tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25131524261283635012024-03-05T13:27:02.466-08:00The LiddellsJosh, Brooke & Harper.The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-9029437349594630522012-04-13T09:37:00.002-07:002012-04-13T09:37:10.859-07:00Sneak Peek<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Just a few things we've been doing lately to get ready for Harper's Western Birthday Party.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMslQKGzJ_ZfAF1Qp_hmiDaTmZY0yyiT6ip93Owig-R16P1BKnLDmxnZK6-vY0BhTGgwIvWZjqSBED4HWQtHqZs_Qw-slvIFjjjvZgEXWSh0IfcxWU80ZOH-tzfc35lCVfpknQFIXtqW2/s1600/2615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMslQKGzJ_ZfAF1Qp_hmiDaTmZY0yyiT6ip93Owig-R16P1BKnLDmxnZK6-vY0BhTGgwIvWZjqSBED4HWQtHqZs_Qw-slvIFjjjvZgEXWSh0IfcxWU80ZOH-tzfc35lCVfpknQFIXtqW2/s320/2615.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite pictures ever of her!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz7OQyh6D7a-iKurZe7b2dQuf2APp_MnsEvdKVYuJb7xw76-X7BT7f0aNDUKFxGv46sowndN9qJ3uwnDRMuNCT8qu3eUGolMkpiK05PmlT5HMlVGraf0VUVgPtjz1ln8ZoAaJrraOLyZA/s1600/2465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcz7OQyh6D7a-iKurZe7b2dQuf2APp_MnsEvdKVYuJb7xw76-X7BT7f0aNDUKFxGv46sowndN9qJ3uwnDRMuNCT8qu3eUGolMkpiK05PmlT5HMlVGraf0VUVgPtjz1ln8ZoAaJrraOLyZA/s320/2465.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This pic will be on the back of the invite</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv030zcJ2I6l0Cu9-W5hQKsm-o4sks5UiDEsNfVZse1mY7sre9HLTUX3enW46ikQJgXXziUsakIcmZU9ekwFJUbIg4olf39o4Q4e5NG46BDsVspH1BM6sBIoVVUA5g-sNibQDZ7GeMUSIL/s1600/invitation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv030zcJ2I6l0Cu9-W5hQKsm-o4sks5UiDEsNfVZse1mY7sre9HLTUX3enW46ikQJgXXziUsakIcmZU9ekwFJUbIg4olf39o4Q4e5NG46BDsVspH1BM6sBIoVVUA5g-sNibQDZ7GeMUSIL/s320/invitation.jpg" width="231" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This invite is what started it all.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_ZUsprhcy4q0iKEYheqRFLtM1QPurjUOMOj1eVA8hcNmumV6n0WgsxJUscAXZ5zQSadOiEfwdoOpowNeje-AWQyVjmvw_x__t_d8-RkzwYR3cru4t5EiZYlyH6iaA8Hmc8Qn-LO2rNtT/s1600/2469bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_ZUsprhcy4q0iKEYheqRFLtM1QPurjUOMOj1eVA8hcNmumV6n0WgsxJUscAXZ5zQSadOiEfwdoOpowNeje-AWQyVjmvw_x__t_d8-RkzwYR3cru4t5EiZYlyH6iaA8Hmc8Qn-LO2rNtT/s320/2469bw.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
<br />
Can't wait to show you all of the details of the party. We still have a few weeks till we have it (May 5th) but I will take lots of pictures for you. Can't believe she's already going to be 1. How the time flies!<br />
<br />
<br /></div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-60079424080881163362012-02-21T14:01:00.000-08:002012-02-21T14:36:12.247-08:00Pictures<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXt5ZBJPDv4NNrZxBYdqETgR2BJkqexDeFTwxhiUboI3akOfSbPGFPWZBBlkVI9Xzpv2D_QXxwcjzWSuAyGD939a7vITGNM-TPBMjd1sm2T0stHD9UFjNP2zFkAU54Rg07vl1tmVT39B_/s320/IMG_2565_7010+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711717726631381202" /></div><div>Love this girl!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxriOTQCnpDl5IYrLYko-pl1Sj33BtxdDGl2u9_FQooAFKNb-iIP8mVZxDXAGdax8ica4CnuolFjm7HYlUBPo6SBPW1dmfB2kItvt3ECCFiVhcIjahNElIr-xQ8JQE4L6bCXD9Qtwb5KJN/s320/IMG_2591_7036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711717723162703954" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Valentine's Day</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPMPBN1pJpzbk-CiArzkTDPw2fGJ6ZWxNtA3rrO5vJrRrPiEtnkvo2-D4ST9dZFhP16qhNPb4m2Yj1zzgnOSr6Y0nPAbS1DhzgpODbogXHqRprZD8PoW460WLRbRScqbIb71ETEZqyZOV/s1600/IMG_2603_7048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPMPBN1pJpzbk-CiArzkTDPw2fGJ6ZWxNtA3rrO5vJrRrPiEtnkvo2-D4ST9dZFhP16qhNPb4m2Yj1zzgnOSr6Y0nPAbS1DhzgpODbogXHqRprZD8PoW460WLRbRScqbIb71ETEZqyZOV/s320/IMG_2603_7048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711717719122448674" /></a>And again!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTQxbEPpSFfucneeeLtYyKeHi5XmBQPQsiCJEtF6dzvxwwwlED8mJCiANYTD6NaFWI4aP3iSdeBc4Kav6w3tDTQu11E-IwBhfU1oe4Otq45aco-p8sLZds6mOofS6VU6Ut8y6_Cpgayvv/s1600/IMG_7078.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTQxbEPpSFfucneeeLtYyKeHi5XmBQPQsiCJEtF6dzvxwwwlED8mJCiANYTD6NaFWI4aP3iSdeBc4Kav6w3tDTQu11E-IwBhfU1oe4Otq45aco-p8sLZds6mOofS6VU6Ut8y6_Cpgayvv/s320/IMG_7078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711717702980591922" /></a>She's so silly!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkMx1Fon410Gqf9LHovG58jnzBI3tf-WJSU494UAswQcTCu55d-QtfS1RQgEY53Y1zTtW_7Q5lBBJMMLSbf0oj2Nb5N4LN-zcLDGCNYjINUTeLIXvj3-ppfI9zl3PrbQLQONNRRBud4OD/s320/IMG_7077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711717693067787122" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keeps finding cords these days and putting them in her mouth...so I have to be better about putting them away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1bry0JwvJmT1XfsR2XOARqOYUDfF0IqLladp4RblVsI6otasuNoGxjKkh4ZxsPuHAWQ6rpk5EStDz_6EwO0VRnbqj00pY0CWookdnuEuvgnJuCWr3khj4tVXLHzjbv8UN1TXxj5Xxe8k/s320/IMG_2612_7057+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711716193499231778" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was not a happy camper</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQwR0oWxTGEd-5lA5vu1bK8qMwkrTTlghnGxnq0EkOK45SLktE_oZMTMPrbU3Cw6UyZLhFDbPQLPZAlvVxLHmyw2dko3PKqoJc-xzJCG8VVCBFpYIM28StVhVWpKtmLiRw3JqC-6N1vNH/s320/IMG_2616_7061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711716188930844578" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So we gave her a balloon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdgKexEH2itsxzttaWItKjxJX2EEhcgv_T-qtYa0OU6IzQPmsAR1FfOXeXg5l-oHfWWX_CsFs5ZIxziAVNRuFmBj5QBSrU63bC-SFh0gSGhoApgJWpj0rlns8DtsjUvbkMxkLYoNUBv2M/s320/IMG_2613_7058+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711716174506776050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And she somewhat got better<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH0WgZbkfAL2eJ5e0-sn65zhYFiq6BLNbnaW1cB8ISp8jpJVDI91UKTJozhni6plamU_hly7zsR57LVly0L4Wvh4Y_H65E3wNArZE0c1DviZv6TZQpZIhx10GeSnTbG5qYGT-EpV9vxoeb/s320/IMG_7103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711716167891817922" /></div>Such a cute smile!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRAxjimypYKWQWLJ4jeK3scUoYlxf_ytIV_eWnw1UZgIUoTlByd6kWkwS98R8BBwML1ZMRXcxrfzTVEL5hfulPpCRhs1N9dKndnILgh4HjsfaUadmtTmbphHgNqMNQsvgtcceMbNe8Gkd/s1600/IMG_7119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIDoG2_DhUdbMB7i2ml4sJhO8qIKSS5BuSFSTTWd6OWs6cJAZBwFqjdPcsRIDIMqnK7vYyNoNGcfjgHwuFVFUxomEla-5UfI7N4xoVSD-TtVTSV_ZwLuFtY2HBGIRFPIaHE_wvKbjcs6yq/s320/IMG_7113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711716162911152482" /></div><div>All ready for church.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWoDdy8OPIYKb5ZfWxelYAfUFRyUoN8qgHsgQvJ0R13yQjDSNAciFJUiu42yTqaKqhFfE1AcQHyVqhr5vMQTmhlydiPiX3y2Smvqd4Y0RHMMQgq5QUl30iuRjC24RIRPu-DwEmzarcaUI/s320/IMG_2633_7078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711713665779941154" /></div><div>Love her.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBx9rDqkK8px6u9FFo-GcgeL7LyHJttzMH3cagVIUGzags70cIf91PryRe3X3JF9s9RCID5CDeUjC4XB_HZRVVQRvEXzhdPe6MWES5uZqZ3prRx_IIorAtezx09BCDDPK3BqUA_fKPhBfC/s320/IMG_7068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711713654034732850" /></div><div>Always has my phone</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirObsnEaHrTbv0m2iG3Co_bUPwEBlwXLICy0c0eMohAxWB7-XlUWy1WnNYrtvz41RpkTdz8T8K9uKy4HiPuYpJOsGtkd00H7tAp-iHfN8tIoiRn0lUDaQJLvgeQMiF1XWakSrmeLNNVRed/s320/IMG_7102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711713614499931394" /></div><div>She loves brushing her teeth.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRAxjimypYKWQWLJ4jeK3scUoYlxf_ytIV_eWnw1UZgIUoTlByd6kWkwS98R8BBwML1ZMRXcxrfzTVEL5hfulPpCRhs1N9dKndnILgh4HjsfaUadmtTmbphHgNqMNQsvgtcceMbNe8Gkd/s1600/IMG_7119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRAxjimypYKWQWLJ4jeK3scUoYlxf_ytIV_eWnw1UZgIUoTlByd6kWkwS98R8BBwML1ZMRXcxrfzTVEL5hfulPpCRhs1N9dKndnILgh4HjsfaUadmtTmbphHgNqMNQsvgtcceMbNe8Gkd/s320/IMG_7119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711713608318642482" /></a>And showing off all those teeth! She has 6!!!</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-72406108880932400552012-01-03T20:05:00.000-08:002012-01-03T21:00:20.194-08:00Zoo<div>Josh had Monday off for New Year's Day and so we headed off to the Austin Zoo with Harper. We took her new wagon (If Josh were here, he'd correct me by saying Radio Flyer All-Terrain Wagon) and stuck the bumbo in it with a few blankets and she was all set. It really worked out perfectly.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2he4KqFVQXQnbPUrO61h-We7euO8xN2GxI_FS4zYId4yMPRbqlXABuclJKz_rdN8MSIM9AQXzxEZV_N65nS1ki4q-OcxAyX29qzE7uTtjh1hbCpMGGSM_xA64L-5VfLDMZnucqDnuxI4y/s1600/IMG_7015.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2he4KqFVQXQnbPUrO61h-We7euO8xN2GxI_FS4zYId4yMPRbqlXABuclJKz_rdN8MSIM9AQXzxEZV_N65nS1ki4q-OcxAyX29qzE7uTtjh1hbCpMGGSM_xA64L-5VfLDMZnucqDnuxI4y/s320/IMG_7015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636258906820226" /></a>All ready to see the animals!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjMftTClegOtcTennIwq0fpJ4WLlQ1CWpLULH51pG7cOeW97YQO9C49OuKsGzNY1StxAD89c2V31wbR1ljeV4GEZKc0UnbtK_YtwNr-aXrgsz_1kAwe_Bjr_K3JcQwHzteIFvXk2XDqUh/s1600/IMG_7016.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAjMftTClegOtcTennIwq0fpJ4WLlQ1CWpLULH51pG7cOeW97YQO9C49OuKsGzNY1StxAD89c2V31wbR1ljeV4GEZKc0UnbtK_YtwNr-aXrgsz_1kAwe_Bjr_K3JcQwHzteIFvXk2XDqUh/s320/IMG_7016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636249391611218" /></a>Looking at a peacock!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwwKb4WKPZfCt_zQHOZr-q1HYjXIUDCpBbxO3pfyV1bLxAx8aVVTxXt2cJnaxYZH21vAtlBzYZWZMjECqLmhPh0Ib0dcQMfYi0pIfw0sqEBzyH6RoGJyjb9q63TxcCG5pIMM2ZNd89K_v/s1600/IMG_7020.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwwKb4WKPZfCt_zQHOZr-q1HYjXIUDCpBbxO3pfyV1bLxAx8aVVTxXt2cJnaxYZH21vAtlBzYZWZMjECqLmhPh0Ib0dcQMfYi0pIfw0sqEBzyH6RoGJyjb9q63TxcCG5pIMM2ZNd89K_v/s320/IMG_7020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636242332949858" /></a>Alpaca!