tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-941034541343669362024-02-20T12:37:13.385-08:00I reject your reality and substitute my ownMisty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-87609903231794427712010-11-18T10:24:00.001-08:002010-11-18T10:24:58.051-08:00Awesome GiveawayJust entered an awesome giveaway at http://brookevangory.wordpress.com/2010/11/17/giveaway-spit-on-this-baby-gift-set/#comment-1010 you can too!Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-19489016886869119142010-04-25T22:02:00.000-07:002010-04-25T22:02:17.985-07:00Tulip Festival<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok, ok... so it's not my favorite place to go. I will admit it. It was AMAZING the first time, but now that I have been about 20 times... I'M OVER IT! However Lorelai really wanted to go, so we went... again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think most of the fun is in the ferry ride. We typically stay in the car and blast music and hang out together. In this ride, Mae wanted to try her hand at driving. I couldn't convince her of the importance to look ahead and keep both hands on the wheel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Lorelai's new toy... I mean, Ty's new toy, is the iPad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I NEVER have to convince Lorelai to let me take pics of her, but on this day, she was NOT into it. This was about the best I could get her to do. We always go to the same garden because they have a museum of all the different types of tulips and other flowers as well as being adjacent to a few tulip fields so you also get to see the magnitude of the fields.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">As far as the eye can see...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I wish Mae had been looking forward, but like I said, Lorelai was not ok with pics so we were lucky to get what we got.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">She doesn't latch onto binkies, but they make amazing teethers... so Mae keeps hers handy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Fresh kettle corn is so delicious on a spring day at the festival.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwLdeO3monXGuh8TppR0B56Hk4PrDo_jy8_dEw3lm2lhurrBLzshuWMNpy-fmMzSkdXXKFbfxLLzXFf1T73xChp_Lgz4OgPdD28YyiNTbrEygYD-RjEYrYXNGl6v4Paf5Ph_E-ndclnl6/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwLdeO3monXGuh8TppR0B56Hk4PrDo_jy8_dEw3lm2lhurrBLzshuWMNpy-fmMzSkdXXKFbfxLLzXFf1T73xChp_Lgz4OgPdD28YyiNTbrEygYD-RjEYrYXNGl6v4Paf5Ph_E-ndclnl6/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" /></a></div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-88821214648764208672010-04-25T21:49:00.000-07:002010-04-25T21:49:50.479-07:00Easter!<div style="text-align: center;">Mabel's first Easter was a very good one! I love that <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial;">Lorelai</span> is getting to the age where she cares about leaving food for the Easter bunny out and gets excited about what he will leave her. It's also tons of fun to start introducing her to the real meaning behind holidays and have her begin to understand. Holidays mean to much more with kids. They really are a blessing!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I have no idea why I didn't get pics of their full Easter baskets but I did get a pic of Ty giving Mae a peep. Ugh. Right after this, she sucked down the ENTIRE ear of the bunny peep and began to choke. I really thought I was going to have to start administering all sorts of maneuvers. :) Don't even get me started about her being 5 months with candy in her mouth.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial;">Lorelai</span>, on the other hand, is a seasoned candy eater and could not wait to have a delicious breakfast of candy. Ty and I have developed one rule about holidays and candy. She is allowed to go nuts, eat all she possibly can and wants to for one day only. After that, it is GONE! So by the end of the holiday there are guaranteed melt downs, but there will be no repeats the next day so it's a good rule for us!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Mabel got some super cute sunglasses. I really wish she would leave them on, because she is made for sunglasses. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CLiR4cvb6Ywsfp4NYdXFVQic5kJHM0VzuiQwF6P_W89t62LKRZSxkVMvc29uuz7Z3YZmw7zKdpgzyxistJ2iHejHAuCgmICEhU7_QKm7kwE_9fOOfQm5lfpaHZV1vW-w2TkLg3hG6cds/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CLiR4cvb6Ywsfp4NYdXFVQic5kJHM0VzuiQwF6P_W89t62LKRZSxkVMvc29uuz7Z3YZmw7zKdpgzyxistJ2iHejHAuCgmICEhU7_QKm7kwE_9fOOfQm5lfpaHZV1vW-w2TkLg3hG6cds/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Later that morning, we went to brunch with Ty's parents. It was such a nice change. There was no cooking, no cleaning, no mess... definitely a welcome change. The only bad thing we encountered was no left over ham... next year I will have to make a ham the night before.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Oh this baby just melts my insides to mush... I could just eat her I love her so much. My Aunt Kathy gave her a beautiful pearl bracelet and her wrist was finally big enough to wear it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbn4CpaAx8OLM2JAk2D-oW-hGHV2RkAHx7i_s-hYF5uzFEUuASJ6Db7VVLV11jLoOintD7HTMlh9Nh5wE2xf2XrTuAGY7SdhtcSuSzuhpPg-Umd0kfeW4h-t6ToswiStYBq1c06nGCKkF4/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbn4CpaAx8OLM2JAk2D-oW-hGHV2RkAHx7i_s-hYF5uzFEUuASJ6Db7VVLV11jLoOintD7HTMlh9Nh5wE2xf2XrTuAGY7SdhtcSuSzuhpPg-Umd0kfeW4h-t6ToswiStYBq1c06nGCKkF4/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The handsome hub and the beautiful babe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I relish in the days that Grandma and Grandpa are <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial;">Lorelai's</span> best friends. It's going to be such a sad day when they don't come first anymore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes dress up is just exhausting! Lorelai hasn't been taking too many naps lately but sometimes I still make her lay down and relax in my room watching a cartoon. This is what I found after a particularly exhausting day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88pL7IimD08gNKtGNhPhKVnKGCGKi9b55skwHay5RxG76L3idLWfVbyiegVlU5LiamhqX6ZTWk1dqmlJ4I60qha6YQ9ZDt2USan8pi73wHtiQUib10wdo4FIuH1ue79opdJENOYl8w58T/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh88pL7IimD08gNKtGNhPhKVnKGCGKi9b55skwHay5RxG76L3idLWfVbyiegVlU5LiamhqX6ZTWk1dqmlJ4I60qha6YQ9ZDt2USan8pi73wHtiQUib10wdo4FIuH1ue79opdJENOYl8w58T/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mae is in that middle stage where she is too big for her baby bath but too little and unsteady to sit up in the tub with her big sister so I've been bathing her in an inch or two of water all by herself. She has so much fun splashing around and exploring water in a whole new way!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">These are 2 of my very dear friends, Jordan (left) and Sam (right). I am lucky enough that they love my kids and love to spend their time with my family, so they were pumped when I invited them to dye Easter eggs with us. I hard boiled a few thinking that Lorelai would be excited since she loves hard boiled eggs... WRONG! Turns out she couldn't bare to crack her pretty eggs... so, we had about a dozen hard boiled eggs go bad. We blew out the yolks on some too, so by the time this pic was taken, we all had sore cheeks. I love holiday craft projects and I love them even more when Sam and Jordan can join in too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRKoesrvAJO84FGe9jBXbya5mHdLP7Iq8ZN5rfgPm7z3PE9RVvzh7Svu-1npFxJYDPohdKdBs742XdejHszG1Lexl_px7LxcgtZbtZobEyLSQ2H6RGv08LX9syns8Bj_kLFdL6h6KLfIx/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRKoesrvAJO84FGe9jBXbya5mHdLP7Iq8ZN5rfgPm7z3PE9RVvzh7Svu-1npFxJYDPohdKdBs742XdejHszG1Lexl_px7LxcgtZbtZobEyLSQ2H6RGv08LX9syns8Bj_kLFdL6h6KLfIx/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mae eventually grew tired of the festivities and Ty put her to sleep in this comfortable position... but he sure was proud of himself that he put her to sleep anyway.