promises of good food and friends for her little ones and husband. We always have a blast with this sweet family, and this time I even have priceless pictures to treasure forever!The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-71588893342523665192011-05-20T07:31:00.008-05:002011-05-24T22:44:29.071-05:00Back in the Game!<div>Micah is doing amazingly well. We are so thrilled with how quickly he has made progress. If you ask Micah, he will say he is 100% better. Matt and I can still see him tire quickly, and we notice that he is not quite as fast as he used to be; but for all intents and purposes he is back to his old self again! He even competed in a golf tournament two weeks ago-and got fourth place.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_m1qWa9MR4/TdZgpMqfI3I/AAAAAAAADns/hLQz0gWwTZ0/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-g_m1qWa9MR4/TdZgpMqfI3I/AAAAAAAADns/hLQz0gWwTZ0/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608776646826861426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">After the tournament. I know it felt good for him to be able to play. </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41aZVeZimf0/TdZgoxcYJnI/AAAAAAAADnk/M203zAFNr_0/s1600/IMG_2888.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-41aZVeZimf0/TdZgoxcYJnI/AAAAAAAADnk/M203zAFNr_0/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608776639519925874" /></a>This was taken at Micah's preschool graduation. They were so kind to let him participate in the ceremony. What an exciting moment to watch him graduate with his class. Now, we are beginning the wonderful adventure of homeschooling!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L24ANwygw0U/TdZgogBssdI/AAAAAAAADnc/cBr4Ap7HFvg/s1600/IMG_2887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L24ANwygw0U/TdZgogBssdI/AAAAAAAADnc/cBr4Ap7HFvg/s400/IMG_2887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608776634844623314" /></a>Trying to get a family shot with three children is always interesting.<br /><div><br /></div><div>So, here we are back to normal-if you can ever really say that life with three small children is normal. Things are always changing as these precious ones move on way too quickly into new stages of life. </div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-12581113291236940902011-05-18T21:16:00.002-05:002011-05-18T21:27:25.790-05:00For Your Viewing Pleasure<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23796304?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/23796304">Untitled</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6237381">Ginny Morrison</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><p>Margot waving! She is really catching on to this talking and communicating thing. She says Mama, du (duck), dada, ni ni (night night), miiii (milk), and ah duh (all done). She loves to wave, especially at Dada.</p><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23796446?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/23796446">Untitled</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6237381">Ginny Morrison</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><p>This is at the end of the year program at the boys' preschool. Micah is behind the microphone and is really getting into the sign language. It was so nice to see him up on stage with his class like he had never even been sick.</p><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23796817?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/23796817">Untitled</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6237381">Ginny Morrison</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><p>Owen is to the left of the little girl in the yellow dress (who is also named Margot). He gets very shy on stage, but he did an excellent job singing. See him nervously holding the bottom of his shirt? Adorable.</p>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-50004096900276684572011-05-11T08:20:00.006-05:002011-05-11T10:22:08.842-05:00Six and Seven Months<div>Sweet baby girl:</div><div> These past few months have been busy, busy. We have been helping Micah get better and running to and fro therapies and doctors. Dada has been playing catch-up at work the past couple of Saturdays leaving me little time to do your blog posts to document your milestones. One thing is for sure: you are a trooper, and you are BUSY-such a fun mix of your brothers. You remind us so much of Micah in that, when we are home, you are into everything and always thinking (you have amazing raised and furrowed brow thinking faces). I know that I am very soon going to have to put locks on things and put up the baby gates. I am already getting you used to playing