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFAsb6-FOEh8TNNCIFHNytSzQSlLkT-vZJcyQRx2EtRgywZJiTmU4cHfMEo1NXCOcVTLg_0MSwAriTQ9PPuiPB_iWq3QdVu1Yvq5g7mutEWWdAUzSR-EjoZJB0s0TV8Isjz1VhOMEgjar/s1600/IMG_7024.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFAsb6-FOEh8TNNCIFHNytSzQSlLkT-vZJcyQRx2EtRgywZJiTmU4cHfMEo1NXCOcVTLg_0MSwAriTQ9PPuiPB_iWq3QdVu1Yvq5g7mutEWWdAUzSR-EjoZJB0s0TV8Isjz1VhOMEgjar/s320/IMG_7024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636239974237378" /></a>Feeding a goat<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcp1R7iHIBee3_aXPhvY_ovWYpVTyhFYdHE4ApK1wjij8Jjav2UJsnUqDA_HivbDwq-S-t7blnDtlCGe0JW7yDxxXq1M2bVy5h-bGmBMrjpBv4LV1ObCFvH6s6Wk1cY1KDo8EbjoBIMDuh/s1600/IMG_7028.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcp1R7iHIBee3_aXPhvY_ovWYpVTyhFYdHE4ApK1wjij8Jjav2UJsnUqDA_HivbDwq-S-t7blnDtlCGe0JW7yDxxXq1M2bVy5h-bGmBMrjpBv4LV1ObCFvH6s6Wk1cY1KDo8EbjoBIMDuh/s320/IMG_7028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633091127375922" /></a>We watched this lion play with her ball. It was quite entertaining.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuJRp093I0W33yrtwbcJ6OE5vyBIWh2TA51KqHDcceZp7nwxC0xGMpxOvbzBaWC925pbYmGTx65xAXatOvB0QS-5a-e-X8MLgDR-9trtbpS1wA8HBdrKY1Ye_UgopE2WGBN4SgZ_T9cYB/s1600/IMG_7042.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuJRp093I0W33yrtwbcJ6OE5vyBIWh2TA51KqHDcceZp7nwxC0xGMpxOvbzBaWC925pbYmGTx65xAXatOvB0QS-5a-e-X8MLgDR-9trtbpS1wA8HBdrKY1Ye_UgopE2WGBN4SgZ_T9cYB/s320/IMG_7042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633084881929922" /></a>Watching the lion pace back and forth.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbHQXJeJGmcCpwAFa4cR6XimHsyzA234iAw2MSs0a3Agzvl7mZ6VsYBTu6fNJjWR8NZ2cxJvhRS_Qoj4ns7p9xbIA0YgTyqA17I6v2QMwJQXsH6HgO6KlwhFrSIuDx0ykRgKtyoMaz7rZo/s320/IMG_7045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633079092302354" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's a Longhorn fan.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4INK7gAG_72H-5J646SihTkcLjg3UWfutmirb6CYUShuZJKzFL-XyvEXf-VCCzeLbhY-MwWCqlH_dxekHuGsTcLQrM28sFBZU5H-UF1jX16a4lVNhFR7sJRD0WEJPS1EBwnOqs8MhMl4/s320/IMG_7050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633064207756562" /></div><div>Looking at a rooster<br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiOyG22R5ernhzUUJ3kCw8mGMNgLg3T0Z9HRPcXf6USr7Qt3Sn33FJqVuNpZ4-ae5g8n1wcDjWnCMvlcG1qCYA8dgRcavGwJoi7wzMRzdhtkcuaXCRDdrHLP2v4iLEhLtgzgBpsfmfjjh/s320/IMG_7054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633063301181890" /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqZskYKikMtbPSGLlS_9pq_VuDkXjA8uKGmYIjTAB8mHIR_n6Y6tEoppqCfWEUSO88BnaHs8Teou5iMr3FDA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-27294465363650864342012-01-03T18:15:00.000-08:002012-01-03T20:04:44.796-08:00Christmas in Utah<div>This year, we spent Christmas in Roosevelt, Utah with Josh's family. We had a great time spending time with family. Here are a few pictures of our trip.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Us with Grandma and Grandpa Liddell (Harper's Great Grandparents)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqvhFWPATUTAyCgva5jwz8D8mj9zKamaNtSUNtKGY-qlWuedpC-FKlh81qoNnUc9pfVWKA10edcYHJGiDtj38-Onu2Y8wi-vQZBH_oiW-014mUebVS3DdXa8jPQVzGKXJoTZAuKm6Pl-W/s320/DSCN0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693616470616600834" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Four-Generation Photo. Great-Grandpa Liddell, Grandpa Liddell, Dad and Harper</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiczBz0YZJ_NmJ6x4amlmnezEkH1ZQ3BiGlk1_p8R7jhNWn3I4XL09kRM_v_gd9V7_vYy8wSn_gIo6h6IbToruTvbXGISglVV8q-xtvsGERYUS36FMKNF2lkBicbQJUDvQseO2IVRptRVcI/s320/DSCN0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693616466346436274" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harper is opening up the gift from the grandparents. They got her a book of the Christmas story.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge3hg3xGqvVGIBkm5G-flP9g8bbEFEKE45vQ1IfKM0Xasz4bD41pxqgqCKAjUpJ9FjH1lj957Wv0D5A2zEn8IUXG9sR6TGO-8t2NjKWkhGtlcC5I6bZkKMXaM5N5R6YJMIo_wlwop1E0X_/s320/IMG_6970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693616459051897746" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are in our new pajamas. It's tradition in our family to open up a gift on Christmas Eve, which just happens to always be pajamas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuTRMY-Q6NqMTbdLv-qLXb_7h6QIRZcqEIGrZQ5xfECbTA6HNDdTiyCSuaFK79fX_DBeLoGNQHQ6LnpLESKnJhvWq5kEj8puQpfTokB6WPjRkEW5T3HQfeo1A-W7BvFwONTyi12x-6YbU/s320/IMG_6978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693616455013637810" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Harper opening up her first gift on Christmas morning. She's pretty excited. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XHbYVtCiiZt0jfvT9OWRuuak1dX9WWqvEs-4vSW1oNH9k_FQOmv3L9Agp89jKNnq5_EK7lAUsmvkaHvDCM4yv7cqDqj1DcQGRcQA72469IQxOvrfenEqqKZaBlUd_9yD_eSA6VN0ui50/s320/IMG_6983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693601940852627714" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyCAYxb1XtZ9X4IZVwMwjzAd1b40Xvvusd-dzpAdkrPAzlcjIzSTHddUHRnrT1danRSG6d7_RDflQFFgDCmcI1Vz_fjZzk2shdJPAcd2E1RzpNrEL09Ugrhmh21eHwFqKYbkvQ6Ebam2S/s1600/IMG_7014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Here's her toys from Grandma and Grandpa.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZi5yFyZ-P-Sm__cxpQyrp60tCUTDvEsbZa_u9bNsMFWftjQgNeQIEzDZviChNfXMv6I3-4RNLC0wxYpNJYQJ5P8YwP5rypW0QBggJVjt6tW3DXKYDH6oLXdMoy6ged1QEYy9tGeAAKCLG/s320/IMG_6997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693601938242001346" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trying out her new toy.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTcftP50rbJhS-cmSzeVgNVZIByDQL0xSvN5vWy2Ka6dh37cDzcL3xe1g-McYTou5oA1vs9v-jGau6PrW6K2Lt5Ct4HLoGUSYPr6MNVTI0a6V_QlAlCCJPqYxjtl4UUro13SuSFa4pEMB/s320/IMG_7002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693601922354601746" /></div><div>Josh's sister Jill is a massage therapist. She was giving Josh a massage and Harper decided she should help. :)</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCGGlgz_QfFbHkx_HZSjDNtqsrzKCQQ8PSKy-24j18VxUuenaPRIIb4ItVbDAgN8c3iSl0YTsuGqhReRS7qNJOuV8md8rI6IxtnWrb1TgnI4V0_msO9oaBq7shgQMWZX3l1m7Nlw2SxhL/s320/IMG_7006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693601912914332082" /></div><div><br /></div><div>On our way home we had a whole row to ourself on the airplane. So I got the window seat, Harper got the middle seat, and Josh got the aisle seat. And she sat like this the entire way home...ok...not really. But she would sit like this for about 5 minute increments before we had to change positions or toys or something. :)</div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyCAYxb1XtZ9X4IZVwMwjzAd1b40Xvvusd-dzpAdkrPAzlcjIzSTHddUHRnrT1danRSG6d7_RDflQFFgDCmcI1Vz_fjZzk2shdJPAcd2E1RzpNrEL09Ugrhmh21eHwFqKYbkvQ6Ebam2S/s320/IMG_7014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693601908866645458" /></div><div>We had a great Christmas and a fun time with the family. It's always nice to get a break from the real world. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now onto "pinning" patterns for skirts for me to make with my new sewing machine! Sew excited! :)</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-81961162076058575592011-11-28T18:00:00.000-08:002011-11-28T18:06:39.688-08:00BeachBody ChallengeSo, I have been quite lazy since, well, me and Josh got married...but especially since I got pregnant/had Harper. It is time to change my habits. Starting December 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> (yes, I'm procrastinating it a week) I will be starting the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BeachBody</span> Challenge. Kind of excited about it. I will be documenting my progress here weekly. And will (possibly) be posting pictures...depends on how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">embarrassing they are. But I do promise, at the end of the 60 days, to post both before and after pictures. Shouldn't be so embarrassing once I look semi-decent at the end. Wish me luck. And need lots of encouragement. The more comments on these posts, the more I will want to do it. Thanks!</span>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-13759294116456820602011-10-18T09:58:00.000-07:002011-10-18T10:09:44.852-07:005 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphenycNQC0HKj06zvRihn3pK-9dCWNnfozTdz-2-Eyo8MeFqervyX-So8ghLfsdlW_-0DHYkDzm_ORzvjNWMWoWha1BeGZ48_L-iUEXFzFHxPAOq_DN8tzn3Pb4J3V1222R2poGsjiEWoI_/s1600/IMG_6775.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyphenhyphenycNQC0HKj06zvRihn3pK-9dCWNnfozTdz-2-Eyo8MeFqervyX-So8ghLfsdlW_-0DHYkDzm_ORzvjNWMWoWha1BeGZ48_L-iUEXFzFHxPAOq_DN8tzn3Pb4J3V1222R2poGsjiEWoI_/s320/IMG_6775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664878321113607986" /></a>Harper turned 5 months old on May 1st. She is almost able to sit up now without falling over...but still has a little work to do. :) She is so happy and so fun! I can't imagine my life without her.The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-19306484352860519312011-09-21T15:44:00.000-07:002011-09-21T20:11:46.369-07:00She's so cute...me, not so much...<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyAOy54vkGTK7TLNwpDLjglH-1bNx30vnN9BliZZRunMJI1PAeORj3FZLZy1sIYZ5Wr9b8k8NJ8Gg0UZAMcEQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-35962004983386308532011-09-16T08:37:00.000-07:002011-09-16T08:41:48.623-07:00UT vs. BYU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7-TzOm2KRIR8OushgPm5u5TIL4BjURIjKq0DFaHU_sPAEnQ2eecUpLiZglMWaSnkEBOx9lmA5muI6cGnvMj72U5t2rGa2QxdAEv-TXzJttLYP5y8tbzNgINefSrUbQVVFKzuOgtPScib/s1600/Longhorn2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652983066136599874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7-TzOm2KRIR8OushgPm5u5TIL4BjURIjKq0DFaHU_sPAEnQ2eecUpLiZglMWaSnkEBOx9lmA5muI6cGnvMj72U5t2rGa2QxdAEv-TXzJttLYP5y8tbzNgINefSrUbQVVFKzuOgtPScib/s320/Longhorn2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Harper went to her first college football game. And of course we took the opportunity to dress her up in Longhorn gear (well, I did...Josh not so much. But I will tell you that he thought she was pretty cute, even though he was rooting for BYU)</div><br /><br /><div>We (Me and Harper) were going for the Longhorns because I told Josh that Harper was born and raised in Texas :) so she was a Longhorn by default. But I will tell you that I secretly hoped BYU won. Unfortunately, they didn't. Final score. UT: 17 BYU: 16. Bummer.