</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-64867759287128176262010-04-25T21:09:00.000-07:002010-04-25T21:09:14.329-07:00The Zoo in the Springtime<div style="text-align: center;">Ty's sister got us a year pass to the zoo for Christmas and we were so excited to get out there and start using it so as soon as the weather allowed, which was right before Easter, we were there! This was Mabel's first zoo trip and she was about as excited as any 5 month old would be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhlhvSYTSXAWSa-53Gv2hwvk4GME6wAATdKNH7nq8xHT__U0B-bGRtsucLeov4gP6oWUtWlmnYspVYN1GBZd-Phmpl3bpnnjPXCP0s_4q07VB8HmlpHRU_563iwC2AyRr6wqFSZkitUIs/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxhlhvSYTSXAWSa-53Gv2hwvk4GME6wAATdKNH7nq8xHT__U0B-bGRtsucLeov4gP6oWUtWlmnYspVYN1GBZd-Phmpl3bpnnjPXCP0s_4q07VB8HmlpHRU_563iwC2AyRr6wqFSZkitUIs/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She did really love to see the fish tank... that was probably her favorite.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">She was chasing this peacock. Ty had 2 peacock's that ran away when he was a boy, so Lorelai thinks every peacock she sees is daddies peacock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Lorelai was holding Mae's hand as we walked through the zoo and she was telling her all about the things we were seeing. It was very sweet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that was our zoo trip... I know you would expect to see pics of animals, but I have about 12 pictures of every animal in that zoo just due to the fact that we have been so many times so this time I only took kiddo pics. And let's be honest, they are cuter than the elephants anyway.</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-43313100547872409962010-01-23T00:18:00.000-08:002010-03-29T01:12:18.219-07:00Ooh Lincoln City... I Miss You!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All I wanted for my 30th birthday was to get away! So we packed our bags and headed south to Lincoln City, OR. It was the most absolutely perfect place for me to be before leaving my 20's. The house we rented was gorgeous and spacious and perfect. The weather was sunny and warm and perfect. The people we brought with us, Kim and Nancy were perfect. It was my most favorite weekend ever. I can't wait to go back again and again and again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the view from the rental. The sound of the ocean filled the whole house, it is such a powerful yet relaxing sound. I wish I could hear it every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first night, we got there a little late so we played some games and just hung out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lorelai's first experience with Candyland... super fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day it was 65 and sunny... unheard of on the Oregon coast in January. It was a birthday blessing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another birthday blessing is what a good baby I have! Super smiley even after a diaper blow out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mae loves to hang out near her favorite furry cousins, Tucker and Taz.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The entire weekend was so relaxing and there was so much time to do absolutely nothing and with Kim and Nancy there to play with Mae, I got some reading time in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday, we decided to take a day trip to the aquarium. It was probably the most lame aquarium we have been to, but it was still a fun outing. Mae spent the afternoon chewing on my hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These crabs were enormous! And they standing up like they were going to attack. Of course all I could hear in my head was "hey, hey, hey" from Nemo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They did have a really cool tunnel where you were surrounded by the aquarium. I love this picture, Lorelai was in such a state of wonder. Seeing the fish swimming all around her was amazing for her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My poor baby girl will always have a hard time finding pants that will cover up her entire bum. They will fit every other place, but her crack will always be out in the open.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Ty's favorite bridge. Doesn't look like much huh? That's what I thought... I try not to judge him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what Lorelai thinks about Ty's favorite bridge. hehe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All in all the weekend was just what I needed it to be. We cooked fabulous food, played games, laughed, took walks and just enjoyed every second. I wanna go back right now.</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-31362063250393837222010-01-11T01:23:00.000-08:002010-03-29T01:23:16.857-07:00My Girls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I took a quick shower and in that 5 minutes, Lorelai had climbed into Mae's playpen. Even with Mae being so young, they have so much fun together. Lorelai can be such a great big sister!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5yY-TvD6aakV8QDW7fYvkHX-wVvwl-7m2w9BZWSpZMvJlVsX5CrfeGvJffo7BYrWiO2GRZuanQUQbV0n3TOdFRDqIn5BPoNMzfjb6AztGbiXpfx4x9oallvMMSR_gfexWDQcYBuVFTsi/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5yY-TvD6aakV8QDW7fYvkHX-wVvwl-7m2w9BZWSpZMvJlVsX5CrfeGvJffo7BYrWiO2GRZuanQUQbV0n3TOdFRDqIn5BPoNMzfjb6AztGbiXpfx4x9oallvMMSR_gfexWDQcYBuVFTsi/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-1942674577732277842010-01-01T01:12:00.000-08:002010-03-29T01:18:56.351-07:00New Years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I imagine that many more of our New Years will be exactly like this years... at home with our babies. We had an appetizer fest; making wings, mini-pizzas, cheese sticks and jalapeno poppers. We played games and just had a really fun time together. Lorelai made it all the way until midnight and we banged on pots and pans.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me and my girls... even tho Mae's hat had fallen down. All 3 of us can't be perfect in one picture. :)<br />
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</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-65680325538849060202009-12-25T00:16:00.000-08:002010-03-29T00:17:18.889-07:00Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This year was especially special for us because it was our first Christmas with our Mabel! It was also our first year with 2 kids and Santa had to make a few changes as to the amount of gifts he brought. Wink wink, nudge nudge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Still I think Lorelai made out pretty darn good. I love wrapping presents and setting them all up... definitely one of the better perks of parenthood.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdTX8NeCMZSUqk3bbTJ_n4LcmQxl2VVjYFomTA0guGAkEz5PBMYqUws_sQjsakv6UIfz-CDyQOF_zQLVGQG_-A5l9gQ4lxm0tyie7JvBpJTJrXvpzOm1L86jZYjqq3AGeTJuJ8mN_vrw6/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdTX8NeCMZSUqk3bbTJ_n4LcmQxl2VVjYFomTA0guGAkEz5PBMYqUws_sQjsakv6UIfz-CDyQOF_zQLVGQG_-A5l9gQ4lxm0tyie7JvBpJTJrXvpzOm1L86jZYjqq3AGeTJuJ8mN_vrw6/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mae didn't do too shabby either, and although she didn't know one present from 100... the gifts that she got were things that she now, at 6 months old, LOVES!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7JEJEAcmcakwbNYsh3k9YyIPsr_pCA5NqDb3K2ItEYD7UaNmRrxfdYOS8HAIRjSAUtFESAVSQOl7nIcue9kJLcr7iCLDXSrY4UP6W94HCjszu-8PYOWxtqxw6okvhY-nUsRFrQwoEpwY/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7JEJEAcmcakwbNYsh3k9YyIPsr_pCA5NqDb3K2ItEYD7UaNmRrxfdYOS8HAIRjSAUtFESAVSQOl7nIcue9kJLcr7iCLDXSrY4UP6W94HCjszu-8PYOWxtqxw6okvhY-nUsRFrQwoEpwY/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think Lo might be a cheerleader when she grows up because she absolutely loves dressing up like a cheerleader, Santa must have known because he got her a new uniform.