in your pack-n-play so that I will have somewhere to contain you! You remind us of Owen in the way you hang out in the car and get in and out with almost no problems. You are sweet during long therapy sessions and doctor's visits. You nap in the car when I need you to and still come home and get right back on your schedule. Here are a few other things about you at six and seven months:</div><div><br /></div><div>-At nearly seven months you weighed 17 pounds 10 oz. and were 26 in. long. This put you in the 70 % in weight and 45% in length. What can I say? You love to eat-by far and away our best nurser. You, unfortunately were having a really hard time tolerating solids. You would cry for hours afterwards and spit up profusely. We agreed with the doctor to start you on some acid reflux medicine. You are a different baby! You are tolerating oatmeal, carrots, avocado, and zucchini very well with carrots being your favorite. You are sleeping better, and I rarely have to scrub the carpets! We are so thankful to have medicine for you to feel better. </div><div><br /></div><div>-You love your brothers. You have learned to scream really loudly when they come in the room. I know you learned this from their very loud talking. You also are very interested in everything they are doing. I always remind them that you are watching and learning.</div><div><br /></div><div>-You roll all over the place and can spin around in circles. This gets you pretty much anywhere you want to go. You can get your belly high off the ground and rock back and forth, so we are expecting some real crawling any time. </div><div><br /></div><div>-You still have no teeth. This is not surprising as your brothers didn't get any till 9 months. You do have some swollen bumps on the bottom.</div><div><br /></div><div>-You can say your first word-Dada. You say it all the time, but you also know the right time to say it: when you see your dada! You also make many other sounds. You will respond to your name, "find the baby" on your wall, wave when you see new people, shake the rattle when I ask you to, and are learning the word "no" as you grab everything you are not supposed to. </div><div><br /></div><div>-You are sleeping from roughly 8 at night until 7 or 8 in the morning with one wake up at 2. We are trying to break this habit that you formed when your reflux was really bothering you. You take two good naps for me during the day and are mostly a very happy girl when you are awake.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Your favorite things to do: Jump in your jumper. You squeal and bounce so high, then pick up your legs and swing back through the doorway. You also love putting anything and everything in your mouth. We have cleaned out the playroom and coach the boys often about keeping small things off the floor. You love playing in the tent, and taking long walks in your stroller. You love your sling, and it has been a life saver these past few months with all our running around. We went to the zoo one day, and I can tell you are going to love being outside. In fact, today we are cleaning up our water table for you to splash in. You love music in the car. I am working on putting a CD together for you to listen to in the house. (by that I mean waiting for a time when dada can help me!) You like books, but not sitting still to read them so much. I have learned to just give you your own book to chew while I read another one out loud. </div><div><br /></div><div>-You love your mama, and I love you. You are such a great addition, Margot!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWJpecxO09M/TcqSkhTbItI/AAAAAAAADms/mGqhIJyuVuI/s1600/IMG_2788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-jWJpecxO09M/TcqSkhTbItI/AAAAAAAADms/mGqhIJyuVuI/s400/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605453842328789714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">First Easter with Dada. We all think you look a lot like him!</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohkEKHpom4s/TcqSkWuYcRI/AAAAAAAADmk/3YrTVCRn4Ss/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-ohkEKHpom4s/TcqSkWuYcRI/AAAAAAAADmk/3YrTVCRn4Ss/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605453839489069330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There is that toe I love! You were born with it sticking out like this.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_nqLNU-Xuw/TcqSkJuZh-I/AAAAAAAADmc/TxGzDKaUxMg/s1600/IMG_2779.