</div><br /><br /><div>Josh was going for BYU and so he was bummed when they lost. But all in all, it was a fun game. Harper did great! Got fussy the last 5 minutes of the game and then fell asleep on the hike (literally) back up to the car.</div><br /><br /><div>Can't wait to do it again!</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-11111323764590288972011-09-02T10:53:00.001-07:002011-09-02T11:13:00.553-07:00Grandma Liddell and Auntie Jill.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNerWDv-8vFL0iPc_Bz6oY51sDtz1cGWKiv-TRb_HdwNx7Gbrfe7o6a7LFcC45rVRmo_HFmiFWF4cy5o8UVGexrZgC1Qs6Utk97VGCyVHeGFuRswPkmVtxJOMqBcDc7sQZZgAUaMw94kPM/s1600/IMG_6483.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNerWDv-8vFL0iPc_Bz6oY51sDtz1cGWKiv-TRb_HdwNx7Gbrfe7o6a7LFcC45rVRmo_HFmiFWF4cy5o8UVGexrZgC1Qs6Utk97VGCyVHeGFuRswPkmVtxJOMqBcDc7sQZZgAUaMw94kPM/s320/IMG_6483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647823781584259410" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtpqNNVARwRbuEDn41czF7fxiQvJ7Q4fBr9fCEzcVl-qA3S4M-wL_PXjDQHMLM7N-g520yWrX3sGr2tOiIewljW03Fxp3T7jYYhLRqYzvZgErEdVZLYp_12iJwLfBuzHYVhKZ1s08cAJg/s1600/IMG_6495.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtpqNNVARwRbuEDn41czF7fxiQvJ7Q4fBr9fCEzcVl-qA3S4M-wL_PXjDQHMLM7N-g520yWrX3sGr2tOiIewljW03Fxp3T7jYYhLRqYzvZgErEdVZLYp_12iJwLfBuzHYVhKZ1s08cAJg/s320/IMG_6495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647823779829156546" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6Msspsjjtqsa0jIsQEIkmGHnPyOGRzU8KF0zuQQjubCZMmUHqOj9kvE5NwIWQgKuDd4Zo_OtGDf5wTILTa0gZOMLuL0PJV96JBooII1j7sUbMxSvzElrzvZ8sXoTdPulRg8eCOrnRFUD/s1600/DSCN0423.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6Msspsjjtqsa0jIsQEIkmGHnPyOGRzU8KF0zuQQjubCZMmUHqOj9kvE5NwIWQgKuDd4Zo_OtGDf5wTILTa0gZOMLuL0PJV96JBooII1j7sUbMxSvzElrzvZ8sXoTdPulRg8eCOrnRFUD/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647823770555239330" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfwvwi5WVsm-MsSefbO7CuIrXEF-XiMhwWmGUUgwTMAjUScDjJQps1LIZ4WGgZmL1DS2pY4KlpdfvWLthhlEyeG1ku_f83NX58Rfo2y5AsgGlf2xuAF6O-tR7knGom1MsCBOe0ACHKMCF/s1600/DSCN0349.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfwvwi5WVsm-MsSefbO7CuIrXEF-XiMhwWmGUUgwTMAjUScDjJQps1LIZ4WGgZmL1DS2pY4KlpdfvWLthhlEyeG1ku_f83NX58Rfo2y5AsgGlf2xuAF6O-tR7knGom1MsCBOe0ACHKMCF/s320/DSCN0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647823765576397346" /></a>
<br />Grandma Liddell and Auntie Jill came for a visit at the end of August. This was Harper's first time meeting Jill and third time meeting Grandma Liddell. Here's some pics of the fun time we had!The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-61130414613009969152011-08-30T07:52:00.000-07:002011-08-30T08:20:24.469-07:00Riding the Waves<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We took Harper to the beach for the first time on Sunday, August 28th. She loved the water. I'm sure that's mostly because it was warm.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Harper in her Little Swimmers diaper waiting to get her sunscreen and swimsuit on. She loved holding onto the umbrella.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-J7PrI72RZpZUVeEAYsWqeWoTiTkHNFcDf5dXQfeTywUKLWXTSocQmCwgfxyLuoMSgXYXfU8Za2K_d9NaxFcqtpYzcwbluA8wmpku0gKDzCRjewmnT9wPqtKoii20PCptlzdASAVaYbAB/s320/DSCN0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646667900829368866" />Waiting to go in the water.
<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbOdM1t2O1UCpq_CQ2Ag2roxokKvVPySJjS6HI7279pvc7ovkkZ-NXureCSSCKwjGUMvCS_udBP189UBNYMEpG2GgpIw2R83aRp4PiXCQtN7ThsmUB8p7Hp_lf3A6nIWN047mn2ocZ69L/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646667897648612530" />Sadly, this is the best family picture of us at the ocean with Harper walking in the water...
<br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMR0bP7t0P4n0qOt_K9_CdHtxsGkEJTgGhiU8U9jUOBov8s1jhpJJMby1pYUdg1RGOovzMf9a-nUBtLXogypr10aF0FQ9kohDna_fy0-gKMZlD9eZuNqrejgxvU4IYZG05OsYxBEOA3qHb/s320/DSCN0391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646667896333272882" />Josh and Harper...</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzE0Zs8u2LfP639FXwdC_CN9SUz5eHgftr8nQd5g028n8YRFqZYDwJJpWPUQssnz49LNrxc0BgiRAG68PQuuuy8hcKShJQzs3nlRRXnJqKxD_U358EH0iOZ2uhYwRXQK9KraQ1wzR_T9Z7/s320/IMG_6480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646667890125479202" /><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here she is in the handmade pool made by daddy.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2SBa_rkZiDJ79bUPKqd0iyivJIYypbvT6ezFQ43BZHJjR6kGDyo893Uy5jMkBvtfTV6MF6O2ePLtHZ1zCAs5dAFQZ6fNcUO2t7wTWDQASy2VKP9kzy-CdYbImxWZZfQ1SLax2ydrkt1c/s320/DSCN0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646664395327305778" /></div><div>Don't you love her sunglasses and polkadot ruffle swimsuit?!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIwCnI8FtjYCZk_gqUO-Gt4pjPh_kLmclqW5tlfZYrhXQGYJfhFdznY1U5o3f6IU3nomQ-QaXX_XbQ1VOgLhgigUsmE9U6fYZNfwZ_KVjyCYYukTVBEsXFlDqwBh5h20ewh61ywQTE5RP/s320/DSCN0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646664390460210370" /></div><div>Walking in the water</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQmd-v0wn6DnriYy4vmeQWTvuMQt75YFg2LNEbcXcgFRT0nylcmo7FFJJvEtrCrnKrHQ6g6I4SJA41WrsRPhdmtPXbxaDOkhNjQCQA5C-xv8AcwuDzZdweCln3pEuXqmLx2Z4eHbnapV_/s320/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646664388324476882" /></div><div>Josh kept holding her like this and then the waves would come and get all over her face...she definitely tasted salt water...YUCK!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxia4pkROJeQQw0LAabKvc9Nmk9rDteUtfR9HApNKmXSuVx5cxXG7rtvveko9zOiUgTN4hoFwT74K1qvAo6H1jf0UZAGCE_DnYXnsiHoVNtQNUps0kGQVtsZRicPQ7mXntcCyGcgqtJrU/s320/IMG_6476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646664386468973282" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>This one is slightly better than the first family picture...</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OEmwzCL9LLB3H_t_JhztoIJvqI0PSTmAqRO8DVRm20nOW3o3aWsWSKAXckf6alazGDYaXibYroOCcdwUJR2A8uDGmD6H7Wlg_RAAeE1gzuyx3KPocUdlU_oC23RXUS9Ookpbw2zo_VbI/s320/IMG_6487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646664382164113378" /></div><div>We had fun! Josh, especially. He refuses to wear sunscreen, though, and thoroughly regrets the few days after every time...</div></div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-51948665919976485772011-08-30T06:07:00.000-07:002011-08-30T06:08:58.148-07:00Nook GiveawayHead on over to <a href="http://aplaceandaspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/nook-battle-and-giveaway.html">this blog</a>. She's giving away a Nook. Boy do I want it!The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-11712337021933831182011-08-26T12:05:00.000-07:002011-08-26T12:18:30.277-07:003 month photo shootSo I have a friend that is a photographer and she loves taking pictures of babies, so I am lucky because she's always wanting to take pics of Harper. Here's a few of the last photo shoot.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8R18VQ5PhlF29n71hyphenhyphenrZGMkK6_pAQUVUNhxHS12gFlwj85sUAzJBlDV0Y5np1UmA_woG9oxxUZxC-ZlL1ca65-1TiJMUeYZcNNtR1xJo17sJWyNM2C1FAUkyAV-vGzfVrupwmnCyGQPr_/s1600/IMG_9755_4244.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: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8R18VQ5PhlF29n71hyphenhyphenrZGMkK6_pAQUVUNhxHS12gFlwj85sUAzJBlDV0Y5np1UmA_woG9oxxUZxC-ZlL1ca65-1TiJMUeYZcNNtR1xJo17sJWyNM2C1FAUkyAV-vGzfVrupwmnCyGQPr_/s320/IMG_9755_4244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245288539056674" /></a>
<br />
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8OJCJkzP_V22fD9gH1onRgDVHg49bl967rlJII5hJ8L8w3ThG3IvzKM21Xd5BoLRRXbNc0Rm7_-f_3Kd48lad9TmB3PIqlcv0668dcwWkmyW_vi0NB6AnOnP_Q2sSpk6oH4WX2oHG5EB/s1600/IMG_9731_4230.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: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8OJCJkzP_V22fD9gH1onRgDVHg49bl967rlJII5hJ8L8w3ThG3IvzKM21Xd5BoLRRXbNc0Rm7_-f_3Kd48lad9TmB3PIqlcv0668dcwWkmyW_vi0NB6AnOnP_Q2sSpk6oH4WX2oHG5EB/s320/IMG_9731_4230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245282230149346" /></a>
<br />
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjM6AZZ-TmokPCYPeQF5eKK5q_F3dlI-wsUSe6Eb6XNyy_dmKgZxBqAcHDMrZd7-FwK7-hwOdaR-aj_Gq6BlpVCd4UvLm6e7c8MErJIrLK2M0SgYuFmdZI1gLlq_Bol8q3aODgKYDZQp4r/s1600/IMG_9714_4214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjM6AZZ-TmokPCYPeQF5eKK5q_F3dlI-wsUSe6Eb6XNyy_dmKgZxBqAcHDMrZd7-FwK7-hwOdaR-aj_Gq6BlpVCd4UvLm6e7c8MErJIrLK2M0SgYuFmdZI1gLlq_Bol8q3aODgKYDZQp4r/s320/IMG_9714_4214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245277677764402" /></a>
<br />
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9gCnZuNz362ptEel6sWOLfNJ2-csSRfNwaAZrkaePHz20H5w_bwF7Nodbdw31sW3zsqP6iqO1AdNx0qGIw2X6lh-Vf3JEG73luRZEfQkL2sXQrUMuf3hx-WozNhMb5a6sSVnEoGMePxhx/s1600/IMG_9707_4209.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: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9gCnZuNz362ptEel6sWOLfNJ2-csSRfNwaAZrkaePHz20H5w_bwF7Nodbdw31sW3zsqP6iqO1AdNx0qGIw2X6lh-Vf3JEG73luRZEfQkL2sXQrUMuf3hx-WozNhMb5a6sSVnEoGMePxhx/s320/IMG_9707_4209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245270398733666" /></a>
<br />
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTE-ilvCGUxDkpK4CzvYiqEVWUEgk08b-xgkREgm2xqai__7x-gh-5AvupDbI8G88EYMsZsMMYbVg-xIdlLvo0QvFQisUhzQrnH3OMtDmjZy0Od9rzRmo0o5XYvyhN30XQ78BhH0b46_a/s1600/IMG_9688_4201.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: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTE-ilvCGUxDkpK4CzvYiqEVWUEgk08b-xgkREgm2xqai__7x-gh-5AvupDbI8G88EYMsZsMMYbVg-xIdlLvo0QvFQisUhzQrnH3OMtDmjZy0Od9rzRmo0o5XYvyhN30XQ78BhH0b46_a/s320/IMG_9688_4201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245263068913842" /></a>
<br />
<br />The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-63964219442430502762011-08-23T08:19:00.000-07:002011-08-23T09:21:19.442-07:00Bookshelf. Opinion?<div style="text-align: center;">So...planning on making this bookshelf for Harper's room. Actually, two or three. You can find the tutorial <a href="http://pennycarnival.typepad.com/penny_carnival/2009/02/tutorial-hanging-book-display.html">here.</a></div><div>