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the ONLY thing she asked for this year was Strawberry Shortcake... Santa got the memo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So did Nana and Papa because they outdid Santa and got her all outfitted for some serious Strawberry Shortcake play.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyone who knows Lorelai, knows that she loves to dress up like animals, hair clippies like a rabbit are perfect!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">There were no pics of Mae... probably because she slept right through. She was such a super sleeper at 2 months that there are hardly any pics of her at all... she was always asleep! </div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-66651918202754127862009-12-19T23:45:00.000-08:002010-03-28T23:55:53.263-07:00Dance Recital<div style="text-align: center;">Lorelai has been in dance since the summer and finally we got to see all her hard work at her very first recital. Of course, they just mostly stood there and smiled and forgot their steps... but so incredibly cute anyway. I mean, Lorelai was obviously the best dancer up there, but I might be slightly biased. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is the proud Daddy with his 2 girls</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously enough to melt your heart into a big ol' puddle...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I chose this pic because my little girl is so well endowed in the rear. I love her little bubble butt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She did a great job, I cant wait to see how her dancing progresses and what area she decides to go in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were a couple of new little people at our holiday this year... Miss Addi was not only here but in a high chair eating real food. How fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For a very brief moment in time, Mae was a thumb sucker. I am sad that this didn't last, but in the long run, I am positive it's a good thing. Thank goodness I will always have the pics to remind me.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_6Pzh-ls2FYWHBE5R4IXPE0lhSY13PJ3KTU94uGb8OkC9P7HzzKj7WDZ_vZW9gyPSb_1TmBnVfLP9FcLgCRInCCKdi57t1_W0s20qlcqDsLI6_iMMioX4TNO92kSr99oYVSI0ffc3nsV/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_6Pzh-ls2FYWHBE5R4IXPE0lhSY13PJ3KTU94uGb8OkC9P7HzzKj7WDZ_vZW9gyPSb_1TmBnVfLP9FcLgCRInCCKdi57t1_W0s20qlcqDsLI6_iMMioX4TNO92kSr99oYVSI0ffc3nsV/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" /></a>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-10201777375560580482009-11-21T23:45:00.000-08:002010-03-28T23:57:20.495-07:00Soccer!Along with dance, gymnastics and preschool, I put Lorelai in soccer so that her and Ty would have an activity Saturday mornings together. Mostly so I could sleep in with Mae. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok, no one believed me or my mom that Mae was smiling at just a few weeks old... but here ya go. You tell me she isn't looking at her Nana and smiling? I like Lorelai's smile in this too. hehe</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KcEkh8Tz2PYTlXPTo2Omra5KIgp8iv3vfI0IahCYIhOVqOKgZKNtD-c4ebthNjRdgPM3Mi4AW7YI_eE40nXGNZmHOr234oCs7LQUjpsie9eXnLb-0o0RmIGfwQKqjvsWPJdewaQmX2Cb/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KcEkh8Tz2PYTlXPTo2Omra5KIgp8iv3vfI0IahCYIhOVqOKgZKNtD-c4ebthNjRdgPM3Mi4AW7YI_eE40nXGNZmHOr234oCs7LQUjpsie9eXnLb-0o0RmIGfwQKqjvsWPJdewaQmX2Cb/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's my beautiful sister! Amy was a complete life saver with Lorelai. There were more than a few times I got tears in my eyes because she was so sweet and so patient with Lorelai when Lorelai wasn't exactly exhibiting the type of behavior that would make you want to be sweet and patient with her. She is such a great mom and nothing phases her, I envy that so much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I knew there was no costume small enough for Mae, so I opted for a swaddle blanket and hat (that was still too big) to turn her into a watermelon. But seriously, how cute are they??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our visit to Grammas house. Considering the year Gramma has had, we are so very lucky to have another Halloween with her. And many more to come!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love this pic. First of all, Uncle Paul hesitates holding newborns and I have tortured him with both, you can kind of tell :) But look at Lorelai... staring so intently. What a fantastic moment captured. I love it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Lorelai's bestie, Sophia. They have been friends since before they were walking, and have seen each other every Halloween too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And finally...TADA! We were lucky enough to have our Nana this Halloween. She was here for Mabel's birth and Yay! We got her for Halloween. Definitely not something that happens every year, so we are so fortunate to have this memory!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRhI6If9Y4KAyD7bz31NbhJzO3nxw7J_kK4ysZVp-c_IPzeVrzzgQwLAH_SHTuo06aFSJOGRaP0iX5t_i0dMaYTegDfg4Dahmo85OGIfEhZxpBNaogwMQ1Vg1Z23BBgcyTQBbVuGOJk52/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRhI6If9Y4KAyD7bz31NbhJzO3nxw7J_kK4ysZVp-c_IPzeVrzzgQwLAH_SHTuo06aFSJOGRaP0iX5t_i0dMaYTegDfg4Dahmo85OGIfEhZxpBNaogwMQ1Vg1Z23BBgcyTQBbVuGOJk52/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-6809182732813788792009-10-12T20:49:00.000-07:002010-03-28T23:58:54.196-07:00Mabel's BirthWow... 9 long months of nausea, puking, mystery rashes, hernia, acid reflux, esophagitis, ER visits, weight retention and who knows what I am forgetting. Of course there were so many good things... I absolutely love being pregnant. I love feeling the kicks, I love having the life grow in me, so I would obviously do it over again. Call me crazy! :)<br />
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</div><div>I was convinced that I wasn't able to go into labor on my own and just like every 9 month pregnant lady, I got super antsy towards the end. But, just as labor goes, I started getting really bad contractions and bloody show on the night of the 11th. Since I was induced with Lorelai, my reaction was to freak out. If you had been on the outside looking in without volume, you would think there was a fire. My great aunt and uncle were here for a visit and I felt horrible to break it up after 15 minutes... but I was freaking. Everyone dispersed... Ty was collecting things, I was panicking... mom was trying to calm me down. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Kim and Nancy were going to watch Lo and were on their way, but again... there was a fire... I was freaking... so my aunt and uncle sat with Lo until they got there. We arrived at the hospital and got settled into a room. They hooked me up to moniter my contractions, which were pretty strong and regular. The nurse asked my pain management goals and before I really knew what I was saying, I heard myself utter the words "natural childbirth". I hadn't made a choice one way or the other so I was surprised I was so quick to blurt it out, but I'm a daring girl... figured I'd roll with it for a while.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Hours and days and years passed... ok, maybe just hours, but holy cow it felt like forever. It was rush rush rush and everyone come to the hospital and then as I'm laying in the bed with everyone staring at me like "ok, we're ready!" Well, Mabel was not ready. So as the time went on, people gave up on me and left the hospital. All that was left was Nancy, Mom and Ty. My mom and I walked the hallways, stopping as the contractions got worse and worse. Since I was having natural childbirth, I wasn't hooked up to anything and was able to take a bath. I never understood people who had water births, but now I get it. The water relieves so much of the pain!</div><div><br />