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_nqLNU-Xuw/TcqSkJuZh-I/AAAAAAAADmc/TxGzDKaUxMg/s400/IMG_2779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605453835999479778" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2hBY95jxnM/TcqPOt6yJAI/AAAAAAAADmU/RMhw9zQGtjU/s1600/IMG_2764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-r2hBY95jxnM/TcqPOt6yJAI/AAAAAAAADmU/RMhw9zQGtjU/s400/IMG_2764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605450169223095298" /></a>I thought you'd look so pretty in the new green grass. You hated the feel and burst into tears.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLAAiyonIGQ/TcqPOSC6ACI/AAAAAAAADmM/e0ks3PjXoL4/s1600/IMG_2733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-SLAAiyonIGQ/TcqPOSC6ACI/AAAAAAAADmM/e0ks3PjXoL4/s400/IMG_2733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605450161740972066" /></a>Seriously love to drink out of real cups. You can really gulp down some water. I'm thinking of adding some milk to see if you would drink it since you won't take a bottle.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Npr0gIQ7T0s/TcqPOO9xJTI/AAAAAAAADmE/K9AX0jzQa6s/s1600/IMG_2605.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Npr0gIQ7T0s/TcqPOO9xJTI/AAAAAAAADmE/K9AX0jzQa6s/s400/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605450160914113842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Micah wanted to take your picture in your pretty purple</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwgZbV1wGww/TcqPOLd_1mI/AAAAAAAADl8/K4Gyf95ggvE/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-nwgZbV1wGww/TcqPOLd_1mI/AAAAAAAADl8/K4Gyf95ggvE/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605450159975552610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There are those brows (and toe!)</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igBDpl2gdjI/TcqPN92iePI/AAAAAAAADl0/jJ1vgTTFo00/s1600/IMG_2591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igBDpl2gdjI/TcqPN92iePI/AAAAAAAADl0/jJ1vgTTFo00/s400/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605450156320389362" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-57988387533550229802011-05-06T07:31:00.005-05:002011-05-06T09:47:30.366-05:00Some Easter Pictures<div><br /></div><div>Our Easter was nice and restful. My dad and stepmother joined us for the weekend. We stayed around the house, went to our Good Friday and Easter Sunday service at church, ate good food, enjoyed many jelly bellies, and hunted some eggs. Here are a few pictures of our day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LecPNCzB2pc/TcPrGIb3OxI/AAAAAAAADls/We6aBXJI9mQ/s1600/IMG_2782.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-LecPNCzB2pc/TcPrGIb3OxI/AAAAAAAADls/We6aBXJI9mQ/s400/IMG_2782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603580851955120914" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEJ-Lh0DBXc/TcPqv-xig2I/AAAAAAAADlk/bDBgI8vogBs/s1600/IMG_2783.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-HEJ-Lh0DBXc/TcPqv-xig2I/AAAAAAAADlk/bDBgI8vogBs/s400/IMG_2783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603580471404561250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The race is on!</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHiH2-QIAUE/TcPqvUk0pcI/AAAAAAAADlc/clWdKmY0ueg/s1600/IMG_2772.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-qHiH2-QIAUE/TcPqvUk0pcI/AAAAAAAADlc/clWdKmY0ueg/s400/IMG_2772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603580460076934594" /></a>Sweet boy. I don't want to ever forget these big cheeks! They are quickly disappearing as the effects of the steroids are going away. This smile just makes me laugh.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBBdukTbZb4/TcPqvKfKr0I/AAAAAAAADlU/eVFXqBRdR6U/s1600/IMG_2771.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HBBdukTbZb4/TcPqvKfKr0I/AAAAAAAADlU/eVFXqBRdR6U/s400/IMG_2771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603580457368858434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some puffs for a little girl who wants to join us for meals but gets bored quickly. </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wihulB1WjRw/TcPqvOUwYiI/AAAAAAAADlM/WTDkpINC5mw/s1600/IMG_2768.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-wihulB1WjRw/TcPqvOUwYiI/AAAAAAAADlM/WTDkpINC5mw/s400/IMG_2768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603580458398933538" /></a>She got her own Easter basket with a couple of books, hair clips, and a rabbit. I didn't think she would even care, and I almost forgot to even give it to her. I was so glad I remembered. She watched the boys intently as they tore into theirs. When I brought out her own pink basket, she practically jumped out of my arms with excitement. So funny to watch a child so young understand what being a kid is all about.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX6voKLtg78/TcPqu1Ai5xI/AAAAAAAADlE/cM6ZtSNqiug/s1600/IMG_2767.