<br /></div><div>
<br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 799px; height: 533px;" src="http://pennycarnival.typepad.com/.a/6a00e55104c12388340111689a717f970c-pi" border="0" alt="" />And I plan on putting it on the wall next to the curtains.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLSsXd3OJT1mCMdw7Q8lr8_gO9fzk0lKbVL8ptMAzrDUpiIFz3GwJZQggSH26NDfPGNDd2Cx-FAdLgcoHPc2gfthjRIZsE91T0L-fzizB7GExjIb89HEO3lKFDOKigzjAUOA93fHagwTT/s1600/IMG_6465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLSsXd3OJT1mCMdw7Q8lr8_gO9fzk0lKbVL8ptMAzrDUpiIFz3GwJZQggSH26NDfPGNDd2Cx-FAdLgcoHPc2gfthjRIZsE91T0L-fzizB7GExjIb89HEO3lKFDOKigzjAUOA93fHagwTT/s1600/IMG_6465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLSsXd3OJT1mCMdw7Q8lr8_gO9fzk0lKbVL8ptMAzrDUpiIFz3GwJZQggSH26NDfPGNDd2Cx-FAdLgcoHPc2gfthjRIZsE91T0L-fzizB7GExjIb89HEO3lKFDOKigzjAUOA93fHagwTT/s320/IMG_6465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644081971539925042" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Av_XEQHB7qG6LXjx6VZGbQCud5GOEbb637GGmwQ0i61x5DvxAKU4sCXMYZJTcHqS_8y6AQayYQtGbWuFyke4qE6KITCBWF83uqBxPhyphenhyphen-L5ekNXEbhompWlKahdlhXjFApPm8iGF9LYqb/s1600/IMG_6459.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Av_XEQHB7qG6LXjx6VZGbQCud5GOEbb637GGmwQ0i61x5DvxAKU4sCXMYZJTcHqS_8y6AQayYQtGbWuFyke4qE6KITCBWF83uqBxPhyphenhyphen-L5ekNXEbhompWlKahdlhXjFApPm8iGF9LYqb/s320/IMG_6459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644081966356013154" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgVbRtS4F0uttxf7KrFKMx-t1YjwOs7m-AnYhl2cX_OmeshIhMtRHBbstUVQS0B-PvNEIVbzfG7PU2RDNyIFr9xq8l_Y4OhMtoDtKP9UKQIcqw_wJuShiYsv2CwvHdYEqz9rlIG1L72xD/s1600/IMG_6463.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgVbRtS4F0uttxf7KrFKMx-t1YjwOs7m-AnYhl2cX_OmeshIhMtRHBbstUVQS0B-PvNEIVbzfG7PU2RDNyIFr9xq8l_Y4OhMtoDtKP9UKQIcqw_wJuShiYsv2CwvHdYEqz9rlIG1L72xD/s320/IMG_6463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644081963070677666" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div>
<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>But, I need your opinion. I am trying to find fabric that I like...here's what I'm thinking...</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div> </div><div>#1</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.fabric.com/Webdata/Product/efaf2586-800f-4fce-bf6f-4aeabaa9d2c7/Images/Medium_BJ-534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div>#2
<br /><div>
<br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.fabric.com/Webdata/Product/6426b58e-004a-4537-a824-d487bbea81a5/Images/Medium_UR-163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>#3</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.fabric.com/Webdata/Product/83ab6eec-476c-41c3-90c5-0310c76e8276/Images/Medium_UR-197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>#4</div><div>
<br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.fabric.com/Webdata/Product/68ba1867-eeac-4afa-aa9d-0a60ed91cf3c/Images/Medium_UG-897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>
<br /></div><div>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is there already too much color on the wall that I should do a black and white one? Or should I go with color??? Help!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a reminder: <a href="http://theliddells.blogspot.com/2011/01/weve-decided-on-cribbedding.html">This is what the bedding looks like in her room.</a></div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-53184884383882821142011-08-22T14:57:00.001-07:002011-08-22T15:09:41.004-07:00Harper's PhotoshootWe have a friend who knew about a photo shoot for a kid company called Warm Fuzzies. They make all of their products by crocheting or knitting. Anyway, if you showed up to model their stuff, you got to choose 5 of the photos to have for free. Here's the ones we picked.<div>
<br /></div><div>#1
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEG8x5dp1Z-cUR9-6rYngSCsk4OSeiyrl_Np7CeMJgC0riCjI4umViNPg7GuoS1fJioHeDYSDCL7qAF8WGlvtVXkFhI9Xo408bi59drlFtYOPzH_pU_qPIjbBcETUgv2O7hPOGIydbB-K/s1600/Harper1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEG8x5dp1Z-cUR9-6rYngSCsk4OSeiyrl_Np7CeMJgC0riCjI4umViNPg7GuoS1fJioHeDYSDCL7qAF8WGlvtVXkFhI9Xo408bi59drlFtYOPzH_pU_qPIjbBcETUgv2O7hPOGIydbB-K/s320/Harper1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643804734773951922" /></a>#2
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4bYgeA9hR5_mPyBWZMCCsyB34_qHDITSqKV_WBvan52-gWJ3RhZhiTotuRD-3OuqIOTJ5Wn1HFiUjdt7YnX5GdgHFGDS0xIdEeR8ifZzkvp4gBLqcRMTnmXNPbRnI1tZF86n4_EisSWG/s1600/Harper2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4bYgeA9hR5_mPyBWZMCCsyB34_qHDITSqKV_WBvan52-gWJ3RhZhiTotuRD-3OuqIOTJ5Wn1HFiUjdt7YnX5GdgHFGDS0xIdEeR8ifZzkvp4gBLqcRMTnmXNPbRnI1tZF86n4_EisSWG/s320/Harper2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643804732368030626" /></a>#3
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh3dIXla1nc7p-IhyphenhyphenXc0ocx8mzjA71gN2fK9WDgf69oWUkKhyiqpE8wBpLBYxUDGb43ziSOrpNI7AxvcxpuRAyHxIDLUh_4dQ1nwZkZoGlulkah8Pm3q8eSq7sLTGuJZtw400WKzxM7YL/s1600/Harper3.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: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh3dIXla1nc7p-IhyphenhyphenXc0ocx8mzjA71gN2fK9WDgf69oWUkKhyiqpE8wBpLBYxUDGb43ziSOrpNI7AxvcxpuRAyHxIDLUh_4dQ1nwZkZoGlulkah8Pm3q8eSq7sLTGuJZtw400WKzxM7YL/s320/Harper3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643804728427506754" /></a>#4
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_xbQ4ABpIEFlTbZj6V1qMXzxZ2kZ02mdMpM-5tC_2BXOuC7ebqlWgcK7wiUYxa2pQUIU-zyCZn3EcTlXsUd3hEsOtV_1N7MizQ6ZPFM6Iz7V7866gVtQdwFTl39LDDhe6rfZeKVwkgTl/s1600/Harper4.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: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_xbQ4ABpIEFlTbZj6V1qMXzxZ2kZ02mdMpM-5tC_2BXOuC7ebqlWgcK7wiUYxa2pQUIU-zyCZn3EcTlXsUd3hEsOtV_1N7MizQ6ZPFM6Iz7V7866gVtQdwFTl39LDDhe6rfZeKVwkgTl/s320/Harper4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643804727285418066" /></a>#5
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrPZZib73ZVLSahoOpLXh1tbeLS1vtVaznE6bdE-6t1Fgr5zjP1BsWSBOOEiK1K2MoPtysr8sm7qewqw6uVsU5nXhT3werLigdlqa6lptotE35FNodtKUf8suzaBhLwbYvsl2HT1SYBAi/s1600/Harper5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrPZZib73ZVLSahoOpLXh1tbeLS1vtVaznE6bdE-6t1Fgr5zjP1BsWSBOOEiK1K2MoPtysr8sm7qewqw6uVsU5nXhT3werLigdlqa6lptotE35FNodtKUf8suzaBhLwbYvsl2HT1SYBAi/s320/Harper5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643804722219021570" /></a>Which is your favorite?</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-8717720377168955692011-08-04T15:30:00.001-07:002011-08-04T15:53:19.644-07:003 Months!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIKsJcsnLLFaeb9RAtpX8OLDFe28FrTTntU3vMycLS4lX5BYzUA_DQ0UsoWZEeM2FMaLSPlGT29eNHclISvZMKArLZSCOQ5m-QflG3ItFAM5yqDuRubJgUsof9iKzOuzd8w4WznkrQG7W/s1600/IMG_6441.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIKsJcsnLLFaeb9RAtpX8OLDFe28FrTTntU3vMycLS4lX5BYzUA_DQ0UsoWZEeM2FMaLSPlGT29eNHclISvZMKArLZSCOQ5m-QflG3ItFAM5yqDuRubJgUsof9iKzOuzd8w4WznkrQG7W/s320/IMG_6441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637134911671392338" /></a><br />Dear Harper,<div><br /></div><div>I can't believe you're already three months. Time is flying by! You get cuter and cuter everyday, which I don't know how that's possible. In the past month, you've gotten so alert. You smile anytime someone talks to you. You love it when I whistle to you, make the kissing sound and you love it when me or dad sings to you. You laugh, too, all the time, which is the cutest thing!</div><div><br /></div><div>You have a new toy that has piano keys on the bottom for you to step in and a TON of different toys for you to play with, including a mirror. OH MY HECK! You are so cute when you look at yourself in the mirror. You just get this huge grin and start laughing. You love looking at yourself. I take you in front of a mirror at least three times a day. I can't stand it. You are so cute!</div><div><br /></div><div>You pretty much don't take a pacifier anymore, which is really fine with me, because then I don't have to worry about having to take it away from you later on. You hate getting in the car seat, but once you're in, as long as you're moving in it, you're fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are wanting to stand all the time! You don't like to sit on my lap very much anymore, but I think that's just because you're wanting to stand all the time. It's super cute.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, you are now crying, so I guess I'll go check on you. We love you, little girl! You have been such a blessing in our lives!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom (and Dad)</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-76757831686925786752011-07-09T09:05:00.000-07:002011-07-09T09:37:52.211-07:002 months (a little late)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoraY6JisZCZdMDFo9QdfLgp7awT9s9-Zqy3p5bA89i_Nqqy0pTPvgHsYmSLwyqDBF8kolap5nexOtFCxj7tBExx6Y4cPZwHzy8eIjPAKeazRlbTWBz2I4T9aad3BY1tfDx0sDiExTaUve/s1600/IMG_6270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoraY6JisZCZdMDFo9QdfLgp7awT9s9-Zqy3p5bA89i_Nqqy0pTPvgHsYmSLwyqDBF8kolap5nexOtFCxj7tBExx6Y4cPZwHzy8eIjPAKeazRlbTWBz2I4T9aad3BY1tfDx0sDiExTaUve/s320/IMG_6270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627389244274585106" /></a>Dear Harper,<div><br /></div><div>I'm a little late writing this to you, but that's because we have had a busy week with family in town for your blessing. This month has been the month of firsts...and it has been so fun! You slept your first 5 hours in a row! I couldn't believe it. And the funny thing is that I felt so incredibly rested afterward. You usually sleep quite a bit in the morning and then are up for the day around 12:00. That's because I take you walking in our jogging stroller every morning with a friend, and you sleep the entire time. I'm not quite sure how you find it easy to sleep when you're bouncing around like crazy, but you must find it quite relaxing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, you are loving your playmat these days! I can just set you on it and you squeal and go crazy. You love hitting the toys that hang down from it, and each time you do, you get all excited! In fact, I'm writing this write now while you're playing on it and you are having the time of your life! This playmat has allowed me to get quite a few things done around the house, like doing the dishes, folding laundry, etc. But, I must say that when I hear you from downstairs squealing upstairs, I end up coming up and just watching you because you are so dang cute! So, I am getting more things done around the house, but I also just sit and watch you have so much fun on it!