</div><div>After my first bath I was hurting bad and when I get hurting, I get GROUCHY! I was getting the hospital gown back on and a HORRID contraction came on. Ty came into the bathroom to tell me there was a nurse change and they wanted to talk to me. Seriously? I'm in the middle of a contraction, doubled over in pain, trying to breathe through it and this man, the one who did this to me in the first place, wants me to walk into the room and talk to the nurses because of a shift change? Needless to say, not nice things came out of my mouth, things that would offend most truckers. I say most because there are those ones that murder hookers and stuff them in the cargo area... I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have offended them.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So after the shift change, I was back to walking, swaying, cursing. In that order. Questioning myself but I've already said "natural childbirth" and the nurses were encouraging me and being so nice... so I kept up the charade and acted like I wanted to do this. Meanwhile "stupid, stupid, stupid" was running through my head.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Then the bomb hit... or at least that's what it felt like and suddenly the pain was more than I could bare. I knew it was time to push but wanted, no needed something to take it ease it. I don't think any mother could put the pain into words. I would imagine sticking a burning hot iron fire poker up into the nether regions would feel pretty good comparatively. The nurse got authorization to put something into my iv. To this day, I don't remember what it was. I do know it wasn't anything that took even a shred of the pain away, but it did make my head float above my body so I was able to think it through and stay in the moment.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I should mention that the nurse that was currently on duty had a nurse in training with her. This poor, poor nurse had no idea what was coming to her. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So my head is floating, they are putting my legs in stir-ups... I know my mouth is saying things I have NEVER said before in my life and I am unable to control it. I know I am embarrassing my mom and Ty because they both have this uneasy look on their face. The same look they would have if I came out of the bathroom naked in a 4 star restaurant. But I have no control, so I don't spend much time trying. I start pushing and the doctor isn't there yet and I hear someone say "stop pushing until the doctor gets here" and I really lost it. I have half of a head poking out of my vagina and you want me to stop pushing until it's more convenient for them???? NO WAY! Luckily it was at that second the doc walked in and I could resume pushing. </div><div><br />
</div><div>This is when the poor, poor NIT (nurse in training) comes into play because it was at that second that I shot a cannon of amniotic fluid all over that poor girl. Down her legs, I'm pretty sure I heard sloshing in her shoes as she walked away with the most mortified look on her face. I'm pretty sure nothing that had happened to her in her life had prepared her for that moment. </div><div>I instantly went into apologies, but there was no time because Mabel was a few pushes away. More pain and I'm telling my mom "this is just stupid, absolutely stupid" and "why am I doing this" and then the last shot of pain and she was here. Perfect, little 7lb 9 oz little Mabel. Looking nothing like her sister but weighing only a 2 ounces less and 1/2 inch taller. It was amazing, just like with Lorelai. </div><div><br />
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</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI62Lus-9fCPzK0fxEeOw-JGZMK2bfQMC9B3LQDt-h_vmn2vdRrh8Tmwt9oZNVmplzpyhlnG6rbmLad95_Ddox6bLDPIalO7JmYRnd2WneKZyeV2ATHlDzuJ29yLn0e1etqE87SQPRWNO/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423492845563036530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI62Lus-9fCPzK0fxEeOw-JGZMK2bfQMC9B3LQDt-h_vmn2vdRrh8Tmwt9oZNVmplzpyhlnG6rbmLad95_Ddox6bLDPIalO7JmYRnd2WneKZyeV2ATHlDzuJ29yLn0e1etqE87SQPRWNO/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>In the hours that followed there was a stream of people in and out to meet little Mabel but then the nurse and the NIT came in and told me I needed to go to the bathroom and get changed. Again, to this nurse, I am SOOOO sorry because as they stood me up, we quickly learned that the blood had been pooling inside me and there was a downpour. It splashed all over the poor nurse that had just changed into new scrubs. Again, the look on her face is burned into my memory and I am quite certain I am the worst patient she has ever encountered. Then my head started to float again and they were telling me to do things but I couldn't think quick enough and there was blood all over and wow. That was almost worse than the birth.</div><div><br />
</div><div>But then there was Mae... so sweet and little and REFUSING TO SLEEP!!! I hadn't slept at all the night before and I just had natural child birth and I was tired. Everyone had left to sleep and there I was with a baby that wouldn't sleep. She was crying and just wanted to suck and suck. The nurse came in and tried to get her to sleep and was unsuccessful, so she called in the lactation nurse that finally got her to sleep with the shooshing in her ear and a pacifier. She tucked her in next to me and we slept for an hour or so. </div><div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyA5sZ6o_ErA1TbdWGUiWslq5EUehAKiMISgZ_M9v_aA7xbCXrxFIkPac_kZATsFp_H0mBoHcnQzsGsfTG18sgST8zB4A9X6X7fDccALRTao6BhjwoGM38_LHM27Y0OsdctEmzOd77Up7/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423492864020593218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyA5sZ6o_ErA1TbdWGUiWslq5EUehAKiMISgZ_M9v_aA7xbCXrxFIkPac_kZATsFp_H0mBoHcnQzsGsfTG18sgST8zB4A9X6X7fDccALRTao6BhjwoGM38_LHM27Y0OsdctEmzOd77Up7/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div>Lorelai was so quick to love her sister but so quick to get jealous too. She had been everyone's center of attention for so long and suddenly mom was glued to this baby and everyone is making a fuss over her. That started about 10 weeks of hell. Things are much, much better now. But for an entire 10 weeks, my 3 year old was replaced with the devil himself. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkD7LzpKagt6qqfQOBJakv_ijg3qeikt19HDBZOYqzYqhVjppTlmWMFzOLODZ81-YtZVh_Wz71q6SKmyFOngP8snN3gTATyjZW9XM5dsMKbhDIsK0JpD9wwHKhImM_wh3XSMLyJUOz5YV/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423492853953830866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkD7LzpKagt6qqfQOBJakv_ijg3qeikt19HDBZOYqzYqhVjppTlmWMFzOLODZ81-YtZVh_Wz71q6SKmyFOngP8snN3gTATyjZW9XM5dsMKbhDIsK0JpD9wwHKhImM_wh3XSMLyJUOz5YV/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Anyway, that's neither here nor there because this Mae's birth story and that's how it went. Sorry for the detail, I have a bad memory and I wanted to remember every detail I have hung onto for 12 weeks. I'm sure there is much, much more that I have forgotten... but that's probably for the best. So she's here, our little Mabel Campbell Walker. She is so sweet and so kind and so quiet and is ALREADY SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT, so of course she's my favorite kid already. Just kidding mom... Lorelai is smarter so she's my favorite. ;) Ty is going to make fun of me for the next part, but we are so truly blessed. Both our girls are so beautiful and smart and easy to love. Can't wait for the next one! Right Ty????</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-4788814534303853952009-09-22T22:26:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:42:03.084-07:00The Baby Shower!<div>My baby shower was so amazingly fun. The games were so incredibly fun. We were put in pairs and had to match up little tiny baby socks. I was pretty confident since I'm pretty sure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lorelai</span> has never owned 2 pairs of socks that were the same... we did good, but Laura and Kim still beat us. They were the hosts, so I got the prize anyway. :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZ6c4wKxHEEJH3jr0I2xqBcPWC3qSej-u7oG90AEZjRNZ-iN6mHxwsmpWO_GCjYqh6an2iCao42K_9WRyVSHUMQxqMhZGVstf5t8pJy41Hha0ud5-I6RFKCJl0JzkDTVul643q2xHlLzV/s1600-h/IMG_5039.