tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66848888742088487102024-03-05T17:26:22.612-06:00The Six 4Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-24960753048617471102012-04-13T11:11:00.001-05:002012-04-13T11:14:17.939-05:00It's a God thing.God is moving in mysterious ways over here. Details? As you know, I quit my job in January to stay home with my girls. And I love it. But it means we are surviving on one income. Every Sunday during the invocation, our pastor asks if anyone needs prayer for revival in their lives or with their finances etc. J and I both raised our hands a few weeks ago. Because we need revival financially. Literally, the next day, checks were coming in for his business. We had money in our account and in his business account. Then, a real estate agent that J works with had been showing a couple some houses and they hadn't found anything they liked. Jake knew that J had talked about selling our house, and he told them about ours. They wanted to see it. They came last Friday and took a lot of pictures, and they wanted to come back on Monday. They did and stayed for over an hour. Jake called Justin with their verbal offer. J told them what we would take, and they said ok. Our house is now under contract, without it ever being on the market. I am not excited about moving, and I will miss my house that I love. But before they came back this past Monday, I prayed about it and I put it in His hands, so I truly believe this is His will for our lives. We don't know where we are going, but He does. He has plans for us! The sale of our house is going to help us financially as well, so this is a God thing. That should make anyone a believer! So that's where we are. If everything goes well, we close on June 15th. Keep this family in your prayers! God is working over here, believe it. I do. "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.." (Philippians 4:6)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaRkn3b6KTSmU5a4eFay2lHQfxEDK9h4yeWsq0nxCLuYmlmwDzc6sWDeVXDPtjSrU5xEXAiN4klIgz-oNAGtlbJeFZK1AWzcJBHNhCGt7atNThUDc-P95G4pB4Uuo-wcwQP2Pfaw6fcg/s1600/Carson5-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaRkn3b6KTSmU5a4eFay2lHQfxEDK9h4yeWsq0nxCLuYmlmwDzc6sWDeVXDPtjSrU5xEXAiN4klIgz-oNAGtlbJeFZK1AWzcJBHNhCGt7atNThUDc-P95G4pB4Uuo-wcwQP2Pfaw6fcg/s400/Carson5-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Precious Carson, 5 months old.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5e1q1G6VZD9QOMONgsGYuisKLk80Fe4X5Pafc4VM2ZB5ts37N71wR0ftO7mkMxSUAgTnEuCJbwUzRxagkDJ82FmTlPm_MdTpV4bf6DznAGVTrKK2aNC__qPIKshsc1pYaSlvQy2kKNA/s1600/Carson5-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5e1q1G6VZD9QOMONgsGYuisKLk80Fe4X5Pafc4VM2ZB5ts37N71wR0ftO7mkMxSUAgTnEuCJbwUzRxagkDJ82FmTlPm_MdTpV4bf6DznAGVTrKK2aNC__qPIKshsc1pYaSlvQy2kKNA/s400/Carson5-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart is so full with these precious girls. Even though some days are extremely tough, and I threaten Carson with giving her back when she doesn't let me sleep (ha. but seriously.), I am so blessed to be able to be with them.</div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-57092435078294260072012-01-27T17:14:00.000-06:002012-01-27T17:14:03.878-06:00staying homeI was never a person who wanted to be a stay-at-home mommy, until Harper was born. Pretty sure I asked J to let me stay home once a week for 3 years. Sometimes more than that... moving on. When Carson was born, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to go back this time, and on January 5th, I turned in my notice! I love(d) my job and the people I worked with, but I love my girls more.<br />
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I have missed Harper for 3 1/2 years. She is now staying home with me and only going to preschool 2 days a week. I am loving it! Most days are pretty relaxed. We have days where we stay in our pj's all day. And somehow, I feel like I do more laundry than I did before I stayed home. I hardly wear makeup and never knew a shower would be so hard to come by! But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I get leisurely mornings with both of my smiling girls and don't have to rush to get anywhere. Thank you, darling J, for making my wish come true!<br />