</div><div><br /></div><div>You smiled at me, on purpose :), for the first time this month. And each day you smile more and more. I love to just sit there and make you smile. Daddy loves it, too. He always tells you how cute you are. He does this thing called the rocket, and we think you love it, but maybe you just think we are really weird. Daddy picks you up and holds you like you're laying on your stomach and then shoots you from one side to the other really quickly. </div><div><br /></div><div>This month, you also graced us with your first of three blowout diapers. And they all happened in one week. That was quite an experience. But I must say you were in quite a good mood after each of these. </div><div><br /></div><div>You get cuter and cuter everyday! I love being able to stay home with you and watch you grow! You have quite the personality. </div><div><br /></div><div>You love visiting Grandma and Grandpa Taylor's house. They have a playmat for you, too, but it's different, so you get really excited when you're on it.</div><div><br /></div><div>You also LOVE the outdoors. If you're ever in a bad mood (which really doesn't happen that often) we can walk outside with you and you will instantly stop crying and just look around. You love taking in all that's going on outside. </div><div><br /></div><div>We love you so much and are excited to see all that you're going to do/learn this next month.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-80083140865073035062011-07-06T16:46:00.000-07:002011-07-06T17:06:20.157-07:00Swim anyone?<div>Took Harper swimming for the first time while Josh's family was here. She really liked it. Took her a minute to get used to the water because it was a little bit colder than her normal bath water, but after that, she loved it! Love her swimsuit!!!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlko2j6Ws8TEfUsTMqgJZ2PrVstUfNEdIkxOnYAxJWHI4cxdnaF_-I6J3JCSYFgXCbU7w16BO0_vs4mVBDm_wkWQ9eIjKv5kb9FrT4ZeJ_gkME2Ou1U2gG3MRdfHjmqlHwmRKwjC3Ghts7/s1600/DSCN0062.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlko2j6Ws8TEfUsTMqgJZ2PrVstUfNEdIkxOnYAxJWHI4cxdnaF_-I6J3JCSYFgXCbU7w16BO0_vs4mVBDm_wkWQ9eIjKv5kb9FrT4ZeJ_gkME2Ou1U2gG3MRdfHjmqlHwmRKwjC3Ghts7/s320/DSCN0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626392817053548834" /></a>Putting her feet in.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRfaKqdExcIhogusMymM71pwujc-MK1G7-PsjRFsjfJ8d7PdaPG4pbEBoayAQzIuDc5-w8KqrTlbHk8-psCRlDvwyIImMYkumc0vr5VM-HPXyqwoQw7LMmdQFhao7p_U3ynbq3ELldool/s1600/DSCN0068.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRfaKqdExcIhogusMymM71pwujc-MK1G7-PsjRFsjfJ8d7PdaPG4pbEBoayAQzIuDc5-w8KqrTlbHk8-psCRlDvwyIImMYkumc0vr5VM-HPXyqwoQw7LMmdQFhao7p_U3ynbq3ELldool/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626392810725481554" /></a>My husband is quite embarrassing when we go swimming. Has to have his goggles and flippers. haha.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wixpt7JVeC6IGPJrcSKDmJe6GIIpTzRBYiCVJG1oNcX36lDoZbePbKVZTUV6S66f7KZO3xtDLkZZibPvEYiNlf6DXDA_4NFzh5iHUwgfJcxQ9wXKjtLGy9sICJ3VBESQs5TyX5ZHzv3J/s1600/DSCN0074.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wixpt7JVeC6IGPJrcSKDmJe6GIIpTzRBYiCVJG1oNcX36lDoZbePbKVZTUV6S66f7KZO3xtDLkZZibPvEYiNlf6DXDA_4NFzh5iHUwgfJcxQ9wXKjtLGy9sICJ3VBESQs5TyX5ZHzv3J/s320/DSCN0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626392799868993154" /></a>Me and Harper. I was so excited to get her in the water that I forgot to take my shirt off...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0szw7y-eFiQibB6HpMfbMq06vhET4q1b94KiFJEkCnwpli70XrFVMfMJUZAoutk-3_9JHQcPFS-woo8CTJmLRIwvICCzLwfyZyWXNdXFNFqwPER43eN1TQDhIgBH3Gabx9wHlTYpDXidE/s1600/DSCN0078.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0szw7y-eFiQibB6HpMfbMq06vhET4q1b94KiFJEkCnwpli70XrFVMfMJUZAoutk-3_9JHQcPFS-woo8CTJmLRIwvICCzLwfyZyWXNdXFNFqwPER43eN1TQDhIgBH3Gabx9wHlTYpDXidE/s320/DSCN0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626392795756649986" /></a>Here's the part of the family that actually got in the water. Of course we all had to take turns holding Harper in the water and taking pictures with her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQZiM-_zlxeb_LIF80inw8bxktn7WrTS2PeNZxkLmCBWwl05WBZd6gSeucFDmUT9aF1P5NPikqCSzCFOlT69dGwYjrlcpmFI68eTHHzGkeO6vTlC9sZ9b5kj0HUxuyP1fZ-VqvaFZwIWw/s1600/DSCN0083.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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQZiM-_zlxeb_LIF80inw8bxktn7WrTS2PeNZxkLmCBWwl05WBZd6gSeucFDmUT9aF1P5NPikqCSzCFOlT69dGwYjrlcpmFI68eTHHzGkeO6vTlC9sZ9b5kj0HUxuyP1fZ-VqvaFZwIWw/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626392790531697778" /></a>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-84805678552594602722011-06-02T19:28:00.000-07:002011-06-02T19:45:21.222-07:00One Month<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislsSi442DJNCwGe8H7OOMZSvSnvCQwsaWoS5aDrn9uRrzdAg4zMgah2OAXB2cjB_sdnWmxO1RQoMgc9XeaIR32mdHFdqrkcHBChvz0YzdxSbtnx4T8eEN6ex-nUPvtSWn9tQN78Q5QXhw/s1600/IMG_5712.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislsSi442DJNCwGe8H7OOMZSvSnvCQwsaWoS5aDrn9uRrzdAg4zMgah2OAXB2cjB_sdnWmxO1RQoMgc9XeaIR32mdHFdqrkcHBChvz0YzdxSbtnx4T8eEN6ex-nUPvtSWn9tQN78Q5QXhw/s320/IMG_5712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613819055350705090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07ZIXB4xkOGUqLWenypVfo5v4Ssz8SI5pJHJKwhShjkjWlLGauhBMF-cnJ_RQscvQO_46pqwu4gERgTXKQiMFKRVqwI8avBLKuSda36p9h77gMlFl_jP-MJXdejLYwYoZkJNhAzyIljVx/s1600/IMG_5777.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07ZIXB4xkOGUqLWenypVfo5v4Ssz8SI5pJHJKwhShjkjWlLGauhBMF-cnJ_RQscvQO_46pqwu4gERgTXKQiMFKRVqwI8avBLKuSda36p9h77gMlFl_jP-MJXdejLYwYoZkJNhAzyIljVx/s320/IMG_5777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613819050062456018" /></a><br />Dear Harper,<div><br /></div><div>I can't believe you are one month already!!! Me and your dad were just talking about how you look so much bigger/older to us. I'm not going to lie, the first month has been hard, but only because I REALLY like my sleep, and you are REALLY good at getting up every two hours on the dot. You sure do like to eat. You already have a nickname from your dad. The first night in the hospital you made noise the whole time you were sleeping, so your dad nicknamed you Squeaker. I imagine he'll be calling you that the rest of your life. At your two week appointment, you weighed 6 lbs. 10 oz. I thought you were big then, but now I think you weigh about 7 lbs. 5 oz. or so. It's been so fun watching you grow and learn. I love it when I can just pick you up when you are crying and you are instantly happy! It melts my heart. Your dad says I hold you too much, but I can't help it. You are just so cute. And you are certainly one of the best dressed little girls in town!I love getting you dressed each day. No doubt you already have hundreds of pictures of yourself loaded onto the computer. Over the last week, you have really started taking in everything around you. You just look around and stare at everything. I wish I knew what you were thinking, but I love it when you just stare into my eyes. You have only been here a month, but I can't express to you how much I love you and how much your dad loves you. You are such a blessing to us and I can't wait to watch you grow in the next month. I love you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Mom</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-15168685617299625522011-05-19T18:04:00.000-07:002011-05-19T18:12:21.978-07:00Introducing Harper Rae<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Well, here she is. Born May 1, 2011 at 7:34 a.m. Weighing 6 lbs. 5 oz. and 19.75 inches long. We absolutely love her. I will get the birth story written soon.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvV0sLSBvxQJy-IwLeJUBqJ5s6uVLvmx1x3p894sTWVyO2N6VwZT5dfNRAygKa6AOdlOvQEtw7BGPxUQ9gMztWqLVoLMrOQRolwNZTONtN2EdmkSQps8qaYwHYYjjxbLpyMSBqUeVtuBYM/s320/b%2526w1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608599368966675906" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFigxgC_YB7SYUcPnZsUjYBDsaXqLut3kxejD-FY0VrsORJ1rWdu0maQ0LycB6hEwhmM_jokwivlZEH7DnehUFWk4bKDQS8-limbwSOX7rJMTnHPMYI0i7xTSwKhhXUz3hxa6NBLBRDSK/s320/IMG_7574_2151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608599367551223250" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWy3UnOdfAUKsTlZgCkBH774VsBjI7V9aV7_dpsvLbPyr2guhXp3f-_a7LTYBmw0YapaPdXkw50CO38dNrRfGX0PyU7UOGkRSDaRgHAAIVZbmPgfN1oAik_4OKqrCo1dzeUQEhH7bIZFM/s320/IMG_7656_2233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608599362312758722" />The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-18383520979831185202011-04-08T07:20:00.000-07:002011-04-08T08:48:21.465-07:00Lately<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3CsRZkiTwNqVJ2f_OwU2SSiWyrqKXL4J-p2iSBD9_gMg6CbEamXb22YkP-D4uTfPaSgrEefzT-H8aE7pto5Cynm4E5gBHozEmx9ppCc4SA95rfEw5REKpPePLqbet2KImXqJQANr8IWF/s1600/bedding.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593240105961539138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3CsRZkiTwNqVJ2f_OwU2SSiWyrqKXL4J-p2iSBD9_gMg6CbEamXb22YkP-D4uTfPaSgrEefzT-H8aE7pto5Cynm4E5gBHozEmx9ppCc4SA95rfEw5REKpPePLqbet2KImXqJQANr8IWF/s320/bedding.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">***I tried three times to separate this into paragraphs, but it keeps squishing it all together into one REALLY HUGE paragraph, or novel:) so you're just going to have to deal. I'm sorry.