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kX6voKLtg78/TcPqu1Ai5xI/AAAAAAAADlE/cM6ZtSNqiug/s400/IMG_2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603580451603277586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Are these all really mine? Sometimes I have to pinch myself. Blessed indeed!</div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-13276511820411489332011-05-04T14:21:00.005-05:002011-05-04T14:52:39.535-05:00Owen's Birthday Celebrations<div style="text-align: left;">We tried to make Owen's birthday a big deal this year. He has had a bit of a rough time adjusting to becoming the middle child and having his best friend in the hospital for a month all the while being forced to go with the flow and having no time with his parents. We have spent lots of time talking these past few weeks about our family and how we are a team. We ALL sacrifice when one member of the team needs us. We ALL learn to become more selfless when a new baby comes. After much praying, talking, and some new allergy medications, Owen seems to be much happier and glad to be a part of the Morrison team. We are so thankful as things were getting a little stressful for a while. He told me today in his sweetest, most shy voice: "I thought you didn't like me." Oh, how it broke my heart. I know Owen has many feelings of inadequacy and is very introspective, but somewhere along the way I have failed to let him know how much I like-and LOVE him! Alas, we are learning as we go, and, hopefully, our little Owen will know how much we truly "like" him. Anyway, back to the birthday. We celebrated at his preschool, at home that night with presents from just the family, on Friday night with Grammy for a joint birthday celebration, and again on Sunday afternoon for a family birthday party. I think he had a great time and really enjoyed the attention.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSZh_ArDNnc/TcGtfPHKtYI/AAAAAAAADkM/kVu_G6I7Mrk/s1600/IMG_2634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSZh_ArDNnc/TcGtfPHKtYI/AAAAAAAADkM/kVu_G6I7Mrk/s400/IMG_2634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602950163569751426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6gEW8vZi80/TcGt1nCV2cI/AAAAAAAADk0/yNuglGGT0ZI/s1600/IMG_2680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8kFgjzFy1Q/TcGtgFszPJI/AAAAAAAADks/8nrvKs53HdE/s1600/IMG_2667.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-v8kFgjzFy1Q/TcGtgFszPJI/AAAAAAAADks/8nrvKs53HdE/s400/IMG_2667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602950178223111314" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cLbePLwgbU/TcGtfiIKlcI/AAAAAAAADkc/BABXlrqLd6c/s1600/IMG_2656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cLbePLwgbU/TcGtfiIKlcI/AAAAAAAADkc/BABXlrqLd6c/s400/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602950168674211266" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNGRsc3rSVE/TcGtfQPaiOI/AAAAAAAADkU/Q-iKzUJeaKI/s1600/IMG_2640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNGRsc3rSVE/TcGtfQPaiOI/AAAAAAAADkU/Q-iKzUJeaKI/s400/IMG_2640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602950163872778466" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nuvwsvghlg/TcGt1xGxijI/AAAAAAAADk8/y8qd8Hl3uAQ/s400/IMG_2702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602950550652029490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hqc4DuinYyE/TcGs_5fmtNI/AAAAAAAADkE/IuPxKApkZik/s1600/IMG_2741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-hqc4DuinYyE/TcGs_5fmtNI/AAAAAAAADkE/IuPxKApkZik/s400/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602949625190724818" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmTNDR_MAUs/TcGs_YgDZ5I/AAAAAAAADj8/ijvBxl7nua4/s1600/IMG_2738.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-fmTNDR_MAUs/TcGs_YgDZ5I/AAAAAAAADj8/ijvBxl7nua4/s400/IMG_2738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602949616334235538" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNGBQYXA-Z0/TcGs-xMk_8I/AAAAAAAADj0/imPlSrhdZFg/s1600/IMG_2734.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-oNGBQYXA-Z0/TcGs-xMk_8I/AAAAAAAADj0/imPlSrhdZFg/s400/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602949605783568322" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wdXITlA0Kg/TcGs-iAmqKI/AAAAAAAADjs/yuFPEvLlmHA/s1600/IMG_2728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wdXITlA0Kg/TcGs-iAmqKI/AAAAAAAADjs/yuFPEvLlmHA/s400/IMG_2728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602949601706813602" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eD7NTyFdAk/TcGs-eGDQwI/AAAAAAAADjk/3qwycx-ujms/s1600/IMG_2722.