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</div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-59713655944612778482011-11-10T18:37:00.003-06:002011-12-01T15:34:48.416-06:00Carson Justine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess I took another blogging break. I was 9 months pregnant, y'all. And then this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, October 26, 2011. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My life was forever altered. Again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our second heartbeat, Carson, was born. Best. day. ever. #3. Only behind getting married to J and the birth of her big sister. Her big sister who <b>adores</b> her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzGQuC73uHcIgx0wRDgkO0wBnRmrSyR3RqaFQxDJTuYi-PNNagZ1C-SFANQ2ToAvH9x4MSwau89Z1Al2hVPXJWG80UVRRV843DTWtQu7UNRtreY7Cz5PxjIdtDGEN4rr37BbHwIeuHLU/s1600/Carson+Justine-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzGQuC73uHcIgx0wRDgkO0wBnRmrSyR3RqaFQxDJTuYi-PNNagZ1C-SFANQ2ToAvH9x4MSwau89Z1Al2hVPXJWG80UVRRV843DTWtQu7UNRtreY7Cz5PxjIdtDGEN4rr37BbHwIeuHLU/s320/Carson+Justine-9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adores her. But first, let me eat this brownie, mom. She's half Creel. She comes by it naturally.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At first, I thought it would be impossible to love another tiny human as much as I love Harper. God does amazing things, let me tell you. Carson is my reward. My reward, in spite of being worried how I was going to feel about her. That's grace, people. He changed my heart just as He did when Harps was born. And I will never be the same. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now for the reasons behind both my girls' names. They both have a name from literature (*<i>cough</i>* nerd *<i>cough</i>*) and a special name. Harper Rebecca - Harper from Harper Lee, the author of <i>To Kill a Mockingbird</i>, one of my favorite books. Rebecca is my mom's name. Carson Justine - Carson is a name J and I had talked about before we were even married. Harper was <i>this close</i> to being Carson. Until my J flipped a coin on my bed - while I was in labor. True story. So he hung on to Carson. Her middle name is her literature/special name. Ever read <i>The Thornbirds</i>? Justine is the name of one of the characters, and I always loved the name, even before J came into my life. Special because it's daddy's name too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-9035319581003731362011-09-05T15:29:00.000-05:002011-09-05T15:29:01.027-05:00Harper's First Day of Preschool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_HTFlfDdIOP0usOGB91GStVZ24iYkcPpo7WmFQOjdODwwCVVvt9Gm9fyGHf0yg_-4nHpxsqugGfJ_qO4fj9RRNCxWPNFi8HaauN0sHSsYP0mb91YEUIZ7tekDlxNoiAWZEWhwbHK5OE/s1600/Harper_preschool1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_HTFlfDdIOP0usOGB91GStVZ24iYkcPpo7WmFQOjdODwwCVVvt9Gm9fyGHf0yg_-4nHpxsqugGfJ_qO4fj9RRNCxWPNFi8HaauN0sHSsYP0mb91YEUIZ7tekDlxNoiAWZEWhwbHK5OE/s400/Harper_preschool1-2.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">9/1/11</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This sleepy-eyed girl had her first day of preschool on Thursday. She was so good-natured about letting me take her picture 15 minutes after she woke up... as long as she could hold 'her' camera! Such a big girl. Where has the time gone??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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1. February 18th - Found out we were pregnant with Sixlet #2! <br />
2. February 20th - got baptized with my husband at Willow Park Baptist Church. That's right - after 32 years as a Methodist, I joined a baptist church. And we LOVE it. <br />
3. March 4th. HORRIBLE all day morning sickness started. And didn't stop until sometime in late April. Awesome. No, really. I wore those Sea Bands for my nausea for weeks, 24 hours a day. I had little scars. Kinda funny. <br />
4. Learned that my sister was pregnant again in March. That's right, we did it <b>again</b>. And before you ask, "did you plan this?", rest assured we didn't. You can't plan that. But somehow, my sister and I did it. Twice. Her due date {<b>was</b>} November 6th. Mine, November 1st. I'll get into the <i>was</i> part in a bit.<br />
