tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44039296362694216842024-03-05T09:54:48.273-06:00All About AnastynBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-17854947311292072522012-05-17T13:21:00.000-05:002012-05-17T13:21:27.693-05:00Anastyn's First T-ball Game<div style="text-align: center;">
Anastyn is playing t-ball this summer and got to play in her first game this past Saturday. She was pretty excited about it until we arrived and she got her shirt. It was way too big for her liking and she was about to throw in the towel and not play. Her dad gave her a good little talk and then her best friend showed up and she decided she would at least give it a try! I am glad she did. Her team was at bat first and she decided she wasn't quite ready to hit, she stood there for some time and then hung her head and Nathan let the next kid know that they could go ahead. Then they ran out on the field and she was good from there on out. She of course played in the dirt, spun circles, faced the outfield while kids were batting, and had a really good time learning what t-ball is all about. Her second at bat, she hit the ball and got to run the bases and she thought that was pretty fun. Her helmet was huge though, so she held it the entire time she was running. We are pretty excited for her next game!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anastyn "calling" her friends on the way to the game.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Warm up time with Daddy, she was a little uncertain at this point.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First at-bat....she wouldn't hit the ball. LOL, it was pretty cute, but she just wasn't ready yet to be out there in front of everyone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that girl, bare-handing the ball already! (this looks like an action shot to some degree, it was just a loose ball though that she happened to pick up.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So excited about getting to run the bases after her 2nd at-bat. She had a pretty good hit and did a great job running the bases. (meaning she knew where first, second, and third bases are!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just wants to be like the big girls!</td></tr>
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I put Natalie's hair in a ponytail for the first time the other day. Goodness, when did this child get so old? She is getting so big and I thought she looked pretty cute in her ponytail. Here are a few pictures to commemorate her first "big girl' do'.</div>
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It won't be long, she will be able to get out this door by herself.</div>
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Dinner time in our house can sometimes be quite difficult. Natalie doesn't feel like sitting in her high chair, Anastyn doesn't feel like sitting in her chair, Natalie only wants to eat your croutons not her sandwich, Ana doesn't feel like eating anything at all...unless it is peanut butter and jelly, we get distracted by cute bunnies outside on the back porch...the list goes on and on. Basically, these girls struggle to have a still moment in their day, which leads to many challenges at the table. They are so busy. ALL. THE . TIME! However, we have some really good meal times as well and one thing is for certain, these girls can crack each other up. This particular meal Natalie was making her best kissy face, which was making Anastyn laugh and try her hardest to copycat. They may not always end their meals with full bellies, but they usually have a lot of good laughs throughout the meal.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">A day or so later, Anastyn happened upon an ink pen and decided she didn't want to be left out! She was much more willing to let me document her silly face.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">No, they weren't really trying to have mustaches, but how do little ones ALWAYS end up with ink around their mouths. I assume Natalie was probably trying to chew on it, I have no clue how Anastyn managed to have ink all over! Oh, how we love these sweet, silly, girls!</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-22575172551886180812012-02-02T15:04:00.000-06:002012-02-02T15:04:45.323-06:00Snow Day<div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks back when it was much colder out, we got a small amount if snow. Anastyn has been anxiously awaiting snow since Christmas. She reeeaaaally wants to build a snowman, but we decided there just wasn't enough snow this time to make our own Frosty. So we bundled up and made snow angels, crawled around, and took short rides around the yard on the sled. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn5SBd96Imw/TyYTDDIKuBI/AAAAAAAAPuk/wCFsfJChGCg/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn5SBd96Imw/TyYTDDIKuBI/AAAAAAAAPuk/wCFsfJChGCg/s640/IMG_1651.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Making snow angels</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnOEyCJbWqs/TyYTCOmEUII/AAAAAAAAP6o/chVBi9FBSwc/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnOEyCJbWqs/TyYTCOmEUII/AAAAAAAAP6o/chVBi9FBSwc/s640/IMG_1648.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Natalie had a little trouble walking since I had her so bundled up so she just decided to crawl instead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH_UVi9Hj2M/TyYTFQFpyrI/AAAAAAAAP-g/mra4FuUVTlU/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hH_UVi9Hj2M/TyYTFQFpyrI/AAAAAAAAP-g/mra4FuUVTlU/s640/IMG_1658.