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-1eD7NTyFdAk/TcGs-eGDQwI/AAAAAAAADjk/3qwycx-ujms/s400/IMG_2722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602949600655917826" /></a><br /><br /></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-72361990822713199072011-05-03T15:40:00.006-05:002011-05-03T16:11:23.951-05:00Family<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tkt8M2Wmwk/TcBsB_YCpxI/AAAAAAAADjc/Dk2iCtcIzm8/s1600/IMG_2759.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tkt8M2Wmwk/TcBsB_YCpxI/AAAAAAAADjc/Dk2iCtcIzm8/s1600/IMG_2759.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This will be the first of many posts I plan to do this week. I got a little behind taking care of the kids, ordering lots of books-more on that later, visiting doctors and therapists, going to the zoo, etc. etc., but we have had a busy and wonderful last few weeks. Here are some shots of the special times we have spent with family.</span></span></a><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tkt8M2Wmwk/TcBsB_YCpxI/AAAAAAAADjc/Dk2iCtcIzm8/s400/IMG_2759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602596717896836882" /><div style="text-align: center;">Margot with Great-grandmother, Margaret</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdzmvp_51-w/TcBsBnXyt0I/AAAAAAAADjU/ZcEeCqY5vMs/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdzmvp_51-w/TcBsBnXyt0I/AAAAAAAADjU/ZcEeCqY5vMs/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602596711453341506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Grammy with her grands</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8qya_hCs4Q/TcBsBSaq-TI/AAAAAAAADjM/XLg66vnsLDE/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-Z8qya_hCs4Q/TcBsBSaq-TI/AAAAAAAADjM/XLg66vnsLDE/s400/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602596705828272434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nana with her grands</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87DWcTHUFpw/TcBqTbz_m_I/AAAAAAAADjE/yEjignl7dbo/s1600/IMG_2716.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-87DWcTHUFpw/TcBqTbz_m_I/AAAAAAAADjE/yEjignl7dbo/s400/IMG_2716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594818564791282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Margot with Great-Granddad</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVU2Z7it2aA/TcBqTHdY4cI/AAAAAAAADi8/N2_ETZ9S2Gs/s1600/IMG_2713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mVU2Z7it2aA/TcBqTHdY4cI/AAAAAAAADi8/N2_ETZ9S2Gs/s400/IMG_2713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594813101269442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Great Grandmother brought Micah a special pack of cards to play</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfEd13Z201o/TcBqShkDCzI/AAAAAAAADi0/c6EXDEXwYLo/s1600/IMG_2711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfEd13Z201o/TcBqShkDCzI/AAAAAAAADi0/c6EXDEXwYLo/s400/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594802928651058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">While these cousins played outside</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaZZM8HOgHI/TcBqSfCpU7I/AAAAAAAADis/CxuoWy3iu9Y/s1600/IMG_2705.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-EaZZM8HOgHI/TcBqSfCpU7I/AAAAAAAADis/CxuoWy3iu9Y/s400/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594802251682738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tyler (my brother's baby) and Margot</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iViRoeivtNA/TcBqSFwYFvI/AAAAAAAADik/Gtv8kQTKJZk/s1600/IMG_2704.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iViRoeivtNA/TcBqSFwYFvI/AAAAAAAADik/Gtv8kQTKJZk/s400/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594795464169202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tyler was stealing a few kisses!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foMqY6wVu_s/TcBpuyLLLII/AAAAAAAADic/OakGdH2-FWE/s1600/IMG_2696.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc_wZdhguOU/TcBput9mOcI/AAAAAAAADiU/2BuLvqbJqik/s1600/IMG_2698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-Qc_wZdhguOU/TcBput9mOcI/AAAAAAAADiU/2BuLvqbJqik/s400/IMG_2698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594187781749186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We celebrated Sally's birthday wtih the traditional Mexican meal</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2AiDR-fNcU/TcBpuLO6e4I/AAAAAAAADiM/xBjKapIJFfg/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-y2AiDR-fNcU/TcBpuLO6e4I/AAAAAAAADiM/xBjKapIJFfg/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594178459138946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Owen got to celebrate too since his birthday is just two days before!