***</span> Here's some things that have been going on lately. It's not super exciting stuff, but I want to update my blog, so this is what you get. I've been working a lot! Which is good. At first, things were slow, so it's nice that things are picking up. The unfortunate thing about that is that it looks like things are going to continue to pick up, and I will not be working around that time, because I will be staying home with Ms. Harper Rae!!! (I'm so excited) Today actually might be my last day of working. I haven't quite decided, but if I do take something, it will be small. I don't want to go into labor and still have a transcript that I have to produce...that would really stink! We are still SLOWLY working on the room. This painting is killing us. We both hate painting (and I really stink, which basically means Josh is doing it) so it's very tedious work. Once the painting is done...it will almost be done. We will have to put the floors in, but it's a very small room and I don't think it will take too long. (Josh has never put in wood floor, though, so who knows) We got the bedding in yesterday and it's super cute! I can't wait to see it against everything we've picked out for the room (walls, furniture, etc.) The baby shower is tomorrow! I am so excited. I love going to baby showers, so I can't imagine what it will be like when that baby shower is for me (or, really, for Harper). I can't wait. And I have a secret. I know a lot of people don't like the baby shower games, but I LOVE them. I absolutely love them. But I pretty much love games of all sorts, so it's no surprise. Tomorrow can't come fast enough! Plus I'm excited because we have been waiting to buy stuff until the baby shower. I mean, we bought everything for the room, but that is really the extent of it. We haven't bought anything else, so I am going to have fun seeing what we still need and what we don't need and buying what we do need. We also have some family coming in town for it. Josh's aunt and her daughter (his cousin) live in the Dallas area, so they are making the trip down tomorrow morning and then staying Saturday night, so it should be a fun weekend! I am excited for next week to start. I think the nesting has kicked in. All of this working this week has made me realize how much I would like to not work, and just clean. It was frustrating that I couldn't clean because I had too much work to do. Next week I plan to clean to my heart's desire. So excited! Also on the list of things to do would be to start the frozen dinners. I know that people from the ward will be super helpful in that area, but I still want to get some frozen just in case. But I don't like to cook all that much (well, sometimes I do. It comes in spurts) so this one is going to be hard for me to do. But I'm making myself :) I guess I can tell you a little about how the pregnancy is going, since I haven't really done that at all, or at least it's been a while. I am 35 weeks and 2 days. Holy cow! 33 days to go. I can't believe it. It is going by both fast and slow. I don't know how to explain it. I really just want to meet her already, but I'm not ready, and either is she :) I don't really know what to say about it, though, because it's been a really easy pregnancy. I've heard what other people have gone through and I can't even imagine. I really have enjoyed being pregnant. I have had absolutely no sickness. I have never been nauseated, or anything. That has been great! I started feeling Harper kick at 18 weeks and she kicks non-stop. Luckily for me, I have not been kicked in the ribs...yet! We will see if it happens. There has been a time or two where I think her butt is sitting right against my ribs, but it hasn't been too bad. I have gained 26 lbs., so I'm right on track. I imagine by the time I have her, I will have gained 31-35 lbs. I am really curious, though, as to how much I will lost just from having her. I can still wear all my clothes (well, you know what I mean. I can still pull up my jeans, obviously can't button them up), so I'm wondering if I'll be able to button up my jeans after I have her. I probably won't be able to, but that would be nice. I have only bought two pairs of maternity jeans (and my mom also bought me a pair) and then I haven't bought any maternity tops (my mom bought me four, I think, though) so it's been nice to not have to worry about spending money on that. I have no desire to spend money on maternity clothes. I can't figure out where I've gained the rest of the weight, though. I know I'm not going to close all 35 lbs. right away (although that would be great) so we will see. I'm sure my face has gotten a little chubbier, but not enough to where I can really tell. Anyway, enough about that. My feet started to swell the other day. It was crazy! It's only happened that one time, but I'm telling you, I already have big toes (my family has always teased me about it) and it was definitely not a good sight to see. I hope it doesn't happen again. (Who am I kidding?) I guess that's about it. I start my weekly OB appointments this next week, which I feel like will make it go by even faster. That's exciting! Oh, we took a Baby Basics class (did I blog about that already? I don't remember. I learned a few new things, but really, we already knew everything. We made it fun, though. Well, Josh did. He's such a nerd. He kept turning the baby's face all the way around (because it was a seriously ugly baby) and putting the beanie over it, so it looked like we had a faceless baby. We were pretty much laughing the whole time (I don't think the other people like us, though. They were all very serious about the whole thing.) Anyway, we are taking a breastfeeding class on the 25th. Josh is not thrilled. For some reason, I am quite nervous about breastfeeding. Mostly because I don't like pain, so I hope it's not as painful as I've heard it is. But I am determined to breastfeed, so I will just have to deal. I debated and debated about taking the class. But after talking to a few good friends, and them telling me that it's worth it, I decided to sign up for the class...so that's what I did. I signed us up and then told Josh afterwards :) Surprisingly he did not complain, although I know he's not thrilled. Someone told him (as a joke) that they would have a live demonstration, so he's really not excited about that. But it specifically says on the website that they don't do live demonstrations (which is good!) so he has nothing to worry about. Anyway, that's really all I can say about the pregnancy. I've been very lucky for it to be so easy. I'm thinking I'm going to have a really hard labor, though, just to even it out. Sorry this was an extremely boring post (you probably didn't even make it this far to reading) but I feel better about myself for actually updating the blog. Now I have to figure something else to do while I sit here in court...</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-5717372001310017492011-03-22T10:43:00.001-07:002011-03-22T11:05:55.023-07:00Slowly making progressSo, we are SLOWLY working on Harper's room. It's quite depressing that it's taking so long, but it's hard when I can't really do any of it and Josh works as often as he does. Who wants to work all day and then come home to work more? I know I wouldn't. So, the last few days, we've been doing a little bit, but not much. Here are some pictures of what's been done.<div><br /></div><div>Here's what it looked like after Josh tore out all of the baseboards and the carpet. A big mess!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinIb8HMKvB4hkdnYvqEj19zLVb2EUwXFv1cZBhUOmed-fI1OMB4-DQG86q3yS_j5LUyzg-y4S0bbmttFm_zmbMpVfBwUDOi_lWhFzomh3htc_NGrwzPMRTgV1JCLd4RBOoKF_O0bUsPQut/s1600/harper7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinIb8HMKvB4hkdnYvqEj19zLVb2EUwXFv1cZBhUOmed-fI1OMB4-DQG86q3yS_j5LUyzg-y4S0bbmttFm_zmbMpVfBwUDOi_lWhFzomh3htc_NGrwzPMRTgV1JCLd4RBOoKF_O0bUsPQut/s320/harper7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586964058306731490" /></a>Here's Josh building the shelves in the closet. I love that he's so handy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V8_tN-nb_fUChuGCfN3r6v6OLesuP1ZWoTThjYPAQXcbKmqzjSYw5NIRpiWg5GOPKsF8Kz8wIuoFR9k8ttSkgayxL45SjZsO-fr5ozlQMZEMJeHR6b__gGK-lKDGcYRZirBLLHwar24M/s1600/harper6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V8_tN-nb_fUChuGCfN3r6v6OLesuP1ZWoTThjYPAQXcbKmqzjSYw5NIRpiWg5GOPKsF8Kz8wIuoFR9k8ttSkgayxL45SjZsO-fr5ozlQMZEMJeHR6b__gGK-lKDGcYRZirBLLHwar24M/s320/harper6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586962470796537858" /></a>More pictures of Josh working on the shelving.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fM4LKghO75LmfVnQahqWtWfv6IdI4oLLwXc0uiYQ2Ld2xecQ8TNbCw9OLtvL22BMAfoyQLTy8ga5_mQvehgNbLwowVDSVZ8weIq4-UZsQmKpuqM4zfzYYkM3wEow-4ecW3OmFolEJEET/s1600/harper5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fM4LKghO75LmfVnQahqWtWfv6IdI4oLLwXc0uiYQ2Ld2xecQ8TNbCw9OLtvL22BMAfoyQLTy8ga5_mQvehgNbLwowVDSVZ8weIq4-UZsQmKpuqM4zfzYYkM3wEow-4ecW3OmFolEJEET/s320/harper5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586962051147218802" /></a>The finished product...before it's been caulked and painted (I hate caulking and Josh gave me that job...it's slowly coming along, too.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBl50QoGrCGAx06y_bpXu8ZnLEAvoFynPxteAUItf_DDuykl8ubdrhl6CcJAr0uaEO0nTcqFYtVtqPtxULGRkBd3n6jChcz8bkSU7RHvrmK9XBPnM95oVrj8CHkm9FynZBTqAav-qZNU3/s1600/harper4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBl50QoGrCGAx06y_bpXu8ZnLEAvoFynPxteAUItf_DDuykl8ubdrhl6CcJAr0uaEO0nTcqFYtVtqPtxULGRkBd3n6jChcz8bkSU7RHvrmK9XBPnM95oVrj8CHkm9FynZBTqAav-qZNU3/s320/harper4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586962043565159554" /></a>Here are the colors we chose for the walls. Josh still has to finish a lot of the edges of the walls, but this will give you an idea. The material I am holding (if you can even see it with my big hand in the way) is the swatches from the bedding we chose. What do you think? Does it go? I hope so, 'cause that's the way it's staying :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2AsvxttNuLJ5Jbgs2dgeV3dyIqI5TSVNAfIeFQ66fgjcKbbnqhIch2o2Y5VT2FHFis7JhGSs9TiMlWeR3H76WiDjFcKbm_cHaRyWYe09NI86anhXQGAoZR0C89BXLmi8JQj1FxnivPU-/s1600/harper3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2AsvxttNuLJ5Jbgs2dgeV3dyIqI5TSVNAfIeFQ66fgjcKbbnqhIch2o2Y5VT2FHFis7JhGSs9TiMlWeR3H76WiDjFcKbm_cHaRyWYe09NI86anhXQGAoZR0C89BXLmi8JQj1FxnivPU-/s320/harper3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586962033921483778" /></a>Three of the walls are the light grey color and then the one wall is the pink. The crib is going to go against the pink wall. We are also in the process of painting the baseboards the darker grey color.