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She actually really liked the snow...until she faceplanted in it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was fun, but too cold to be out in for too long, so we came back in</div><div style="text-align: center;"> and made some nice warm hot chocolate!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Originally, I was going to take this in the same place every month and see how she had grown and make this really awesome collage. It turned into just getting a picture wherever I could and hoping she would somewhat cooperate. But they are from each month and at least show how she changed over the year. </div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-2926630005550032152012-01-31T05:30:00.003-06:002012-01-31T22:44:34.590-06:00Where's Natalie?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> For Christmas the girls received this cool easel from Santa. Marker board on one side, chalk on the other and a paper roll at the top to pull down for paintings.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ-wbUGkFY4/TyYS1V5yOwI/AAAAAAAAP6s/Qn0RKizyLRY/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ-wbUGkFY4/TyYS1V5yOwI/AAAAAAAAP6s/Qn0RKizyLRY/s640/IMG_1597.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anastyn thought her sister was quite silly, but definitely wanted to check out this cool, new place to hang out. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUl0JUeTt5VggcqoNlfRb5Hn6AwBfV2exXQCJs-Gf9QkwLZSHlwrcO8bvObudEHAlu4vo2soQROnfCCWo9OLihlmXJHqXpl0V110NUXVIdEZuREyw8ha1rKcCJwyHMrdnBizFFgLtNgk/s1600/IMG_1600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUl0JUeTt5VggcqoNlfRb5Hn6AwBfV2exXQCJs-Gf9QkwLZSHlwrcO8bvObudEHAlu4vo2soQROnfCCWo9OLihlmXJHqXpl0V110NUXVIdEZuREyw8ha1rKcCJwyHMrdnBizFFgLtNgk/s640/IMG_1600.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> So Anastyn climbed on in the other side and there my girls sat, giggling and playing with the markers that had fallen onto the tray they were sitting on. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Natalie absolutely LOVES to climb on, in, under, and around anything. She is always getting caught in small spaces when trying to squeeze her little self through. She almost got stuck the other day trying to crawl under the rung at the bottom of her high chair. Instead of just climbing over it she was sliding under, lol, it always makes me laugh. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And not to leave Anastyn out, since my posting has been quite slim lately, she is getting to be such a big girl. She is always dressing up and putting on shows for us. She loves to sing and dance. She also likes to help out around the house. She was sweeping the crumbs up for me the other day with her little hand broom. She loves her sister dearly and is always saying, "Mom, look at Natalie, she is so funny!", she loves that Natalie will now come give her a big hug and kiss before bed as well. She has been working on writing her letters, but prefers to "teach" me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise, more posts to come. I really need to document some things on both girls! </div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-31139539033306701532012-01-29T21:35:00.001-06:002012-01-30T17:27:04.383-06:00Breaking the SilenceWhat better way to break the silence than with a little humor. This picture makes me burst out in laughter everytime I look at it. She was playing the other day and I said, "Smile for the camera," this is what I got. HAHA, I really hope that she grows out of this awkward smile, it could make for some rough wedding photography one day! LOVE these cute grins right now though!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OI1yByEUGE/TsSXkQ6tSFI/AAAAAAAAPJs/n1dnVczuoJU/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OI1yByEUGE/TsSXkQ6tSFI/AAAAAAAAPJs/n1dnVczuoJU/s640/IMG_1586.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">She is a bit stubborn, just like her sister. She absolutely loves music and begins swaying and bouncing as soon as she hears the first beat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She can walk, but doesn't really want to...yet. I am sure that will come soon enough. She knows what a dog, cow, duck, horse, and sheep say and will do the sounds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has the best laugh and you can't help but try to make her laugh again just to hear it over and over. It is very cute!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> She LOVES to eat and will eat just about anything you give her. She has been very good when it comes to transitioning to new things. She took a sippy cup no problem, solid foods, milk...pretty easy going.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I have a lot more I want to say, but I am working on her monthly picture collage so I will save some of it for that post. Hope you enjoyed the pictures of our precious, youngest daughter!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Sweetie!</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-20512986170970835122011-11-15T13:20:00.000-06:002011-11-15T13:20:31.322-06:00She's A Walker!Well, sort of! We are so proud of this crazy little girl! I love the squatty walk! This just makes me smile. <br />