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/AVvXsEgtZ6c4wKxHEEJH3jr0I2xqBcPWC3qSej-u7oG90AEZjRNZ-iN6mHxwsmpWO_GCjYqh6an2iCao42K_9WRyVSHUMQxqMhZGVstf5t8pJy41Hha0ud5-I6RFKCJl0JzkDTVul643q2xHlLzV/s320/IMG_5039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384530577335999042" /></a>The next game was pairing up and feeding each other an entire jar of baby food. Whoever got through the jar the quickest won. This is Nancy's face after tasting her baby food. I made it through one bite and ended up dry heaving in the bathroom. It was mac and cheese flavored apparently but I have a very weak gag reflux while I am pregnant... so it did NOT go well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0vBSmy8X42TVed9S0YOBi9P4XiuPo6z2B9rgGuDduXJ7kAnkHkKbdpUTnllvW_ucdfuHrWNDkYDbzo8oTeoDEHgDwY1rVA3jZ6lbZolcKWnVDcfSQg0smYDV9e-lhTkMcKIpP2hBvoID/s1600-h/IMG_5036.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/AVvXsEiH0vBSmy8X42TVed9S0YOBi9P4XiuPo6z2B9rgGuDduXJ7kAnkHkKbdpUTnllvW_ucdfuHrWNDkYDbzo8oTeoDEHgDwY1rVA3jZ6lbZolcKWnVDcfSQg0smYDV9e-lhTkMcKIpP2hBvoID/s320/IMG_5036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384530572191386882" /></a>I will never forget how funny it was watching everyone else eat this disgusting baby food. This was the best baby shower game that I will reuse for anyone I get to throw a shower for in the future... beware!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXLlyPzDCNzClivro70IBg6s1Jg5U8DJckfSJRytT58lQf-S_A_vjwvuTh3WNbbNa8BjO-oxd7Ibfx6tlKta8N5PfUN2eQnhpAJHRdTchXzTZZZGzBWel7QkjDQ0jn9mZN2bpK-W2yiY8/s1600-h/IMG_5034.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/AVvXsEhlXLlyPzDCNzClivro70IBg6s1Jg5U8DJckfSJRytT58lQf-S_A_vjwvuTh3WNbbNa8BjO-oxd7Ibfx6tlKta8N5PfUN2eQnhpAJHRdTchXzTZZZGzBWel7QkjDQ0jn9mZN2bpK-W2yiY8/s320/IMG_5034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384530559566034930" /></a>There was also a purse <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">treasure</span> hunt. I have EVERYTHING in my purse, but I just barely had cleaned it out and lost at this game too. Laura really did have everything... EVERYTHING! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haha</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2n0V_WoIEPsO0r5Nqtj6zuZwFMxBMLqALsyRaBDR7si_cxO9EX9OFLBlt-UNtkqOuVQELN4H5OK0dGoUCrrIB_sq5x8fdC_y-DhkN7JN7ikpO6YdgK2WPhMEJAWxW0rDWxhyphenhyphenrBbFNlDT/s1600-h/IMG_5032.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/AVvXsEhf2n0V_WoIEPsO0r5Nqtj6zuZwFMxBMLqALsyRaBDR7si_cxO9EX9OFLBlt-UNtkqOuVQELN4H5OK0dGoUCrrIB_sq5x8fdC_y-DhkN7JN7ikpO6YdgK2WPhMEJAWxW0rDWxhyphenhyphenrBbFNlDT/s320/IMG_5032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384530545403691490" /></a>I want to put up the picture of my cake, but it was a little on the racy side so I will refrain. Let's just say it had a barbie giving birth on it. That's why I love my friends, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">such a</span> great sense of humor.<div><br /></div><div>Thanks girls! I love you!</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-32519312044430443452009-09-22T22:13:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:26:22.858-07:00Zoo Trip with Nana<div>I wish there was a way to show how cool the penguin tank was. It was awesome to see them swimming all over from the top and underneath water!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLqcVTv4cySLQqVtrE44dAVDN1CGuYS513yoU9tAvSYvYzqe23zs0uOCESONp6NzoERilkeY2TeZ5trLGmP_2NE72HvDQREFGNjo1f_QXMk-YTC5cTCmak1jvjSOllbxoIQoVg7LcRWSJ/s1600-h/IMG_5021.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/AVvXsEgRLqcVTv4cySLQqVtrE44dAVDN1CGuYS513yoU9tAvSYvYzqe23zs0uOCESONp6NzoERilkeY2TeZ5trLGmP_2NE72HvDQREFGNjo1f_QXMk-YTC5cTCmak1jvjSOllbxoIQoVg7LcRWSJ/s320/IMG_5021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384528369298710978" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span>, I had to take this pic!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EBxAiNX34HfuzHOGYOXrz3yXMoHbuZ4qMtsCrka_5adnF5tB1maViD_6yLBur2OY0Zsnf_jPAJZnk-xMykWjt5IhUGJ6kkeToVg0a7NNUVXdiUxZhrQhdz0X0j0QsnfhUGpZIygUno_c/s1600-h/IMG_5023.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/AVvXsEj3EBxAiNX34HfuzHOGYOXrz3yXMoHbuZ4qMtsCrka_5adnF5tB1maViD_6yLBur2OY0Zsnf_jPAJZnk-xMykWjt5IhUGJ6kkeToVg0a7NNUVXdiUxZhrQhdz0X0j0QsnfhUGpZIygUno_c/s320/IMG_5023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384528352315112946" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lorelai</span> is so in love with animals, particularly hippos, rhinos, giraffes and zebras. She saw this giant hippo and freaked out. She totally ended up with her foot stuck in mud, but I had to let her do it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD1pABj8m07MaXdmEcp4Zw9Y-dA-JSF_1eagYY9vsM9CAVCisBepBb20FqgwjLIR8uaDm5HABKWY6oqZ9VDcsZIca4NNQz2w7ap6GCnfYJn8qm45VOtwXD9G0lItOuHAWhdoPui72OiOp/s1600-h/IMG_5024.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/AVvXsEiuD1pABj8m07MaXdmEcp4Zw9Y-dA-JSF_1eagYY9vsM9CAVCisBepBb20FqgwjLIR8uaDm5HABKWY6oqZ9VDcsZIca4NNQz2w7ap6GCnfYJn8qm45VOtwXD9G0lItOuHAWhdoPui72OiOp/s320/IMG_5024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384528343964074850" /></a>Here's my little giraffe with the giraffes. She met her most idolized animal, it was such a great moment. They let you feed the giraffe for $5 but the line was SO long and we eventually gave up. I will have to take her back on a weekday and try again. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQQIFUZNpt9UlelbrIyU1hT6vCiIJgOKxBXsWmeHmRGzUE_3uwj-R0Xa1ppRvigRp5W8hg_ox9Ynda33Vr26956GRT6obep8YzYBP-e0tRGVF8JUWR1z4j8FtSfbovpRamL-Jk1yLwSNf/s1600-h/IMG_5027.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/AVvXsEgmQQIFUZNpt9UlelbrIyU1hT6vCiIJgOKxBXsWmeHmRGzUE_3uwj-R0Xa1ppRvigRp5W8hg_ox9Ynda33Vr26956GRT6obep8YzYBP-e0tRGVF8JUWR1z4j8FtSfbovpRamL-Jk1yLwSNf/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384528333965217026" /></a>No zoo trip is complete without a carousel ride!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjeoWQ1WdXC-a52iieZFzDqyr0rMLZIajr73ORIQPks7AicFtPS-iv6JCqoaQ34K0wQHjYa4CW2QJ_X7YTgcnfEte-e0nbJfO-10ezgWuKUjA4x5NFPFVCU3_smAg-yz8W0a91H04k_cgT/s1600-h/IMG_5030.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/AVvXsEgjeoWQ1WdXC-a52iieZFzDqyr0rMLZIajr73ORIQPks7AicFtPS-iv6JCqoaQ34K0wQHjYa4CW2QJ_X7YTgcnfEte-e0nbJfO-10ezgWuKUjA4x5NFPFVCU3_smAg-yz8W0a91H04k_cgT/s320/IMG_5030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384528322125821474" /></a><br />My mom tried to surprise me for my baby shower, I ended up finding out, but I was just as happy as I would have if I had been surprised. I couldn't believe she was coming just for the shower. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ahh</span>, it was a breath of fresh air! While she was here, we went to the Woodland Park zoo. I haven't been to that zoo yet, so it was fun to experience it for the first time with Nana.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-41660423301209327752009-09-22T22:01:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:13:49.819-07:00Painting Lo's Big Girl Room<div>We've been finishing the basement in order to give the girls their own rooms. We decided to move Lorelai downstairs since I'll be up with the baby at night, so better to keep her on the same level as the master bedroom. We have included Lorelai in on every decision with her room to make it an easier transition for her. That includes paint color, she chose orange. We only did one wall the darker orange and the other 3 a lighter version. Lorelai wanted to help, so I gave her a paintbrush and let her at it! Of course she drew pictures. :) The picture on the far right is of me with Mabel in my belly, such a great picture! I was sad to cover it up!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhph-PNukgmQjE2enTQGDEnPaq7WKu3zBiZdQG1Y3kp0PJNcV0cTx90s7aBy5u-javdPMvp6xmEoTOsLQfOo0rUyaYe08B3ZSmUgMF96aembZsSvgBZ2QTbcn6GBUv6ogJvfsxEMSMv0wVs/s1600-h/IMG_5018.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/AVvXsEhph-PNukgmQjE2enTQGDEnPaq7WKu3zBiZdQG1Y3kp0PJNcV0cTx90s7aBy5u-javdPMvp6xmEoTOsLQfOo0rUyaYe08B3ZSmUgMF96aembZsSvgBZ2QTbcn6GBUv6ogJvfsxEMSMv0wVs/s320/IMG_5018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384524438590345474" /></a>She wasn't too much help, but she felt great about helping!