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2Z7_6MDlczjJHH1kjEEzwX6IpPwlYoMICvOilWxD3gZSTR0ALLmcfr0ujZ1ECtBhZeh1R4K5w-ecPeXRY9IGXLd1B2SOlDG3H_zn0JvLCfC_yqvtU081uEYb1eI0GE2ONs6yP1w2aY9m/s1600/harper2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2Z7_6MDlczjJHH1kjEEzwX6IpPwlYoMICvOilWxD3gZSTR0ALLmcfr0ujZ1ECtBhZeh1R4K5w-ecPeXRY9IGXLd1B2SOlDG3H_zn0JvLCfC_yqvtU081uEYb1eI0GE2ONs6yP1w2aY9m/s320/harper2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586962031343010146" /></a>Another picture of the grey and pink. Does the grey look too blue for you? Josh thinks the room looks really blue and is worried about it. I think it looks good. And I told him once the black furniture and the bedding and valance are in there, it won't look blue. What do you think?<br /><a href="javascript:void(0)">Save Now</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqmnTRTVDiP2UpVv9Sje8gSovNE9Ala9uilmLIOawQAlWTTRjCb6zTa9hJC1Iy8-6Q9JvxdrRLpU9fhVgyf2OTxsQ9GHwX2zAGFif7ZRwLXMFRfWlMFO6Wtpco_-m30pU47zyIWsFLXqr/s1600/harper1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqmnTRTVDiP2UpVv9Sje8gSovNE9Ala9uilmLIOawQAlWTTRjCb6zTa9hJC1Iy8-6Q9JvxdrRLpU9fhVgyf2OTxsQ9GHwX2zAGFif7ZRwLXMFRfWlMFO6Wtpco_-m30pU47zyIWsFLXqr/s320/harper1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586962025755310466" /></a><br /></div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-83766773619457639852011-01-31T06:09:00.001-08:002011-01-31T07:38:19.378-08:005 years and South Padre<div>So, the 27th of January was our 5-year anniversary. Happy Anniversary to us! We pretty much worked all day that day. Once I got home, I made a fabulous dinner (which wasn't finished cooking until about 8:30) and by the time we ate, it was pretty much bed time. So, we decided we would take a 1 day/1 night trip to the beach. We were told South Padre would be good, so that's what I did. I made a reservation to South Padre.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made this reservation Friday night. After that, I looked up MapQuest to see about how long it would take us to get there. 5 HOURS!!!!! I swear someone told me it was only 3 hours away. And it didn't seem worth it to drive 5 hours Saturday night (Josh was working, so we wouldn't leave until he got home, which was about 5) and then turn around Sunday night and drive back (once again, we both were working on Monday) so I tried to cancel...but since I made the reservation within 24 hours, I couldn't cancel...so we made the trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>The drive was annoying, but we had a lot of fun! We got to the hotel at about 11:00 and then started watching the movie Salt by about midnight. I fell asleep (because I'm an old lady and have a really hard time staying up late). Then we woke up around 9:00, ordered room service (the food was terrible) and then were checked out by 11:00. </div><div><br /></div><div>We didn't really have a lot of plans, so we stopped at the visitor's center and looked around at what South Padre Island had to offer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's what we did.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's our gross breakfast...they forgot to bring Josh his side of hash browns, so I called down and they promptly brought us a plate of them.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLR7zBevmwEQhuwaXThHcnXy00EaAoiLGTGO_37XB5jpiqc78yF3B3PnGpsfd3xIz-4AJu2wVTy6K0piYb2z63EWLx5AbWcvFtwASptiEhI0oamcrZlKZAkJvPpZg_zHMLk-w3szEZdCzP/s1600/IMG_5484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLR7zBevmwEQhuwaXThHcnXy00EaAoiLGTGO_37XB5jpiqc78yF3B3PnGpsfd3xIz-4AJu2wVTy6K0piYb2z63EWLx5AbWcvFtwASptiEhI0oamcrZlKZAkJvPpZg_zHMLk-w3szEZdCzP/s320/IMG_5484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568362298424459730" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWom1jd0mTapjPtfjyJ15QOcCjuGH38xI5SQ1Rq1yyf0poapypTWCXjsrpe5KuSNjuI6w2YdNWl0TYnjaXCAIzB1ijCK97YhR957I9u8xUvwiTZ0kRXwrVhZ8HG9cSA-G_RKmQar-3fxsr/s1600/IMG_5486.JPG"></a><div>Josh started laughing once he took a bite, and then he said, "What do these look like?" I looked closer and realized that they are french fries cut up. Haha.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWom1jd0mTapjPtfjyJ15QOcCjuGH38xI5SQ1Rq1yyf0poapypTWCXjsrpe5KuSNjuI6w2YdNWl0TYnjaXCAIzB1ijCK97YhR957I9u8xUvwiTZ0kRXwrVhZ8HG9cSA-G_RKmQar-3fxsr/s1600/IMG_5486.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWom1jd0mTapjPtfjyJ15QOcCjuGH38xI5SQ1Rq1yyf0poapypTWCXjsrpe5KuSNjuI6w2YdNWl0TYnjaXCAIzB1ijCK97YhR957I9u8xUvwiTZ0kRXwrVhZ8HG9cSA-G_RKmQar-3fxsr/s320/IMG_5486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568362295954347378" /></a><br />Here was a sand castle inside the Visitors' Center<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW93q46Q-M4SDSVyV2LkT4tOMeJqhFZTEyN1MzwoUCHW95nqFGNa6k9cRpMBEgK7wqVnasUAdRFGhJqHPVaITTfUUAl15bF61Hj72imvlOGzyM1VQzyAaRfR8-42eXVGbRqPRIAImOX-6I/s1600/IMG_5489.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW93q46Q-M4SDSVyV2LkT4tOMeJqhFZTEyN1MzwoUCHW95nqFGNa6k9cRpMBEgK7wqVnasUAdRFGhJqHPVaITTfUUAl15bF61Hj72imvlOGzyM1VQzyAaRfR8-42eXVGbRqPRIAImOX-6I/s1600/IMG_5489.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW93q46Q-M4SDSVyV2LkT4tOMeJqhFZTEyN1MzwoUCHW95nqFGNa6k9cRpMBEgK7wqVnasUAdRFGhJqHPVaITTfUUAl15bF61Hj72imvlOGzyM1VQzyAaRfR8-42eXVGbRqPRIAImOX-6I/s320/IMG_5489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568362292429900674" /></a><br />And the back side...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBHsi8_fsT8Sm92LJ8W3djGSCTUUDUUHOGpPpPHbi-cf8c0wbCg2ngMJiV0AS7E5lWXUMWsDIje66R-gQj-nmSWHlYoQmCJMujI52y92ALGC_jwrktfh5CZ7uxs-XyiVL74jIoPKj3PSR/s1600/IMG_5490.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBHsi8_fsT8Sm92LJ8W3djGSCTUUDUUHOGpPpPHbi-cf8c0wbCg2ngMJiV0AS7E5lWXUMWsDIje66R-gQj-nmSWHlYoQmCJMujI52y92ALGC_jwrktfh5CZ7uxs-XyiVL74jIoPKj3PSR/s1600/IMG_5490.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBHsi8_fsT8Sm92LJ8W3djGSCTUUDUUHOGpPpPHbi-cf8c0wbCg2ngMJiV0AS7E5lWXUMWsDIje66R-gQj-nmSWHlYoQmCJMujI52y92ALGC_jwrktfh5CZ7uxs-XyiVL74jIoPKj3PSR/s320/IMG_5490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568362288793472850" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvEal1zmL0AwmVhazk9m5zXCAGefQKJBdfpjDbyWYu_AVU3aSIeL_lf8aN2YlURseU-E9Kje2VEV7iqQWtwu9Rz1wVt-zgBnLlnXgBq-QwacadWakguUmqwplJmdZdMbzmGX-ovmdtzFs/s1600/IMG_5495.JPG"></a><div>A sea turtle.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvEal1zmL0AwmVhazk9m5zXCAGefQKJBdfpjDbyWYu_AVU3aSIeL_lf8aN2YlURseU-E9Kje2VEV7iqQWtwu9Rz1wVt-zgBnLlnXgBq-QwacadWakguUmqwplJmdZdMbzmGX-ovmdtzFs/s1600/IMG_5495.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvEal1zmL0AwmVhazk9m5zXCAGefQKJBdfpjDbyWYu_AVU3aSIeL_lf8aN2YlURseU-E9Kje2VEV7iqQWtwu9Rz1wVt-zgBnLlnXgBq-QwacadWakguUmqwplJmdZdMbzmGX-ovmdtzFs/s320/IMG_5495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568358734969629698" /></a><br />Josh's best friend. haha. Josh really loves animals, and anytime one semi-bonds with him, he gets really attached. After we took this picture, we saw that they had lettuce sitting in a pail that you could feed to the turtles, so he would save the lettuce in front of the tank, the turtle would hurry up and swim over there, then he would toss it in the tank and watch the turtle chow down on it. Josh was way too excited about this. :) He ended up feeding the whole pail of lettuce to him, too...which I'm not sure is really what you're supposed to do, but oh well. The turtle enjoyed it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO8nRGIZGNuRKvyTZGpN5WMkgpC3OlU46wo2YBNueHFsvQVG4t6RpHvvZep-IOTL_TGqLlXFWlYHCU8b0jzIs0B2V3P2Ae9t-htNRiN4Cs1ASB_U97eISILlgkGFhpgNk0zLhYwbW5RR0/s1600/IMG_5505.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO8nRGIZGNuRKvyTZGpN5WMkgpC3OlU46wo2YBNueHFsvQVG4t6RpHvvZep-IOTL_TGqLlXFWlYHCU8b0jzIs0B2V3P2Ae9t-htNRiN4Cs1ASB_U97eISILlgkGFhpgNk0zLhYwbW5RR0/s1600/IMG_5505.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsO8nRGIZGNuRKvyTZGpN5WMkgpC3OlU46wo2YBNueHFsvQVG4t6RpHvvZep-IOTL_TGqLlXFWlYHCU8b0jzIs0B2V3P2Ae9t-htNRiN4Cs1ASB_U97eISILlgkGFhpgNk0zLhYwbW5RR0/s320/IMG_5505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568358729628128162" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTT5U4s1er4tJTyduYLH169pu0Q90b5EYn3ijZ8klGRd8vXt3Dn3k0aa-Kn9OZAG4wRp1E1sJ6wwUxLMrt1Q-Rf3BS3CuQe63Wr7dDWMmVY1Nf5PIIi04T3eiaM5ir_AxGrYM3j3qlI8dK/s1600/IMG_5506.JPG"></a><div>Here I am with our newfound friend!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTT5U4s1er4tJTyduYLH169pu0Q90b5EYn3ijZ8klGRd8vXt3Dn3k0aa-Kn9OZAG4wRp1E1sJ6wwUxLMrt1Q-Rf3BS3CuQe63Wr7dDWMmVY1Nf5PIIi04T3eiaM5ir_AxGrYM3j3qlI8dK/s1600/IMG_5506.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTT5U4s1er4tJTyduYLH169pu0Q90b5EYn3ijZ8klGRd8vXt3Dn3k0aa-Kn9OZAG4wRp1E1sJ6wwUxLMrt1Q-Rf3BS3CuQe63Wr7dDWMmVY1Nf5PIIi04T3eiaM5ir_AxGrYM3j3qlI8dK/s320/IMG_5506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568358728471631410" /></a><br />See Josh's huge smile in the reflection? He was like a little kid!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDfm3_YRevfxI7Aq979w2LpB9iOGtd4GeZT2jeWXhOFl7qjvnJ5l1vcbg3llD33-y_YceTqD6KTOC9_wU1SvFh6CXgRpDx8-w1ts2664L3cUvgJUAGOpTG2jFt2NaU6Gac3F-wDWn_tgJ/s1600/IMG_5507.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDfm3_YRevfxI7Aq979w2LpB9iOGtd4GeZT2jeWXhOFl7qjvnJ5l1vcbg3llD33-y_YceTqD6KTOC9_wU1SvFh6CXgRpDx8-w1ts2664L3cUvgJUAGOpTG2jFt2NaU6Gac3F-wDWn_tgJ/s1600/IMG_5507.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDfm3_YRevfxI7Aq979w2LpB9iOGtd4GeZT2jeWXhOFl7qjvnJ5l1vcbg3llD33-y_YceTqD6KTOC9_wU1SvFh6CXgRpDx8-w1ts2664L3cUvgJUAGOpTG2jFt2NaU6Gac3F-wDWn_tgJ/s320/IMG_5507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568358722938133202" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthClJ3as6Fuaibxsc11hxSSG7t2d1izk4BuiiZMa5nr6IO-qeC16vsIuhyphenhyphenTq-Hfu-QgZIoZAUBB31kdfRiYsOLNIi4lmK8I0nw21zHhFM6dRYkDKWzOcWDlzsf2n-FssjMH4EelQ53N0U/s1600/IMG_5509.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div>We sat and watched this bird for about 30 minutes try to catch fish to eat...he was really close, then a little kid came close and scared the bird away....oh well. Can you tell I'm a little bitter? I was excited to get it on camera. we gave up after that. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthClJ3as6Fuaibxsc11hxSSG7t2d1izk4BuiiZMa5nr6IO-qeC16vsIuhyphenhyphenTq-Hfu-QgZIoZAUBB31kdfRiYsOLNIi4lmK8I0nw21zHhFM6dRYkDKWzOcWDlzsf2n-FssjMH4EelQ53N0U/s1600/IMG_5509.