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<div align="center">We quickly made our way around the block in the wagon, which was loaded with blankets. Natalie started off with her bottle which made her very happy and she was all grins riding, for at least half the ride. Anastyn started off strong but quickly retreated to the wagon to be wrapped up. She got out, ran up to a house, ran back to the wagon and we covered her up. All in all, we had a really great night and had so much fun watching our little ones have a fun Halloween evening.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPDNNUFPPg8/Tq9yMpu29uI/AAAAAAAAPBc/6Ao70DtcOgs/s1600/2011-10-313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPDNNUFPPg8/Tq9yMpu29uI/AAAAAAAAPBc/6Ao70DtcOgs/s640/2011-10-313.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">And this is Natalie's first Halloween. Happy First Halloween, baby girl. We loved seeing your big smile as you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. </div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-12800806675001927492011-11-01T05:30:00.001-05:002011-11-01T05:30:00.857-05:00Trunk Or Treat 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We attended the 2nd annual Trunk or Treat at St. Peters Church of Christ, after services Sunday night. We had a great turnout and a chili supper to follow. Anastyn had so much fun, she really got it this year and loved saying "Trick or Treat". She did a very good job saying thank you to everyone as well. When we were on our way home she said, "Guess what?! I got SKITTLES! TWO OF THEM! It is just what I always wanted!" Haha, she can always make me laugh. I am so glad she got what she REALLY wanted! She is just getting too big. Natalie had a good time as well. She loved taking things out of the buckets and putting it in her own. Too bad she doesn't get to taste half of what she picked out! She spent most of her times sitting in the back of our car sucking on the paper of a sucker. Hey, she doesn't even know the difference...yet. Here are a few pictures from our evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The girls were matching fairy ballerinas. (Thanks, Devin) Anastyn was especially excited that I let her wear some makeup and loved having her hair in a bun. Yay, maybe we are turning a corner and she will start letting me fix her hair again! (hey, a mama can dream!)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Natalie also got her first real ponytail. I made sure to secure it tightly because she is sure to pull it out if at all possible. I LOVED IT! It made her blue eyes shine just a bit brighter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">from the sweetest "ghouls" I know!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3A9JYjcLvE/TqmuiqhJIRI/AAAAAAAAOw4/Jdbh3ZhpbdY/s1600/IMG_9544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a3A9JYjcLvE/TqmuiqhJIRI/AAAAAAAAOw4/Jdbh3ZhpbdY/s640/IMG_9544.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-68789104486726404112011-10-28T13:58:00.000-05:002011-10-28T13:58:43.464-05:00Nature Walk<div style="text-align: center;">A week or so ago, when it was absolutely beautiful out, I decided to take the girls on a wagon ride to pick up some pretty leaves. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We gathered some very beautiful leaves and I had this idea in my head that we would use wax to coat them and then make a leaf garland. Well I dried them but they have yet to be made into a garland. Oh, well. We had fun on our walk anyway. And I maybe I will get that garland made this weekend. </div><br />
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<div align="center">Natalie loved being able to help herself to the cheerios. And I loved getting her to keep this hat on her head. It is almost too small, sigh. And I can't resist getting a picture when I see lashes resting so sweetly on those cheeks.</div><br />
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</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-64716481637846741512011-10-21T10:25:00.000-05:002011-10-21T10:25:50.180-05:00Old Iron Works DaysI am so excited that we got to go the the Old Iron Works Days at Meramec Spring Park this year. I haven't been in a very long time and we happened to be in Belle the weekend my brother and some of our friends had planned to go. We had planned on heading home early to get some things accomplished around our house, but took a last minute detour and headed to St. James. It was just such a beautiful day we couldn't resist being outside. We met up with everyone and had a great time!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I love this picture so much. Trent laughing, Malachi's unsure look, Nate's cute diaper bag backpack...just makes me smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We spent some time letting the kids play on this fun slide. Metal slides are so much better than the plastic ones they have nowadays. Much faster! (I know the plastic ones are probably safer...still not as much fun!