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMTlyr6V8DmypXqXTk77UcTqWtuDBmYRK1d3-5OF5L44GKjPCHLKCwdYUX8tWP3_2G9k7faFqGbqc1FkqpQm0fcHE81sUGzQWpCpTR8RoNpNntU92YP9NoCaVMB5hBlWmHJ2EcNU9Mw1Xk/s1600-h/IMG_5019.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/AVvXsEhMTlyr6V8DmypXqXTk77UcTqWtuDBmYRK1d3-5OF5L44GKjPCHLKCwdYUX8tWP3_2G9k7faFqGbqc1FkqpQm0fcHE81sUGzQWpCpTR8RoNpNntU92YP9NoCaVMB5hBlWmHJ2EcNU9Mw1Xk/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384524424440878226" /></a>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-84747518765976052652009-09-22T21:06:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:47:07.758-07:00Grandparents Weekend!<div>Ty's grandparents came for a visit at the beginning of August. They haven't seen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lorelai</span> in a long time and it was their first meeting with Addison. What a fun visit we had with them!</div><div><br /></div><div>We went to the Port Townsend airport cafe for breakfast, this day Lo was a zebra and not a giraffe. She likes to change it up occasionally.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOf-34VOLh47i1b-KAkScfNh1TOuvLDGIjxTL1ZL85qX6wqb_eYG0oLSNp_ltEvoXIPpl05atou3RC33YiI7kuovJvZaJ14BLMYee3RDChPIbKrqL04B0x4gL0PSsCUssvPeAlcffVSPe/s1600-h/IMG_4967.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/AVvXsEgLOf-34VOLh47i1b-KAkScfNh1TOuvLDGIjxTL1ZL85qX6wqb_eYG0oLSNp_ltEvoXIPpl05atou3RC33YiI7kuovJvZaJ14BLMYee3RDChPIbKrqL04B0x4gL0PSsCUssvPeAlcffVSPe/s320/IMG_4967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510979927120642" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lorelai</span> loves it when she finds new people who think she is amazing and cute. She turns "on" and performs a show the whole time. It's so cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfol4tLaTVmPPos8w4NAFGSyBblLz6Tw2H7khQRelrnk80cRCm912eHyjTNtWmdH-laVPwnyTkG8ZldRZqw3LXqZdYmyPkkmQeeGX4r4WJGj3iAIRBhZbAs50aEmPEZEwFhyphenhyphen_UWEgU31UH/s1600-h/IMG_4968.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/AVvXsEjfol4tLaTVmPPos8w4NAFGSyBblLz6Tw2H7khQRelrnk80cRCm912eHyjTNtWmdH-laVPwnyTkG8ZldRZqw3LXqZdYmyPkkmQeeGX4r4WJGj3iAIRBhZbAs50aEmPEZEwFhyphenhyphen_UWEgU31UH/s320/IMG_4968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510971573194018" /></a>She definitely found a friend in Grandpa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgra3F_aneQpLVQ9SIH6v5I-9HZSEmGj_AkR51VLD_-Iz_u2TS_hhC4iGup6Jr39SvJshpbYk4I6YZvN9HrTfP2nN88KNSyBwImqioTn5Cz9kLI3QJ-6GQ_nSe3ThBSsqWsFIKPsh3jblbd/s1600-h/IMG_4969.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/AVvXsEgra3F_aneQpLVQ9SIH6v5I-9HZSEmGj_AkR51VLD_-Iz_u2TS_hhC4iGup6Jr39SvJshpbYk4I6YZvN9HrTfP2nN88KNSyBwImqioTn5Cz9kLI3QJ-6GQ_nSe3ThBSsqWsFIKPsh3jblbd/s320/IMG_4969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510962400392466" /></a>Someday she will look back and wonder why I let her leave the house in zebra ears... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haha</span>. I will always crack up looking back at this phase.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0qu_DAiyeBJeLhishhyxW4NQgNsIjKUItgamNO0VM8Ba2IuLy3OmQxw3Ipc_WA0onfVajPwkxajt8979PBJOI4ZjUGmAQCuzjBoq_PjyXy683_dwdSlBM0IsLH9kLFbgylYh0fdZQAZP/s1600-h/IMG_4970.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/AVvXsEjG0qu_DAiyeBJeLhishhyxW4NQgNsIjKUItgamNO0VM8Ba2IuLy3OmQxw3Ipc_WA0onfVajPwkxajt8979PBJOI4ZjUGmAQCuzjBoq_PjyXy683_dwdSlBM0IsLH9kLFbgylYh0fdZQAZP/s320/IMG_4970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510955051956450" /></a>We went to the beach in Port Townsend and it was COLD that day, but that definitely has never and will never stop Lo from jumping right on in. She would go all the way up to her chest and freak Grandma out. Grandma Jeanne has a fear of water and to see Lo so comfortable seriously was giving her heart palpitations. There were a few times I made Ty go in after her too... she really has no fear!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCU0qNmnvpTDB-NWHaKnMvmsFMk6kBEIF5I3de4h8zDsPN16XPen-Kt7EDk5zoq3XHSmECuqVOPdeXa-NNyx8iWydJFKa_Kd4WjslIEShYQELLCrGXz-iKGAagxzrwN76bt5WRkwub9SJ/s1600-h/IMG_4971.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/AVvXsEhrCU0qNmnvpTDB-NWHaKnMvmsFMk6kBEIF5I3de4h8zDsPN16XPen-Kt7EDk5zoq3XHSmECuqVOPdeXa-NNyx8iWydJFKa_Kd4WjslIEShYQELLCrGXz-iKGAagxzrwN76bt5WRkwub9SJ/s320/IMG_4971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510948198172754" /></a>Some new glasses Grandma Jeanne got her<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYnUjIg9pjcy31AIU5TICoBVFu_hL4whQILzZwRcV0Tc-pxkGRDaqg2Jw-DjrDSvyxCj6WYUSMzTltFa79bibXPmWoLJ0IwMsf_3oEwMrEUENYKh1-KfMh78d7GpenPB7mG8yGNNO4JNK/s1600-h/IMG_4976.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/AVvXsEinYnUjIg9pjcy31AIU5TICoBVFu_hL4whQILzZwRcV0Tc-pxkGRDaqg2Jw-DjrDSvyxCj6WYUSMzTltFa79bibXPmWoLJ0IwMsf_3oEwMrEUENYKh1-KfMh78d7GpenPB7mG8yGNNO4JNK/s320/IMG_4976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510547451275602" /></a>I LOVE seeing her with Ty's dad. They are like 2 peas in a pod, seriously the best of friends. She looks up to him and adores him so much. She wants to be just like Grandpa when she grows up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifJnf8Y3RNqdbvWZG0jWZfIbmz_Mx8cW-yaWh9R2qRKZ1zhmg3NPJ5cab-Qj0J0EHl_jvdfc3pPcdfVY5gvd_6Y3rY4qhYo4EC3f106ksnnyjapDi0gYizSieGEGgj5Vm6aGZwuBLqPXM7/s1600-h/IMG_4977.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/AVvXsEifJnf8Y3RNqdbvWZG0jWZfIbmz_Mx8cW-yaWh9R2qRKZ1zhmg3NPJ5cab-Qj0J0EHl_jvdfc3pPcdfVY5gvd_6Y3rY4qhYo4EC3f106ksnnyjapDi0gYizSieGEGgj5Vm6aGZwuBLqPXM7/s320/IMG_4977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510539715855922" /></a>They have so much fun together, Grandpa is not afraid to give into his inner 3 year old and play right on her level. She is so lucky to have him in her life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxXX7lsGJlG628HVwGLOvAj_M6RqrX6UlNms8-QEEHRfRb2jyBtr-2U8EnqlrzH3w02ShHixIWMiyhzMedoXi_Cl5ygnR9kOASEO1cEUw7qIycLIHHwvBcE05hTeisLGoGAlD2rnghIcG/s1600-h/IMG_4978.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/AVvXsEhcxXX7lsGJlG628HVwGLOvAj_M6RqrX6UlNms8-QEEHRfRb2jyBtr-2U8EnqlrzH3w02ShHixIWMiyhzMedoXi_Cl5ygnR9kOASEO1cEUw7qIycLIHHwvBcE05hTeisLGoGAlD2rnghIcG/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510528516650290" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lorelai</span> wanted me to bury her. When I got done, she was so excited! It very quickly turned to panic when she realized she couldn't move.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Rd34mxZGyfTvBcoX1DndT6GA0Hvkwci5hFvTlu6zVTFkQBYQkUhK0Y-jMSnalHsoHM24xMHEGEZK8pxblZFWWpP-T6aIijLwbFJl590de-2nj4t_a1lXCjuECe02QRLIGWl5pCdyTLQ6/s1600-h/IMG_4980.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/AVvXsEg3Rd34mxZGyfTvBcoX1DndT6GA0Hvkwci5hFvTlu6zVTFkQBYQkUhK0Y-jMSnalHsoHM24xMHEGEZK8pxblZFWWpP-T6aIijLwbFJl590de-2nj4t_a1lXCjuECe02QRLIGWl5pCdyTLQ6/s320/IMG_4980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510519066240770" /></a>And there's the panic. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">haha</span>. Don't worry, I didn't make her suffer for long. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfEVTR_J-rcAtJsPNo-OYpPfPqwTX6FXXY8_XkVO9cjFhDtoaDk4yrjZXAU7re41mM-qANp4TpM5R5_cyzAEccBZdGlMqXf52x4Y5VGlKBW36AJXuPQ0izhv9bR7UC9lHUoxqPQYFYrcc7/s1600-h/IMG_4982.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/AVvXsEgfEVTR_J-rcAtJsPNo-OYpPfPqwTX6FXXY8_XkVO9cjFhDtoaDk4yrjZXAU7re41mM-qANp4TpM5R5_cyzAEccBZdGlMqXf52x4Y5VGlKBW36AJXuPQ0izhv9bR7UC9lHUoxqPQYFYrcc7/s320/IMG_4982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510509510434642" /></a>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-24936503793079991322009-09-22T20:57:00.000-07:002009-09-22T21:06:22.169-07:00Whaling Days Parade<div>July 25th we went to the Whaling Days Parade in Silverdale. It was seriously 90 degrees that day and being pregnant, it was not the best situation ever. Um, not to mention this parade lasted 2 and a half hours... no joke. Lorelai loved every second of it and that's what counts right? Luckily, my wonderful husband went to Sears and bought me a camp chair so I didn't have to suffer on the ground.