5. May 8th - My precious girl turned 3. Hayden and Harper had a Toy Story 3 birthday party at our house May 7th. Have I mentioned how. much. I LOVE her? No words. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. June 6th - Doris, my beloved caretaker of Harper since she was <b>12 weeks old</b>, let me know that her last day would be July 8th. Cried for a couple weeks I'm pretty sure. Love you, D. Harper started at a private preschool on July 12th. I'm happy with our decision, but it was not made easily. Not an easy decision, trying to decide the right place for your baby. She still has her mornings where she is hesitant, but overall, she has adjusted extremely well. Still miss our Doris, though. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. We found out my daddy is in a-fib. A cardioversion was attempted to shock his heart back into a normal rhythm, but it didn't work. Another cardioversion will be attempted at a later point, but for now, he is doing good. And other things have been going on. Please keep him in your prayers! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. Okay, now for the was part. My beloved sister (who some may call my other half, and wouldn't be wrong) who was pregnant (yes, was) and due a week after me. Her water broke 6 weeks ago, when she was 23 weeks and 5 days pregnant. She was admitted to Baylor All Saints and has been on bed rest. Until this past Thursday. Got a message from my sister saying they might be having a baby. Without going into a ton of detail, B had to have an emergency c-section at 29 weeks and 4 days (here is her caring bridge site so you can go read all about it: <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/bsmith">www.caringbridge.org/visit/bsmith</a>). Kelton Creel Smith was born at 11:16 am. 2 pounds, 9 ounces, 14.76 inches long. I got to see him last night. I am in love with him. He is tiny. He is working hard to breathe. But God has been watching over him and big things are in store for this little guy. Please keep Kelton, my sister, David, and Hayden in your prayers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkoJcU71hlWvNe-6aIYe4wcYsFvbkdkaR8BECCor6n0ymbhqEGd26EoYoStNoNigB2y33gpN8aOYFfpl_eY59oUDn0ZtaLZ47jgyXosQWD3yDcx-bSsM6kOaWy9wl8eGTsrqOYlyyvbQ/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkoJcU71hlWvNe-6aIYe4wcYsFvbkdkaR8BECCor6n0ymbhqEGd26EoYoStNoNigB2y33gpN8aOYFfpl_eY59oUDn0ZtaLZ47jgyXosQWD3yDcx-bSsM6kOaWy9wl8eGTsrqOYlyyvbQ/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My sister and I last weekend at the hospital. You have NO idea how much fun the 2 of us have when we have a camera. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMIylVL4Foz4xviQWpDXG8P3fifvuABtDg4fZ1ICLSPsF1ZVikUtTKhoGLZ8qgT3zAdpba24SgUqesgDDlZzQKASKEfECYNQ7E_S3xCYYuJcyGZKu4NpDStsSLeqew9mi2END1UQUY4k/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMIylVL4Foz4xviQWpDXG8P3fifvuABtDg4fZ1ICLSPsF1ZVikUtTKhoGLZ8qgT3zAdpba24SgUqesgDDlZzQKASKEfECYNQ7E_S3xCYYuJcyGZKu4NpDStsSLeqew9mi2END1UQUY4k/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-19474524097635091962010-12-28T21:51:00.000-06:002010-12-28T21:51:46.660-06:00making my dream {almost} a reality.<s>For the past year </s> <s>For the past couple of years</s> Since I can remember, I've wanted to take pictures. I remember finding an old camera of my grandparent's, the kind that used the flashes that you had to put on top and they spun around, and I wore that thing out. I got a pink LeClic camera when I was 9 (please, someone, tell me you remember those..!) and went through countless rolls of 110mm film. I progressed to asking for a 'black' (my word for more professional) camera when I was about 12. Justin got me my Canon for my birthday 2 years ago, and this is something that has been hanging around in my head since. No, I didn't go to school for photography. Yes, I still have a LONG way to go. But, I have to start somewhere. I have to <i>start</i>. Because this is something that I really, <i>really</i> want to do. And someday, hopefully in the not-so-distant future, I can say that I am a photographer. <br />