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CF6keunPXk/Tp4_qM9sgWI/AAAAAAAAOrk/NU_tiWrq2fM/s1600/IMG_9188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CF6keunPXk/Tp4_qM9sgWI/AAAAAAAAOrk/NU_tiWrq2fM/s640/IMG_9188.JPG" width="640px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We explored the furnace and tried to get a picture of all the kids inside. This is as good as it gets. Haha! Anastyn is posing with a cracker in front of her mouth and everyone is truly doing their own thing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Can't believe this sweet thing is going to be ONE is less than a month! </div><div style="text-align: center;">WILL TIME PLEASE SLOW DOWN!? </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLPPfii2R5LhlmlmYiVUu-oiQuC3bwafIFacMQWEUEBCHNl57KggF3nxv4_wzF_brZZ-sJ4JhMzaNIrPCCOlCEAQxZPRevF7TDNo6KIFCI7FujMedeEBl37qiBnGtZDhikzeTZ0_ygjE/s1600/IMG_9206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLPPfii2R5LhlmlmYiVUu-oiQuC3bwafIFacMQWEUEBCHNl57KggF3nxv4_wzF_brZZ-sJ4JhMzaNIrPCCOlCEAQxZPRevF7TDNo6KIFCI7FujMedeEBl37qiBnGtZDhikzeTZ0_ygjE/s400/IMG_9206.JPG" width="266px" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4pCD027oco/Tp4_6dufMeI/AAAAAAAAOsw/KafDjtWPmuM/s1600/IMG_9207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4pCD027oco/Tp4_6dufMeI/AAAAAAAAOsw/KafDjtWPmuM/s400/IMG_9207.JPG" width="266px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Anastyn didn't get her nap in and was beyond sleepy. Hannah started playing with her hair and they stood like this for a good minutes. It was so sweet watching them. They get along so well and Anastyn was loving having her hair played with. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> CRACKS. ME. UP. Hahaha! I LOVE this picture. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The girls were very tired but wanted to "pose" for me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It took a few tries to get one with some normal smiles. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were in Belle a couple of weekends ago and while Anastyn and my mom were outside looking at the garden they found this little beauty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> We fixed up a temporary home to transport him home and decided to keep it around to watch it turn into a butterfly. We have had fun feeding it and watching it make its cocoon. Which happens insanely fast. Also, if you have never watched a caterpillar, they eat a ton and get rid of it quickly. We only had to feed it a couple days before it started making its cocoon, but it ate a lot and we definitely had to clean the cage out every day. It was a lot of fun to watch crawl around. Anastyn loved taking it out and holding it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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A few weeks ago Nathan was out of town for the week, so we had lots of fun girl time around the Lansford house. One BEAUTIFUL day, we decided to play in the garage. Anastyn rode her tricycle, Natalie played in the little car that we have and the wagon. We were just having a good time singing and dancing and playing in the garage. <br />
Anastyn has been very into dressing herself and picking out her own clothes lately. One of my favorite parts of the day is when I arrive home on the days I work, Anastyn always greets me at the door with a very loving " Hi, mommy!" and she is always wearing a skirt or play dress with high heels. I. LOVE. IT. And Natalie comes crawling as soon as she sees me and starts whining for me to pick her up. It makes me feel warm and loved and I can't help but smile. I love that part of the day. <br />
Now, I will be honest, I wish I could say that is how the entire evening goes. But Anastyn usually has some crazy meltdown, I get fairly frustrated and we have some tears before everything gets back to happy and normal. However, that is our life right now and I really do want to embrace it. I have a really hard time being in the moment sometimes. I get distracted by all the things that seem to need to be done around the house and hear myself saying, "in a minute, hold on" and it makes me cringe. Then I catch a glimpse of my girls making each other laugh (which is by far the best sound I have ever heard!), or playing peek a boo and I try to remind myself that this time is going by so fast and I need to EMBRACE it now! I am working on it.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-60384711758007556892011-08-30T21:45:00.000-05:002011-08-30T21:45:08.162-05:00Natalie: Nine Months<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Natalie's first time to the beach, Huntington Beach, CA. August 17th, 2011<br />
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</tbody></table>Yes, I know that I haven't done a monthly post for my daughter since like 4 months? 2 months? not even sure. She is doing awesome though! I am realizing I am just not good at doing lots of things well. The important thing is I have the monthly pictures and I know what has been going on, right? Maybe one day I will have time to go back and add in posts, but for now there is no time to catch up. We are moving forward!<br />
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Natalie turned 9 months on August 17th. She is such a big girl now! Her first two teeth busted through a couple weeks ago and they are so stinkin' cute! I can't seem to get a picture but I promise they are definitely there.<br />
Natalie smiles all the time. She loves for anyone to look at her and it takes a smile, a blown kiss, a wave, basically anything and she bursts into her sweet radiant smile. I love these days!<br />