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XMN8sE-kPk/TcBptxgKRoI/AAAAAAAADiE/sLrkUqjldbw/s1600/IMG_2690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XMN8sE-kPk/TcBptxgKRoI/AAAAAAAADiE/sLrkUqjldbw/s400/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594171552155266" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0zglYkzXk/TcBptqq7uoI/AAAAAAAADh8/amPC2TlZAf4/s1600/IMG_2687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9P0zglYkzXk/TcBptqq7uoI/AAAAAAAADh8/amPC2TlZAf4/s400/IMG_2687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602594169718291074" /></a>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-49426147818305970632011-04-22T07:48:00.002-05:002011-04-22T07:54:52.904-05:00OverheardWe still have a monitor in the boys' room. Last night, they were talking way past bedtime (which by the way is a huge indication that Micah is doing tons better. We haven't had to go into the boys' room to tell them to go to sleep in months!) We turned up the monitor to hear what they were saying. They both sleep with countless things in their beds, and Owen was talking about one of his "friends." <div><br /></div><div>Owen: "Micah, Sonic got ADEM. He is 100% sick, and he died."</div><div><br /></div><div>Micah: "I was 100% sick one time, but God has healed me all the way back to 96% healthy!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Owen: "Micah, I think you were just 99% sick when you had ADEM."</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, the musings of my little guys. Praise the Lord for His healing work in Micah! Praise the Lord that Micah knows full well who The Great Physician is! Praise the Lord, for He is good!</div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-10573117486590811172011-04-20T20:32:00.005-05:002011-04-20T20:48:39.750-05:00Adoption<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7M5oS45HC4/Ta-LoXW2w5I/AAAAAAAADhw/y6Eq-thEupI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-28%2Bat%2B9.42.56%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7M5oS45HC4/Ta-LoXW2w5I/AAAAAAAADhw/y6Eq-thEupI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-28%2Bat%2B9.42.56%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597846387425723282" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltXQ2PVB74w/Ta-Leyp4XRI/AAAAAAAADho/3AyeUTjwLJw/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-28%2Bat%2B9.42.10%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltXQ2PVB74w/Ta-Leyp4XRI/AAAAAAAADho/3AyeUTjwLJw/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-28%2Bat%2B9.42.10%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597846222954585362" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Adoption. I love adoption. I want to adopt, but now is clearly not the time for our family. It is, however, the time for a family who is very near and dear to our hearts (along with many other families we know and love who are also going on this adventure). </span></span><a href="http://bandkcompton.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Comptons</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> are selling a T-shirt to help with with some of the funds of the whole process. If you would like to support this wonderful picture of the Lord's mercy on us, help bring home the Compton's newest addition, and/or want a really great new shirt </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">either reply here or email Katie at katiebcompton@gmail.com. Here is the design (they are $20 and come in adult, youth, and toddler sizes and are really more of a charcoal grey-darker than the proof):</span></span></span></span></div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12806166.post-13183855798186362902011-04-13T15:52:00.003-05:002011-04-13T22:34:25.909-05:00Owen, Where Has the Time Gone?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPOOaG2yOBg/TaZYME4oBOI/AAAAAAAADhY/Qu6WYNca6p0/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPOOaG2yOBg/TaZYME4oBOI/AAAAAAAADhY/Qu6WYNca6p0/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595256551547340002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> Taken on your 4th birthday eve</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nFS-vxlYe4/TaZTWSwdH5I/AAAAAAAADhQ/MoTSOGrT9eE/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nFS-vxlYe4/TaZTWSwdH5I/AAAAAAAADhQ/MoTSOGrT9eE/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595251229511720850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">At your third birthday party</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpcWVw_41gw/TaZTWVGAmqI/AAAAAAAADhI/ZOavkYJWRnI/s1600/DSCN3405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpcWVw_41gw/TaZTWVGAmqI/AAAAAAAADhI/ZOavkYJWRnI/s400/DSCN3405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595251230138997410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">At your second birthday party</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzj6B88uYi4/TaZTWEZm3VI/AAAAAAAADhA/Fc9sTpC7MX0/s1600/DSCN0926.