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So, with that being said, I've had a few practice sessions. A pregnant belly and a couple of family shoots. But last week, I had my first paid session! :D I took pictures of my dear friend Debi, her husband Tim (who I have known since I could breathe), and their precious little boy Layne. I am in the middle of starting a blog for my photos, but for now, they will be here. Here are a few of this precious family. More to come later...<br />
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1. Yes, I am a bad blogger. My computer was out of commission for a long time. She's as good as new now (can computers be gender specific?). But another part of that problem is that I don't want to sit down at the computer to blog. I am dead at the end of the day, and all I want to do after Harps goes down is be lazy on the couch. <br />
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2. Harper has now gone since last Thursday morning without a binky. BIG deal. I think I was as attached to those things as she was. It has been really easy, however. Maybe I should have addressed the issue a long time ago...? Oh well. I did it before she was 3. Leave me alone. I still have 2 in my purse. I look at them and want to give one to her... haaaaa. <br />
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3. Working on potty training. She does great for Doris. For me? Not so much. Only if she is in the mood. I'm picking my battles. <br />
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4. She is ALMOST 2 and a half years old. My joy. There are times when I get SO frustrated with that girl... she is so headstrong. Have NO clue where she gets that. But on the flip side of that, she is so incredibly loving, so funny, so spunky, so full of life. Love her. LOVE. We read to her every night before bed, and she has started reading to me. She has a couple of her favorites memorized, so she reads them. Aaaahhhh, my heart. Need to get that on video. <br />
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5. We had a great weekend this last weekend. Got to eat lunch on Saturday with Hayden and B, went shopping (by myself!) with Britt, had Britt and the fam over for dinner on Saturday night, church on Sunday, then trick-or-treating with the Smith's. Halloween was SO much fun this year! They totally got it. Hayden would even just walk right into the house as soon as a door opened and go straight for the candy. He's got a sweet tooth, bless his heart! <br />
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6. Yes, I have a ton of pictures to catch up on. I will get to that, hopefully in the next few days! Got Lightroom. So excited to start using it. <br />
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7. Harps recently got put on her first antibiotic, for a cold that would not go away. I think she was sick for close to a month. Well, that first time on an antibiotic, and she got a rash. This was no ordinary rash, let me tell you. Head to toe, red, itchy, raised. She didn't look like Harper. It was so sad. The doc has also marked her chart as amoxicillin allergy. Sigh. <br />
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8. On Saturday, she was carrying her Bible around. I asked her what the Bible said, and she said, "Jesus!" So sweet.<br />
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9. A couple Harperisms:<br />
bebena: banana<br />
tattub: bathtub<br />
She still says "hold you" when she wants to be held. When she's excited about something, we get an "oooooooooookayyyyyy!". <br />
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I will leave you with a picture of my loves - taken at the beach. Going to sit on the couch. <br />
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<b>lebidade</b>: lemonade<br />
<b>gaga</b>: balloon (this progressed from beyo - Hayden called them gaga's, so that became Harper's word. She knows when we say balloon what we are talking about, but she still uses gaga.)<br />
<b>tosciple</b>: Popsicle (most recent.)<br />
<b>tith</b>: kiss (she wants kisses on every owie, and will even do it herself)<br />
<b>B</b>: as in Aunt Blair<br />
<b>Bity</b>: as in Aunt Brittny<br />
<b>beata</b>: button<br />
<b>night-night</b>: bed<br />
<b>Lowy</b>: Lilly<br />
Please don't be offended by the next one - she does not hear this word from us or anyone else for that matter, but it is one of the funniest words so far - and she is NOT cussing!<br />