She can wave, blow kisses, give kisses, opens up for a bite, stands when I say "up", and sits when I say "down" (holding onto fingers), she has been crawling all over the place for a while now. She pulls up on everything and cruises along the couch and the pews at church. <br />
She loves her table food. The girl eats more than her sister. CRAZY! But I love it because food fights were not my favorite times with Anastyn. She eats oatmeal with fruit mixed in every morning for breakfast and sometimes before bedtime. She eats some baby food with pieces of food mixed in, but mostly whatever vegetable, fruit, bread, pasta, or baby snack we give her on her little tray. It is fun watching her put food in her mouth, I love how she grabs it with her little pincer grasp and then pokes it in her mouth then opens her hand to assure it stays there, it seriously makes me smile every time, lol, I love it.<br />
She loves to laugh and Anastyn is her favorite person to laugh at. All Anastyn has to say is "Boo" and Natalie is hooked. They laugh together and play in Anastyn's room together some now. I can really see the love they have for one another and that puts all sorts of dreams in my head for them as they grow. I am so proud of my little "sisters".<br />
She says hi and dada and loves to babble and talk. I catch her talking when she has a baby doll in her hands or she likes to babble and chew on things at the same time.<br />
She is a squealer! It is LOUD, whether she is happy or sad she at times lets out this high squeal to let us know, "hey, I am soooooo excited!!" or "I AM NOT A HAPPY GIRL!" I am pretty sure that is what she is thinking.<br />
She is incapable of sitting still, always flipping or flopping or grabbing for things.<br />
She likes to get into things and absolutely everything she finds goes straight in her mouth. I have fished out ponytail holders, foam letters, lint, food that has been dropped on the kitchen floor and I haven't gotten around to picking up yet...yep, EVERYTHING!<br />
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</tbody></table>She is quite the sweetheart and I am so proud of her. We are working on her walking, it won't be too long! I think she is simply precious.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-46803198428678283062011-07-21T21:30:00.001-05:002011-07-21T21:32:10.082-05:00Sister Cousins<div style="text-align: center;">The last time we were in Belle, my nieces were also visiting so we decided to try doing a photo shoot with all the girl cousins. They really love one another and definitely act like sisters. I wanted to try to show how much they enjoy being together. These pictures just crack me up. At one point I asked the girls to bend their knees so I could see all of their feet behind them, Anastyn face-planted trying to get her feet up, hahaha, I love it!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="margin: 0px;">Last Saturday (July 2) was Anastyn's 3rd birthday. She has told us for 6 months that she wanted to have a "Tangled" birthday. (Actually, a "Tangled" <b>cake</b>, but we did cupcakes instead and due to lack of time, no "Tangled" cake. I had considered making <a href="http://family.go.com/disney/pkg-disney-recipes/recipe-bakerella-955077-tangled-tower-cupcake-t/">this</a> one. That I found on <a href="http://www.supermommoments.com/2011/01/tangled-party-decor-food/">this</a> website. Luckily, the "Tangled" theme was enough and she didn't even mention the cake. Flowered cupcakes were good enough. Yay for 3 year olds!)<br />
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Anyway, as soon as Anastyn woke up we had this conversation. ( I wish you could hear her sweet little voice!)<br />
Me: Do you know what day it is?<br />
Anastyn responded sleepily: Yes...it's my birfday<br />
Me: Yes it is, do you know how old you are?<br />
Anastyn: I'm free (3), (as she tries to hold up her 3 fingers.)<br />
Me: That's right. You are three.<br />
Anastyn: So, I'm not 2 anymore?<br />
Me: Nope, you are 3<br />
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And just like that...she is 3....CRAZY...where does the time go. When did she change from that sweet baby I would sing to sleep into this beautiful toddler that I still (thankfully) get to sing to sleep sometimes (only now she picks the songs)?<br />
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Well, I was going to post all about her party, but I think I will post those pictures and details later and just make sure I get down those things I want to remember about my 3 year old.<br />
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Anastyn is definitely one of a kind. She has the best laugh and loves to be silly. She loves to dance and is sure to be seen busting a move of some sort if she hears any music playing...I laugh thinking about it! So cute.<br />
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She is quite ornery as well. She can go from sweet as pie to ornery in no time flat and vice versa. It is almost crazy to witness...but it happens.<br />
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She knows exactly what she wants and is EXTREMELY independent...I know part of it is the age, but I have a feeling she is going to hold on to that independence.<br />
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She wants to try to do everything by herself, but is pretty good at recognizing when she needs help and will ask for it.<br />