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzj6B88uYi4/TaZTWEZm3VI/AAAAAAAADhA/Fc9sTpC7MX0/s400/DSCN0926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595251225657793874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The big 1 year old!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mhRmbLZL_jA/TaZTV4MAk4I/AAAAAAAADg4/P1DN2r3Rvg0/s1600/IMG_3328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/-mhRmbLZL_jA/TaZTV4MAk4I/AAAAAAAADg4/P1DN2r3Rvg0/s400/IMG_3328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595251222379533186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks old: an absolute angel baby!</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRv11d5Kxnc/TaZTV4JGknI/AAAAAAAADgw/kHdydZba5Fo/s1600/Owen%2BNewborn%2B050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRv11d5Kxnc/TaZTV4JGknI/AAAAAAAADgw/kHdydZba5Fo/s400/Owen%2BNewborn%2B050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595251222367343218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mama's first glimpse</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh my Owen, looking back on these pictures makes me smile. I cannot, cannot believe you will be four years old by the time anybody reads this. You were such a Godsend to our family. We needed you more than we even knew. You came into the world our smallest baby on an unseasonably cold day and changed us forever. You could quite possibly have been the sweetest baby ever, and we appreciated and loved you so much. You grew into a boy that would be someone's very best friend in the whole world and a child who makes his parent's so proud. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This year has been a busy one for you. You entered into your hardest stage so far as you tried to figure out your place in the world. You have always been content to be in the background but this year, you decided to fight for your right to be heard. We have always had a hunch that you would be a middle child and this year, your little sister made you just that. Knowing your sensitive nature and insecurities, we have always tried to let you know how special you are to us. You have a tender heart. You have a funny sense of humor and make me laugh, and you are such a smart little boy. We have loved watching you play with your little sister when you think no one is watching. We have loved watching you care for your big brother and best friend these past few months. One of my favorite memories will always be watching you hold Micah's hand and walking him down the halls for his physical therapy. You want him to run with you again and pray for that every night. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You talk our ears off these days, especially if it is something you are passionate about. This year you started preschool and, while you love it, you always insist that you would rather stay home than go. You were truly born into an introverted family! It is funny to see how you retreat when you get around crowds and how much you let loose at home with us. You love to help me. I loved our Wednesdays together this year as you walked around with me and helped me with my housework while I listened to you tell me stories. You can write your name, count as high as you want, surprise us with your mental math skills, and get yourself dressed complete with shoes on the wrong feet! You finally moved out of a crib this year into the top bunk of your new shared room. The memories you will make in there are bound to be immeasurable. You have a wonderful imagination and have actually awoken to fears of wasps in bubbles chasing you from your dreams! You are gaining a true sense of wonder at the Lord and all his works. You talk about all the amazing things God could do as you ponder his omnipotence. You are amazed at the promise of Heaven and have commented that "in Heaven, I can eat chicken from Chick-fil-a because I won't even be allergic to eggs!" Hopefully, it won't take that long as the numbers show your allergy to eggs is almost gone. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We love you, Owen more than you can ever know. And we pray that this upcoming year you would grow even more "in wisdom and stature and favor with God and man." Happy Birthday! </div>The Morrisonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142130655740994675noreply@blogger.com1