<b>Fucca</b>: as in Doris's dog, Fresca. Gets me EVERY time. Especially when we are sitting at home, and she will out of the blue say, "good girl, Fucca."<br />
<b>holdya</b>: hold me<br />
<b>waff</b>: wasp. She walks around saying, "Mean waff." She has had experience with those little jerks.<br />
<b>mightna</b>: Lightning McQueen<br />
<b>Iloyu</b>: I love you<br />
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I know there are several more, but those are by far my favorite Harperisms! Something else funny, if I ask her where Hayley or Justin is, she knows our names! Love.Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-89966581700001847622010-06-13T15:42:00.000-05:002010-06-13T15:42:33.547-05:00fort worth botanic gardens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back in April (yes, I know I am behind), my friend Kara invited Harper and I to go to the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens. Kara has a little girl named Natalie who is almost 3. It was so hot, but we had a lot of fun! That is, until Harper started picking blooms off of the rose bushes.... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coming soon: Harper turns 2 pics! Playing outside pics! And Lilly's first birthday!...</div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-86086477642838470332010-04-24T22:01:00.001-05:002010-04-24T22:03:18.009-05:00Easter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went to Abilene for Easter this year, and we had a great time! We went to Pioneer Drive for church (my uncle Steve plays in the orchestra and they have the BEST Easter service. Ever.) and then we went to Perini's and had lunch outside. It was soooo yummy. Eat their strawberry shortcake. The. Best. Strawberry Shortcake. Ever. They serve strawberries on a warm biscuit and then give you warmed cream to pour over it. My mouth just filled up with saliva.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This picture makes me laugh :) </div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-52238950344842010392010-04-20T21:17:00.000-05:002010-04-20T21:17:05.719-05:00bathtime with my babies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63TciF1bgRp5lBmNITdZNxjgfusSM0XskuvSjCAnBdaVOPJNJT3TwqzSP8YUl_q3WSgqlOZflF-5_fjZmW_kSzper-TjSyUAdrBtzUd0EsN5UmUtmYr_4hyphenhyphen9CripgNags6bgfIRON4tQ/s1600/IMG_1618edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63TciF1bgRp5lBmNITdZNxjgfusSM0XskuvSjCAnBdaVOPJNJT3TwqzSP8YUl_q3WSgqlOZflF-5_fjZmW_kSzper-TjSyUAdrBtzUd0EsN5UmUtmYr_4hyphenhyphen9CripgNags6bgfIRON4tQ/s400/IMG_1618edit.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My handsome boy</div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-82137745781789444642010-04-20T20:45:00.000-05:002010-04-20T20:45:42.195-05:00harper's first haircut<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYSMLQGJ-BCh16bxr2dDJSlmX-jry7tdhFRvvrcnKkqufnUOhzEUyAFp7fcisAMdIaeL8qMtsUyp_N4V2PUCCfnWwsSJ7S5mwP90noeJml2-DlB8nqC7ApOGu_4MiOfozgfqz68HRBaw/s1600/IMG_1599edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYSMLQGJ-BCh16bxr2dDJSlmX-jry7tdhFRvvrcnKkqufnUOhzEUyAFp7fcisAMdIaeL8qMtsUyp_N4V2PUCCfnWwsSJ7S5mwP90noeJml2-DlB8nqC7ApOGu_4MiOfozgfqz68HRBaw/s320/IMG_1599edit.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Harper got her first haircut at 22 months from her sweet Uncle David! He cut off the mullet :) She now looks more like a little girl...! </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;">2 of my favorite people on a very short list.</div>Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-54025206111733385682010-04-02T10:13:00.002-05:002010-04-02T10:14:50.792-05:00what's your point?So... apparently I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">a crappy</span> not the best blogger. I love reading other blogs, but when it comes to updating mine, I add it to my list of things to do and it somehow becomes a chore and then I don't want to do it. But given my schedule during the week, I {hope} that I am forgiven. Besides, every time I sit down at the computer, I have a certain little person who wants to sit in my lap and push buttons. That or she is grabbing my hand just as I sit down, saying, "'mon, Momma." Just as she is now.<br />