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-CalWJnZFQ0Ef6kC_vYXdEX1PqmaXFATkySfC4gpJ_H0brjjFAN8_zIPf5NF14F6KhJ72H6q9V9rtMs7yBDUXAid6Uqf7D_Pp1tPiRw4ytjNk04_WN4bACAgG8o7xnRWyqwOOSMDVM5q/s1600-h/IMG_4955.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/AVvXsEiP-CalWJnZFQ0Ef6kC_vYXdEX1PqmaXFATkySfC4gpJ_H0brjjFAN8_zIPf5NF14F6KhJ72H6q9V9rtMs7yBDUXAid6Uqf7D_Pp1tPiRw4ytjNk04_WN4bACAgG8o7xnRWyqwOOSMDVM5q/s320/IMG_4955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384508517736192754" /></a>Ty's sister and my neice, Addison, came too. She slept right on through the entire parade except for a few moments we got to play with her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLhkn_oK0pckoAl1ibZSjsPNv4F9LChJfBF1qP5ytyHllxORBZ2MXoPjLhZwhyKrUkpj9TRsKKBNQfk-U9ZxJ1KF1goddLVrwgiTnHql-47C7VYlO-jkwTYytQySU1dXCVzh4rCHgsuMY/s1600-h/IMG_4959.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/AVvXsEjpLhkn_oK0pckoAl1ibZSjsPNv4F9LChJfBF1qP5ytyHllxORBZ2MXoPjLhZwhyKrUkpj9TRsKKBNQfk-U9ZxJ1KF1goddLVrwgiTnHql-47C7VYlO-jkwTYytQySU1dXCVzh4rCHgsuMY/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384508505005596658" /></a>Waiting for the parade to begin.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLk6zVfQ3a3wwVMrfsRZF4i3igaZqsS_VPF-kCoTZIO4nZkqTIupX7YXbWGJ0DzAakJTew6hc9xL4cWeOXhCM5jGEYbTbVhGFYWJzw0rHhEZqgjCtW4GvN9gMK1GTzT9UGEKNQlBJVYgSE/s1600-h/IMG_4960.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/AVvXsEgLk6zVfQ3a3wwVMrfsRZF4i3igaZqsS_VPF-kCoTZIO4nZkqTIupX7YXbWGJ0DzAakJTew6hc9xL4cWeOXhCM5jGEYbTbVhGFYWJzw0rHhEZqgjCtW4GvN9gMK1GTzT9UGEKNQlBJVYgSE/s320/IMG_4960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384508492951706242" /></a>Honorary fire kid! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1KjoScgo7XcmL-y3fAsmXNJAMzAbbqN6WiCMmuZwAreWNvVCepvVU5oxXfhi82NtMwf9Jfb9rbIIsNStG_pew0rxoEEk59KPgk3jAc-TwoAibxs52RWg4NXkDuIBkyKFyH7ITrAaI1aT/s1600-h/IMG_4961.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/AVvXsEir1KjoScgo7XcmL-y3fAsmXNJAMzAbbqN6WiCMmuZwAreWNvVCepvVU5oxXfhi82NtMwf9Jfb9rbIIsNStG_pew0rxoEEk59KPgk3jAc-TwoAibxs52RWg4NXkDuIBkyKFyH7ITrAaI1aT/s320/IMG_4961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384508483438683938" /></a>Her poor heat face, luckily I remembered sunscreen so she didn't burn to a crisp, but we were all a little heat stricken by the end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7w-4yFfKEkwmTf-XKYGOt-TCr0KRo59huzJ_3T_R7usBkSfOKA465_5OAoh4HV3giF64umntEzFAPIHanf9Vt0Hnn3uoPm9k-OAPCiPmYosck4pZKxk3Y3EWzHS2vNJRFdGHBaNtfcSq/s1600-h/IMG_4962.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/AVvXsEgo7w-4yFfKEkwmTf-XKYGOt-TCr0KRo59huzJ_3T_R7usBkSfOKA465_5OAoh4HV3giF64umntEzFAPIHanf9Vt0Hnn3uoPm9k-OAPCiPmYosck4pZKxk3Y3EWzHS2vNJRFdGHBaNtfcSq/s320/IMG_4962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384508473262601714" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-33487451104224043642009-09-22T20:49:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:57:09.914-07:00A Whip Cream Party!<div>During chemo and radiation, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gramma's</span> throat got really sore and she was having a hard time swallowing. She really found comfort in cold things, so I would bring her a blended mocha here and there. One particular day <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lorelai</span> wanted to give <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gramma</span> her drink, it had tons of whip cream on it and Lo wanted to stick her finger in that whip cream so badly, but she refrained the whole time and was so proud of herself when she gave it to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gramma</span> with no finger dips. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Gramma</span> decided to reward her with a whip cream party. She brought over a chocolate cake and COVERED it with whip cream and let Lo go at it. It was so fun and the best treat for Lo ever!</div><div><br /></div><div>We are so lucky to have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gramma</span> so close to give us memories like this!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSIuqqetvhfj5qI2HmJ8OOipjHSuxKqJyLyqZZMqbjl0FZNfyblPmon0pvAEEDEaYBV1bCH0t2yUO2EybW7Su9o-59dy07ZfUBs4ObdbTYISfnNZ9Xyjxd25kq3v7kB_SncVo9UA7SWvK/s1600-h/IMG_4948.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/AVvXsEhsSIuqqetvhfj5qI2HmJ8OOipjHSuxKqJyLyqZZMqbjl0FZNfyblPmon0pvAEEDEaYBV1bCH0t2yUO2EybW7Su9o-59dy07ZfUBs4ObdbTYISfnNZ9Xyjxd25kq3v7kB_SncVo9UA7SWvK/s320/IMG_4948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384505622081150498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkChkHWBDiOrBelug3pi3xD-hvDKS9TSkJenCI_DFzSzSTNgvvJd6IyMbA7RGkGz58f9MSK7f3fPaafdBCn0RW7hdpMxTWp6k9ZwAtD6tbVBl9aXh-RU3lHBAaZLbDKB3P3UrkFtSz8ei/s1600-h/IMG_4949.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/AVvXsEgDkChkHWBDiOrBelug3pi3xD-hvDKS9TSkJenCI_DFzSzSTNgvvJd6IyMbA7RGkGz58f9MSK7f3fPaafdBCn0RW7hdpMxTWp6k9ZwAtD6tbVBl9aXh-RU3lHBAaZLbDKB3P3UrkFtSz8ei/s320/IMG_4949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384505609488746306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsn4GTQM4_-Xnmn5izzOLWaSdHbKN-tFIBAWUb8OQfBWXUeXB53-bhduzQusPMibi84Ib9Poso_fXWyQM0OjSSIZDRb8qs3PCFbhCUqLEYsjcJfRn5JQ7mUxx3akdAc1WPioFE_IJNiE4/s1600-h/IMG_4951.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/AVvXsEhAsn4GTQM4_-Xnmn5izzOLWaSdHbKN-tFIBAWUb8OQfBWXUeXB53-bhduzQusPMibi84Ib9Poso_fXWyQM0OjSSIZDRb8qs3PCFbhCUqLEYsjcJfRn5JQ7mUxx3akdAc1WPioFE_IJNiE4/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384505598736107938" /></a>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-11977069577894413592009-09-22T20:33:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:48:55.933-07:00The Wiggles<div>We took Lo to the Wiggles in July. This was our second visit. The first time was at the Tacoma Dome but this time it was at the Everett Event Center. This was particularly confusing to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lorelai</span> because she was convinced the Wiggles lived at the Tacoma Dome and couldn't understand why they were somewhere else. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Here was Lo in her giraffe ears and tails with her roses for Dorothy. She went through a phase where she wouldn't go anywhere without her ears and tail on. While we were in line, a mean little girl said "hey girl, why are you wearing those ears and tail?" This really hurt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lo's</span> feelings and she took them off and wouldn't put them on again for the rest of the day. It was so sad, that the second I saw a Dorothy the Dinosaur tail for sale, I knew I had to get it for her and sure enough, that made her feel lots better and the tail came back!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYPDaw73h2dTTj4nLHBKFxS0qSWo5WBQvElwbsr_DybKQN5GTWViTmCyl-kEW3-5LRkR5J1RaWqBwnABpsWLygP_2RtPx4peg5bvKiP-5W0c6vDFS7FKyoEP-l9yHi9MbMbtoPxBAWA3X/s1600-h/IMG_4924.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/AVvXsEicYPDaw73h2dTTj4nLHBKFxS0qSWo5WBQvElwbsr_DybKQN5GTWViTmCyl-kEW3-5LRkR5J1RaWqBwnABpsWLygP_2RtPx4peg5bvKiP-5W0c6vDFS7FKyoEP-l9yHi9MbMbtoPxBAWA3X/s320/IMG_4924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384502024572617554" /></a>So excited with anticipation! We were there SO early, but it gave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lorelai</span> lots of time to get out her jitters before the show.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9HCxVe6E_LslbnoE3MGcmWtn5r9q1mEhKccagNC0NS42WghPqs3caUoKtoTr4vCD1NvQOMiMsymj1vus2tqDSSCf-03JW8BC57X21x1-F6VSHFYx-U8AupeVNKP5l1udW9Hx2ZcvElpw/s1600-h/IMG_4931.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/AVvXsEgV9HCxVe6E_LslbnoE3MGcmWtn5r9q1mEhKccagNC0NS42WghPqs3caUoKtoTr4vCD1NvQOMiMsymj1vus2tqDSSCf-03JW8BC57X21x1-F6VSHFYx-U8AupeVNKP5l1udW9Hx2ZcvElpw/s320/IMG_4931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384502016229328962" /></a>I was very upset because I spent lots of extra money... $42 a ticket to be exact, to be in the front. Turns out they had another tier up that they didn't advertise on the floor. You had to call and specifically ask to be on the floor. I couldn't believe I spent that much money for no reason at all. This is my grumpy face without bumming everyone out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkbZUNMfYsCiTKDwyZkWLhb0cOBOqeQZT8kdpS4fYL6WlsiQQxA8DPJuImdOa6AR3QGvyyrYWswh4ma1Kem2zZHUvjBBjsJ68uFY7FD6wveXUfvYiKeXWyzmEGQ4j1t5zRqYusWpUo2CWS/s1600-h/IMG_4933.