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I find she responds to things much better if I explain what I am doing first especially if I am going to be rushing her. Example: "When we get to the store you are going to have to ride in the cart and stay there. We are in a hurry and just need to grab a few things. Okay? You aren't going to be able to walk this time." She may not like it but will not put up much of a fight as opposed to me getting her out of the car and putting her in the cart when she THINKS she is going to be walking with me. That can be a nightmare. So I try to stay a step ahead, but it doesn't always happen and tantrums do arise.<br />
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Anastyn loves her family very much and is becoming very close with her cousins. They all are so good to one another and I am really excited to see their relationships develop as they grow.<br />
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She loves animals and often points out any that she sees as we are driving.<br />
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She hates to be dirty, we finger painted some this spring and she would paint a while then completely clean her hands on a towel and start painting again. I am not sure if I have ever seen a child do that...I am sure they have, but it makes me laugh. And yet she will hold worms, and bunnies, and pet dogs, cows, goats, etc.<br />
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She is really starting to be a girlie girl. She enjoys picking out her clothes, and almost always ends up picking a skirt or dress. She likes to wear jewelry, especially rings...and shoes, how could I forget her love for shoes. She always wants to pick her shoes and changes them frequently. For her birthday she got some of those play high heels and wants to wear them everywhere. I gave in and actually let her wear them into church...it was just too cute, and she can actually walk in them. She quickly changed into shoes that were easier to run and play in though...just like her mama in that way! And she is finally letting me fix her hair again...but pretty much only wants a braid, not a ponytail.<br />
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She makes Natalie smile bigger and laugh harder than anyone else can. I am so happy to be able to see my girls together and the bond that they share as sisters.<br />
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She often crawls into our bed in the middle of the night, however, sometimes we will wake up and find her in the floor at the end of our bed or in her bedroom floor...we have yet to figure out why she doesn't make it to our bed on those nights.<br />
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She is also very proud of Natalie and gets as excited as we do when she reaches the next milestone. She will exclaim, "Yay Matalie. Look, mom, she is _____ (insert new thing she is doing)" (she refuses to say the N in her name)<br />
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She still dislikes having her teeth brushed but FINALLY lets us wash her hair without screaming and fighting, now she just tips her head back.<br />
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She is shy with people she first meets, but is starting to warm up much more quickly than she used to.<br />
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She loves going to bible class and at VBS this year she started singing the songs with everyone, the first night she was too shy but sang loudly the rest of the week.<br />
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She is a precious, ornery, caring, stubborn, loving, silly, beautiful, fashionable, strong willed, always learning, sweet, fit throwing, cuddly, huggable, kissable, apologetic, energetic, kind-hearted, shy, outdoor loving, sweet-toothed 3 year old and I love her to pieces...every last inch of her.<br />
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Pictures of the party coming soon!<br />
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</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-16565010121639804192011-06-15T23:24:00.000-05:002011-06-15T23:24:28.916-05:00When You Was A Baby...Tonight, Anastyn was in Natalie's room while I was rocking Natalie and she saw the boppy pillow that I used for both of the girls. Our conversation went something like this.<br />
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Anastyn: I like this boppy pilwow (pillow). It is pink and has flowers on it. It is pwetty. Where did you get that pilwow? <br />
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Me: Well, when you were still in mommy's belly, my friends had a baby shower for me and showered me with gifts (I could see her trying to figure out the shower concept). That pillow was a gift for you.<br />
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Ana: Yeah, and when you was a baby, you used that pilwow. And you was in my belwy (belly) and then you was borned.<br />
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Me: Really? (wondering where this might go)<br />
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Ana: and daddy was in my belwy (belly) and then he was borned. and Mya (her dearest friend) was borned too and she was in my belwy.<br />