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We're going to Abilene for the weekend. Hope everyone has a blessed Easter. He is Risen!Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-87614462393893774042010-01-31T20:27:00.001-06:002010-01-31T20:28:13.385-06:00kelly moore bag pt. 2 | for erin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is for Erin - here you go lady! My fabulous <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">pink</span> Kelly Moore camera bag that Justin got for me. I love it!! and so does Harps - she carries it around saying, "puush" (Harpey for purse). I haven't put anything in it yet. But I will. As soon as my child gives it up. :) Erin, you should give in and get your gray one. After all, you did say your shootsac was flawed :D Everyone, go check out <a href="http://www.eephotography.squarespace.com/">Erin's</a> glorious work. I aspire to be like her... *sigh* Maybe one of these days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd0C40R5yxtuMzRkn7JDLOccE5DEfDXVhO7qMWIIopNJGnyh_iKVJ3CnpoCrvQx6i2h5UqDYXr2Ip7UWCwwndZ3zfJUqDQEkxSdoKwYSbLeuGAoaNKAzUHO29Fe6AIZNNFcdl7YHN3O0/s1600-h/bagcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd0C40R5yxtuMzRkn7JDLOccE5DEfDXVhO7qMWIIopNJGnyh_iKVJ3CnpoCrvQx6i2h5UqDYXr2Ip7UWCwwndZ3zfJUqDQEkxSdoKwYSbLeuGAoaNKAzUHO29Fe6AIZNNFcdl7YHN3O0/s400/bagcollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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2. Tell my husband DAILY how much I love and appreciate him. I thank God for him and Harper everyday, but do I actually tell Justin that? I want him to know that my life wouldn't be the same without him. I want him to know that he was brought into my life for a reason. He made me believe in love again. Enough of the mushy.<br />
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3. Take more pictures. Impossible, right? But seeing as this is one of my biggest goals for this year (ahem... become a photographer), I need to constantly strive to get better! I ask God daily for the strength and perserverance to achieve this. Does anyone want pictures taken?? I need the practice :) Seriously.<br />
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We got back from Red River last weekend, and I promise to have some pictures posted soon. I do have one prayer request - I have my first session tomorrow. I am nervous because I want to do a great job. Now I do need to tell you that it is for my sister<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">-in-law</span> Britt and her family, but it is my first official one! So, please pray for peace for me. And confidence.<br />
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P.S. Justin got me my pink <a href="http://kellymoorebag.com/">Kelly Moore</a> bag!!! Yay and yay.Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-25050532980258977432010-01-08T23:48:00.000-06:002010-01-08T23:48:02.475-06:00kelly moore bagI am desperately wanting to turn my photography hobby into something a little more serious, and I am always looking at different photography blogs and sites for inspiration. I found this great lens bag that I am <strong>begging</strong> my husband for! (Please, Justin??) Very cool and stylish! It has different compartments for lenses (so far, I only have 2, but hey - I gotta start somewhere) or anything else someone could think of putting in there. Go check out her website <a href="http://www.kellymoorebag.com/">here</a> if you are in the market for a really cool bag! (Justin??) <br />
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10 minutes ago, to Mom: "Pull my pants down, Mommy!" (Had to be there. But seriously, I peed a little.)Hayleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08789155712773155294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684888874208848710.post-71225150967251977062009-12-20T21:52:00.000-06:002009-12-20T21:52:30.458-06:00more pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKxCE-6VxZpR5-mimBpv6TqIPVA_GcpHRadGRZEZMLZAJJlRo9Lqnqg21euk-Eh31nOgZx4toV3CwJ4xf30bhsvG69d4pTiLCdKNVJl5H_-o8JpOEO2L_Z8YkjqA9_TfUyZyWTZ5EVtM/s1600-h/dancingqueen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKxCE-6VxZpR5-mimBpv6TqIPVA_GcpHRadGRZEZMLZAJJlRo9Lqnqg21euk-Eh31nOgZx4toV3CwJ4xf30bhsvG69d4pTiLCdKNVJl5H_-o8JpOEO2L_Z8YkjqA9_TfUyZyWTZ5EVtM/s320/dancingqueen.jpg" width="213" /></a><br />
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