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/AVvXsEjkbZUNMfYsCiTKDwyZkWLhb0cOBOqeQZT8kdpS4fYL6WlsiQQxA8DPJuImdOa6AR3QGvyyrYWswh4ma1Kem2zZHUvjBBjsJ68uFY7FD6wveXUfvYiKeXWyzmEGQ4j1t5zRqYusWpUo2CWS/s320/IMG_4933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384502006842042434" /></a>My goofy family on a sugar high from cotton candy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkylbVLVbxBDoX-G82M4VELbpUiIPltzqextVrJV8MVZ4Wymb6ur02KxFfaK_85ICUcdtKgnZXLDKGnxN2xFBSV100AGeM9FhK1aTcv1PSqL4QnixxfuqWL_fnCKDhanmvWwhRzNHkase/s1600-h/IMG_4939.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/AVvXsEhEkylbVLVbxBDoX-G82M4VELbpUiIPltzqextVrJV8MVZ4Wymb6ur02KxFfaK_85ICUcdtKgnZXLDKGnxN2xFBSV100AGeM9FhK1aTcv1PSqL4QnixxfuqWL_fnCKDhanmvWwhRzNHkase/s320/IMG_4939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384502000233720962" /></a>She CRASHED the second we got to the car. Way too much stimulation! But what a fun day. I am so grateful for the days we get to do activities like this together. Ty doesn't get a whole lot of free time away, so we count our blessings when we finally get some time!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMDmqEqs7BBzYhF8vK9gOKoezIm9bO2oLUiP4Ti6gza1G7t4OfdsQsyYNrmdBwhod2QnbTPRcyCtbgwRFPC0rvOL_-oYVVnSSoPwhKYTnKLJb5YzuqydSCuowWzxkNqvw2uYhR6qd3e73/s1600-h/IMG_4947.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/AVvXsEgZMDmqEqs7BBzYhF8vK9gOKoezIm9bO2oLUiP4Ti6gza1G7t4OfdsQsyYNrmdBwhod2QnbTPRcyCtbgwRFPC0rvOL_-oYVVnSSoPwhKYTnKLJb5YzuqydSCuowWzxkNqvw2uYhR6qd3e73/s320/IMG_4947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384501993236257698" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-8685261891411415102009-09-22T20:08:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:30:41.505-07:004th of JulyYa, ya... 4th of July was months 3 months ago almost. It's catch up time!<div><br /></div><div>We had a nice quiet 4th of July at home with just a few friends. We made some crafts, Lo ran through sprinklers, we ate some AWESOME food and did a few small fireworks.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hQjCtZW5TQ6VYeywMvCNmLE7bssBeoi7O09Cs4-JehKnhrvwp9RZn-HNH2V1L1LTB36frVv-HQ2IAfB7H1iuy8dTb40AybSEuVxVnAgtE0LB9s75EQCwvoxFbGI1YQaDjeN0Z37sszAm/s1600-h/IMG_4886.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/AVvXsEg-hQjCtZW5TQ6VYeywMvCNmLE7bssBeoi7O09Cs4-JehKnhrvwp9RZn-HNH2V1L1LTB36frVv-HQ2IAfB7H1iuy8dTb40AybSEuVxVnAgtE0LB9s75EQCwvoxFbGI1YQaDjeN0Z37sszAm/s320/IMG_4886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384496656031806994" /></a>Lo and Lucy thought the fire crackers were a little too loud, I love this pic!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ttiZfXInGrOPCMSpMZutSICu_isWYz8aVjgDKbY20o0M4gc-p4Kv_u_f5ZYD5DgGtSbZXsjjgJth3FZrwxJH0tf2gNRdjUtrHIvnnY5Q5CSRpwkWaujtzskK-8R5pWKKApyKu4n7Afd8/s1600-h/IMG_4888.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/AVvXsEh8ttiZfXInGrOPCMSpMZutSICu_isWYz8aVjgDKbY20o0M4gc-p4Kv_u_f5ZYD5DgGtSbZXsjjgJth3FZrwxJH0tf2gNRdjUtrHIvnnY5Q5CSRpwkWaujtzskK-8R5pWKKApyKu4n7Afd8/s320/IMG_4888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384496676300884178" /></a>Lo loved the sparklers! This is the first year that she really knew what was going on, so it was by far the most fun 4th we've had.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSKIEcPzjOHiMp1tAGuHp4bBiZdMMCT9W-OCGbOvBhpdaDzvegmoGBw3YfK-9kkvRkSDuARsKWf6E5tiwDWKb4pVgDEdjE0U0IhUtjtsUin0tcqgsEF_7y-abFnNt8cOfGNIAiXiETjWR/s1600-h/IMG_4892.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/AVvXsEgYSKIEcPzjOHiMp1tAGuHp4bBiZdMMCT9W-OCGbOvBhpdaDzvegmoGBw3YfK-9kkvRkSDuARsKWf6E5tiwDWKb4pVgDEdjE0U0IhUtjtsUin0tcqgsEF_7y-abFnNt8cOfGNIAiXiETjWR/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384496690473882562" /></a>Poor Lucy had an ear infection and was NOT feeling well. Lorelai was so determined to spend time with her friend that she laid inside and watched shows with her. It was so cute to see them cuddled up together!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67emKEgXRiUslBxHE_7EcSM9X2AuXFrFP5Mfp-0cqrAoeUP0OHLliuqQPw7eFtcQJk2fgDZt-z9vURhtzn0hFRN_FQkwvtvaL6hv2ebhVhf9S07I9gf4Ugo4qWP1WUQw3Hhy87Q5eFRSV/s1600-h/IMG_4891.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/AVvXsEh67emKEgXRiUslBxHE_7EcSM9X2AuXFrFP5Mfp-0cqrAoeUP0OHLliuqQPw7eFtcQJk2fgDZt-z9vURhtzn0hFRN_FQkwvtvaL6hv2ebhVhf9S07I9gf4Ugo4qWP1WUQw3Hhy87Q5eFRSV/s320/IMG_4891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384496702249540034" /></a>Lo and Fiona all cuddled up together. Fiona is so cute with the kids, Lorelai always has a blast when she's around!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGoPbBzd4n5o6CtyEkoh21DwIhSrmEkc2mWqQt69ySlWjbc1GAdKv-DjvpDYTKd8Kn-CZMhfcUAH3sEePRJFtvDufSaJxu7EIPGl247jqLRDBVkemk2NU8wccoZtU67XOxs1xXtZu5KiF/s1600-h/IMG_4897.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGoPbBzd4n5o6CtyEkoh21DwIhSrmEkc2mWqQt69ySlWjbc1GAdKv-DjvpDYTKd8Kn-CZMhfcUAH3sEePRJFtvDufSaJxu7EIPGl247jqLRDBVkemk2NU8wccoZtU67XOxs1xXtZu5KiF/s1600-h/IMG_4897.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><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/AVvXsEjCGoPbBzd4n5o6CtyEkoh21DwIhSrmEkc2mWqQt69ySlWjbc1GAdKv-DjvpDYTKd8Kn-CZMhfcUAH3sEePRJFtvDufSaJxu7EIPGl247jqLRDBVkemk2NU8wccoZtU67XOxs1xXtZu5KiF/s320/IMG_4897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384496711357305122" /></a><br /></div>There was our 4th! Hard to believe next year we will have a little one crawling around!Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94103454134366936.post-40471797836887084662009-07-22T17:50:00.000-07:002009-07-22T18:00:36.912-07:00HealthcareI'm watching the President's news conference on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">health care</span> reform. I am in no way an expert on what Obama is proposing, actually this conference is the most I have educated myself.<div><br /></div><div>I am, however, an expert on how messed up the system is NOW. My family has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">health care</span> coverage... good coverage by most standards and because of 2 health issues (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lo's</span> surgery and my meningitis) we have $3,000 in medical bills. I pay out $400 a month in medical bills. I can not even imagine how a family with state coverage or no coverage, would survive having 2, rather minor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">health care</span> issues, let alone a big issue.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am now pregnant and learning quickly that this baby will end up costing us a ridiculous amount for having good insurance. </div><div><br /></div><div>My second biggest issue is Medicare. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Gramma</span> was diagnosed with lung cancer a few months ago. In that period of time, she has gone to a physician... who has referred her to another physician... who has referred her to a specialist... who has referred her to another specialist. Every single one of these doctors have made my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gramma</span> get chest x-rays, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blood work</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">CT's</span>. All within weeks of each other. There is no reason why these doctors couldn't fax over the different test results other than they want to be paid also. Well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Gramma</span> has Medicare and just to save her life, she will probably end up filing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bankruptcy</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>The current <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">health care</span> system is irresponsible and unethical. So preach on, President Obama... your plan is far superior to what we are being forced into now.</div>Misty (Hesch) Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08342407179320198972noreply@blogger.com0