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The conversation then quickly turned to something else as she often moves from topic to topic fairly quickly. I just let it go, because I am definitely not ready to explain how babies get into bellies and if she isn't asking, I am fine with letting it go for now. I just love how little ones think and I love to hear her talk. I know that soon she will be saying those l's and r's just perfectly and I will miss the baby talk...just a little. <br />
One more thing that I want to make sure I remember. Sometimes at night I will go in to say goodnight and sing her a song. Our conversation usually goes something like: <br />
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Anastyn: Will you sing me a song<br />
Me: Sure, what do you want me to sing<br />
Anastyn: thinks hard and then says," ummm, how 'bout Jesus loves me" (or Zacchaeus, but lately it is always Jesus loves me)<br />
Me: Oh, that is a good one....then I start singing.<br />
Anastyn: Noooo... I will sing it. You can sing the hard songs (meaning "He's <br />
Got the Whole World" or "What If All the Raindrops"<br />
Me: OK...and then I listen as she so sweetly sings Jesus loves me. I wish I could record it so I can always go back and hear that sweet, innocent, PRECIOUS voice singing to me! But I know if I get the camera out, it will change and she will stop or start being silly. So I lay there and listen as my sometimes ornery little girl, gets all sweet voiced and sings me a song. I absolutely LOVE it and have had to fight back the tears more than once. Those are the moments that I wish she would just stay this age forever....then she screams at me as I try to pray with her (she is not always a big fan of praying, not sure why) and I quickly kiss her and tell her goodnight and hope the next phase brings more sweet moments and less ornery ones!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And because I have a million pictures and certainly won't post about half of them, I will include a few...just because!</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Natalie catching a quick nap at the zoo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to go see the newborn twin calves...I just love her in her boots, ready to get dirty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While visiting friends in KC we attempted a pic of all the girls...Peyton, Harper, Anastyn, and Natalie in the back</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anastyn with the twin calves. Aren't they so cute? She loves being able to get close to them and pet them.</td></tr>
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</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-2317678685881281702011-06-12T21:58:00.005-05:002011-06-14T13:22:36.599-05:00Peer Pressure?<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last week I took Anastyn and Natalie and headed to Olathe, KS to see my good friend Karen. She had a baby girl, Harper, in February, and I had not been to meet her yet and couldn't wait any longer. Harper is absolutely beautiful and my girls just loved her...and Karen's dog, Wyatt. I will post more on our visit at a later date, but back to the point of this post. So, one day, Harper had fallen asleep in the swing and it was time for Natalie's nap, but Anastyn was already down for a nap in our room and I didn't want to chance waking her up, so I asked if I could lay Natalie in Harper's crib. Harper takes a pacifier occasionally, so there was one lying in her bed. I didn't think to take it out because Natalie has NEVER taken a pacifier. She has also NEVER slept on her belly but after I put her down and she stopped crying, I went back in to check on her and found this site. Natalie...on her belly...sucking on Harper's pacifier...she must have thought it looked good when Harper had it, so she decided to give it a try...I guess whatever works!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403929636269421684.post-6176207423399120892011-04-13T22:56:00.001-05:002011-04-13T23:00:38.827-05:00Down on the Farm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we went to Belle for the weekend. While we were there, a calf was born one morning. Anastyn (and all the cousins) really like to go out to the farm for any reason, so to get to see a newborn calf was especially exciting! It happened to be one of the colder weekends, but we all made the trek out to see the calf. I thought it was just too cute how my dad was carrying the little ones (to keep them out of the mud) and how Skylar and Londyn were following behind. They all looked precious walking through the field together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Anastyn actually touched it. I was a little surprised, but she just walked right up to it without any hesitation. She loves any kind of baby!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It takes a lot for me to not go fix things like this pant leg over her boot (because personally it would drive me crazy), but when I see it for some reason I smile so big. I love how cute she looks in her green rubber boots and her pigtails and her little hands in her sleeves...ok so I love EVERYTHING about this little sweetheart!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Lincoln...such a fun little guy</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were leaving so Anastyn was telling my mom bye, I caught this pic and thought it was pretty sweet. </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954965100865821374noreply@blogger.com2