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthClJ3as6Fuaibxsc11hxSSG7t2d1izk4BuiiZMa5nr6IO-qeC16vsIuhyphenhyphenTq-Hfu-QgZIoZAUBB31kdfRiYsOLNIi4lmK8I0nw21zHhFM6dRYkDKWzOcWDlzsf2n-FssjMH4EelQ53N0U/s320/IMG_5509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568358719020718626" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5P8vhSyTihmssGA8XJr6LXv39dS9APgaaDNmCHEsNtZic9GsDFKM7u_cAxVrt6ZRFfDyu8mmWl75VJpSCR5VpiTZCZiFsmMNSme0wcnGxljM8FUrC3oIcCrrMEV3Ou8h5MTCbgXopHgfa/s1600/IMG_5517.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div>While we were watching the bird try to catch fish, we kept seeing these small things scurry all over the ground across the water. We couldn't figure out what they were. Then we looked down below us (we were walking on a raised platform through this place) and saw a million crabs. And every time you would move, then would scurry back into their hole. It was cool to watch.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5P8vhSyTihmssGA8XJr6LXv39dS9APgaaDNmCHEsNtZic9GsDFKM7u_cAxVrt6ZRFfDyu8mmWl75VJpSCR5VpiTZCZiFsmMNSme0wcnGxljM8FUrC3oIcCrrMEV3Ou8h5MTCbgXopHgfa/s1600/IMG_5517.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5P8vhSyTihmssGA8XJr6LXv39dS9APgaaDNmCHEsNtZic9GsDFKM7u_cAxVrt6ZRFfDyu8mmWl75VJpSCR5VpiTZCZiFsmMNSme0wcnGxljM8FUrC3oIcCrrMEV3Ou8h5MTCbgXopHgfa/s320/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355359365642178" /></a>The alligator. He was so still. And had a wicked-looking grin. He did move at one point, and I was hoping to see him eat something but I think he just wanted to go in the water a little bit to cool off. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-CBPLit4HUPa1dTLMXZwbVh89i0o2uUuk-5_pekb0ABp9JwxEeGVHxFBjTSb1nB21WFq2EcuHLRVuzWu8TiJ1tv9JvHH8GVSdPhuhW_Zh2w2FrmF7PgJljumsEwAXhu4yto4eqDIz3Ps/s320/IMG_5523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355349737096066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are at the beach. We went and bought a kite and lunch and decided we would drive onto the beach and eat our lunch and fly our kite. Josh decided to invite the seagulls to our lunch...apparently they like BBQ-flavored chips.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSexHJIzamVGxU3jxj6jcDWho54BYPwpB9eQE26jGsllwKAUKYg48-s6WkdK9J6nxj3OsmaG5lu1pZdcem3DPOkoa_cHqtUK3KEkeX6y48ftrCfdMmwWX2ha0qs6y7D1it3NfSjNdM-iDM/s320/IMG_5547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355345262996322" /></div><div>Here's our new car...did I mention we got a new "family car?" Well, we did. An H3. We love it. The only annoying this is that all I hear out of Josh's mouth these days is, "We should go off-roading. That's what a Hummer is for." And, so, you can guarantee that that's what we did. I did not enjoy it one bit, but he did. We drove it all over the beach, etc. It is dirty, as you can see.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT77BYTIPrD1ENd0NnSiJKJ279VZl4It3n3YmBTM8rUMirstZ6afCQ9JpAn9CbERmxjo56-x7qM0OsdHEF2j9HmhakwyPWAPG1MC0oFX8NgKjkx1DuDQ4d5CqbzxgFcWmlspO9BSgvJrQE/s320/IMG_5568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355344230843298" /></div><div>Josh flying our kite. (I wanted the cute kite that had the bows down the tail and everything, but Josh was really into the pirate kite, so that's what we got. haha)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliZ5dp4BmGP_PzkyMWLgO38gNS6Fsp0exl8v1mh_2IMgVl5tMuCOY4mEb4jfZ4ksiNe96qWCUWCCOtKBDvhRZtJikrMGO-Yp7hpuwaHkHEZdVP1e85_HS_nky3reSrK8LfsTkAQ-pVS4R/s1600/IMG_5572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliZ5dp4BmGP_PzkyMWLgO38gNS6Fsp0exl8v1mh_2IMgVl5tMuCOY4mEb4jfZ4ksiNe96qWCUWCCOtKBDvhRZtJikrMGO-Yp7hpuwaHkHEZdVP1e85_HS_nky3reSrK8LfsTkAQ-pVS4R/s320/IMG_5572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355333904902818" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3G_oDkrRlNfuRHL7a8VLzDD19n9DRhEbnTB7J_CT4IbJRsPLO32DETv_tdXrjjZuS8iAUllcgmyAPABYnhQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-32733017291819924192011-01-26T07:22:00.000-08:002011-01-26T07:34:54.760-08:0025 weeks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYjzLv1qIJBKYyaDHyyFSTGN7oh-zF6Trctgrgkdi-hEEZiEThF6u29uK7DY8lHMl2JF2MQGvbOA8hgtIWk_k7VXk8kYXmECdiS3pW8fYgJaW9PgaVA1ntHal6bn-qnTnGCsXUB2pNJbd/s1600/IMG_5472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYjzLv1qIJBKYyaDHyyFSTGN7oh-zF6Trctgrgkdi-hEEZiEThF6u29uK7DY8lHMl2JF2MQGvbOA8hgtIWk_k7VXk8kYXmECdiS3pW8fYgJaW9PgaVA1ntHal6bn-qnTnGCsXUB2pNJbd/s320/IMG_5472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566515991293542658" /></a>Here I am at 25 weeks...I can't believe I'm that far along already. Harper is constantly kicking...constantly. I love it! I had a deposition yesterday and she kicked the entire time, which made it that much more fun...and I love my job! I am thoroughly enjoying being pregnant and I think I'll be somewhat sad to not be pregnant anymore, but then also thrilled that I'll actually be able to meet her. I just want to know what she's going to look like. Me? Or Josh? Or a combination of both? We've always joked that our kid was going to be really small, with a really big nose and nostrils...so I guess now I'm just really hoping that's not the case:)<div><br /></div><div>As far as the room goes, we got the furniture in. We have picked out paint, I just need to go hopefully today to get the paint, then I'm going to start painting. Did you know that I HATE painting? Well, I do. I absolutely hate it. But I also hate paying people to do things that I have time to do, so I will start painting this week. After I get the painting done, I will order the bedding and finish all of my little projects that I have for her room. It doesn't sound like a lot, but I imagine all of this will take me at least a month...mostly because I'm lazy and HATE painting. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Josh bought his first dress for Harper two days ago. It was funny. We were walking through Target and I made him go to the baby clothes. He was anti-baby clothes when I showed him this cute little dress. I wasn't showing it to him so that he'd buy it. Just showing him how cute it was. Then he said, "I'm going to buy it. Will she be able to walk in it at this stage?" (He was holding a newborn size. haha) So I said no. Then he said, "It will be much cuter if she can walk in it." So he bought her a 12-months dress. He's very proud of it. Although the entire walk up to the checkouts, he just kept saying, "I can't believe I'm buying a dress." over and over.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that's pretty much all the update I have for you. Until next time...</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-13119324514743132162011-01-19T13:11:00.000-08:002011-01-19T13:14:47.612-08:00Hiring a PediatricianSo, at my last doctor's appointment, I was told that I needed to have a pediatrician picked out soon, preferably before my next appointment (which is Monday, so that's most likely not going to happen, but that's all right.)<div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, I have no idea how to even go about finding a good pediatrician. I do REALLY, REALLY like my doctor, though, and she gave me three recommendations, so I guess I'll start there, but does anyone have any good questions to ask, etc.? Or anything I should look for? I so don't even know where to start. Help!</div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2513152426128363501.post-38154213835736038762011-01-18T18:10:00.001-08:002011-01-18T18:46:49.946-08:00Projects<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, looking at everything I want for Harper's room, I've obviously come to the conclusion that I just cannot justify spending hundreds of dollars on extra things that we don't need, so I'm coming up with a list of projects that I would like to do for a fraction of the cost.</div><div><br /></div><div>First thing on the list -</div><div>A mobile. Here's the one that goes with the bedding that we chose. Can you please guess how</div><div>much it would cost to purchase this???</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://images.nurserydepot.com/images/products/large/149010.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Let me tell you...$75.38. Why? I have no clue. Now, that doesn't include that mobile arm cover, which is basically just material that goes over the plastic part, which is $23.08. I just cannot justify spending $100 on that. It's just plain ridiculous. So, my friend Yvette, who is due just two weeks before me, and having a girl, too, told me that she is making hers. She found a kit on etsy.com to make her own. Now, I have looked and looked on there and can't find exactly what I want, so I'm going to start from scratch, but it looks super easy and I think I can do it in under $15. Here's an example of what mine will kind of look like.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd057P9Vb6Aj4PaqqHh0dMNT4TFWXOuOGUEP22pGVTZWhf4kMUyrkKqgvQuLDjg2O3XINlbwKteQk4Vevrv7gE8jGXlNzhcskeUg1bdEu4EZ_8jRkMFWAHsmJUj7HQ4s_Cau1DHSvvcUru/s320/butterfly+mobile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563721696774377202" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Another thing I'm looking at making is one of these. I can make this for under $5.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mIkbV6kKMesDcHizwzWTOGSEvth3rTsB9T33nEMM5CoI9TLHrNSCD2zwiaMS94se_ilW8ueRfeyE5S9WebmXSUKh_TVa1XcgztWeqUqnXHMR0ceEMVoJtltelCZ_NRub8q6J_G6hA74U/s320/hairbow+holder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563721698186556082" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also going to make one or two pillows, just square, similar to this one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://lh4.googleusercontent.com/public/MM9055EZehLoFnNTwXMY64_ktsKSivhZuG40ynnME7_-_Dyd_MUzhe4Uu7-uThMITB-JCtAWDzJvcqspw4InYwjPx3xhYp1wTAu7gZS67MZeublI9i8lfM_75sTAnPN-pz5gNaKd9o5lLKl7NrUCqzvO1r-1mSmALp1ApX8s" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's all the projects for now. Just waiting for the swatches of the bedding I ordered to actually get here (they haven't even shipped yet) so I can start coming up with a color scheme, etc.</div></div>The Liddellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07563434703260940456noreply@blogger.com1