tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35622614509405712072024-03-13T17:46:06.246-05:00Perfectly PinkJessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-41420939356538825142010-12-28T14:30:00.000-06:002010-12-28T14:36:08.055-06:00A BLANK Nursery!<div style="text-align: center;">Type A... We all know that I am TYPE A.. I have always said that I want EVERYTHING perfect when I bring my baby home from the hospital.. Well we all know that it just did not happen that way for us..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">So when Coop came home his nursery had his crib and a few other little boy things (that mom brought from home that was Mac's).. and that was it..<br />You may or may not remember but the day after we got Coop I ordered his bedding and was lucky enough to get fabric swatches.. So the paint was picked out.<br />Michael did a great job painting Cooper's room, but there was SO MUCH more to do...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpCMRApI2I/AAAAAAAAD0o/wLUCWvDppNY/s1600/DSC_0403.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpCMRApI2I/AAAAAAAAD0o/wLUCWvDppNY/s320/DSC_0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555825868806890338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpB7GMjTHI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/L3NqvJrCACU/s1600/FL000020.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpB7GMjTHI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/L3NqvJrCACU/s320/FL000020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555825573846273138" border="0" /></a>Thank goodness the next weekend was Memorial Day and my mother was coming back. Over that weekend we got so much done...<br />Yes she did a lot of loving on Cooper, but massive amounts of projects were also done!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpB7JDI1rI/AAAAAAAAD0g/q-JIG1wGO_A/s1600/DSC_0414.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpB7JDI1rI/AAAAAAAAD0g/q-JIG1wGO_A/s320/DSC_0414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555825574612096690" border="0" /></a>When she got there, it was a blue room with some furniture...<br />When she left it looked like this:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFicxzcdI/AAAAAAAAD04/ABBy4vnla8U/s1600/Cooper%2527s%2BRoom%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFicxzcdI/AAAAAAAAD04/ABBy4vnla8U/s320/Cooper%2527s%2BRoom%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829548457882066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFiIfPQRI/AAAAAAAAD0w/_62kbkxNiL4/s1600/Coop%2BRoom%2B1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFiIfPQRI/AAAAAAAAD0w/_62kbkxNiL4/s320/Coop%2BRoom%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829543011303698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpB62W-YeI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/SOAR4NQ7cNg/s1600/FH000019.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFipIJz7I/AAAAAAAAD1I/T0fqf0Zq0x4/s1600/Cooper%2527s%2BRoom%2B4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFipIJz7I/AAAAAAAAD1I/T0fqf0Zq0x4/s320/Cooper%2527s%2BRoom%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829551772848050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFium2cZI/AAAAAAAAD1A/HMsJcPoAIBo/s1600/Cooper%2527s%2BRoom%2B3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFium2cZI/AAAAAAAAD1A/HMsJcPoAIBo/s320/Cooper%2527s%2BRoom%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829553243779474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFjP5L-TI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/Lk5q1XoqYZw/s1600/Cooper%2BRoom%2B5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFjP5L-TI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/Lk5q1XoqYZw/s320/Cooper%2BRoom%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829562179057970" border="0" /></a>Let me share just a few of the projects we did.....<br />I bought these letters white at Hobby Lobby for not even $2 each!<br />Michael measured them and taped them off.. Then I used the furniture paint to paint stripes on them!<br />We got the "Heaven Sent" sign from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Storkland</span>.. How perfect!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFsCrlOtI/AAAAAAAAD1o/zVuYrEl-koo/s1600/Cooper%2BName%2BRoom.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFsCrlOtI/AAAAAAAAD1o/zVuYrEl-koo/s320/Cooper%2BName%2BRoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829713251154642" border="0" /></a>At <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Storkland</span>, I also saw the most awesome lamps, but of course they were well over $100 each.. So I bought this lamp for around $15. Then I used a hole punch around the top and bottom of the shade. I weaved the ribbon throw the holes. I got my very talented sister in law to paint Cooper's Monogram on it.. And I love it!<br />I also had this night stand.. So I got some paint one shade darker than the walls and painted it. Changed out the knob with a polka dotted one from Hobby Lobby ($3).. And Done!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFsHZR4oI/AAAAAAAAD1g/kbIi9NnYmD8/s1600/Coop%2BMono%2BLamp.jpg"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFsHZR4oI/AAAAAAAAD1g/kbIi9NnYmD8/s1600/Coop%2BMono%2BLamp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFsHZR4oI/AAAAAAAAD1g/kbIi9NnYmD8/s320/Coop%2BMono%2BLamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829714516566658" border="0" /></a>I also painted this book shelf the same shade of blue. <br />For this lamp I bought the base at Target for around $25 and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pre</span>-sticky shade at Hobby lobby for just a few bucks. I bought the material and ribbon at Hobby Lobby too..<br />I cut the material to fit the shade, stuck it on, and Mom made this awesome bow for us to hot glue on!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFrzMzM1I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/YQW7fsp140Y/s1600/Coop%2BClose%2Bup%2BLamp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TRpFrzMzM1I/AAAAAAAAD1Y/YQW7fsp140Y/s320/Coop%2BClose%2Bup%2BLamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555829709095514962" border="0" /></a>Yes.. we made just a few trips to Hobby Lobby and Target.. With some trips to Pottery Barn Kids and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Storkland</span> mixed in too!<br />But it was well worth it.. I love how Cooper's Nursery turned out.. It is full of things that were given to him by people that love him so much. <br />Of course it has changed since then.. I have added all sorts of new projects.. I will have to share those some time..<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hahhahahahaaa</span>... Once I catch up!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-86688238953378600002010-12-19T10:20:00.000-06:002010-12-19T10:36:17.171-06:00Daddy and Cooper Too!<div style="text-align: center;">Well of course we took some Daddy and Cooper pictures too!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4yYV2_uSI/AAAAAAAADzM/IRN0K6vY3Is/s1600/FH010032.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4yYV2_uSI/AAAAAAAADzM/IRN0K6vY3Is/s320/FH010032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552430784360462626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4yYDfahDI/AAAAAAAADzE/j8sK1ea13Qc/s1600/FH010039.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4yYDfahDI/AAAAAAAADzE/j8sK1ea13Qc/s320/FH010039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552430779429717042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4yXzubb_I/AAAAAAAADy8/Wn0QW2mYwVI/s1600/FH010033.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4yXzubb_I/AAAAAAAADy8/Wn0QW2mYwVI/s320/FH010033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552430775197724658" border="0" /></a>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-64920818441067217862010-12-19T10:17:00.000-06:002010-12-19T10:20:44.080-06:00Some Mommy and Cooper Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">After the Dupree's took Cooper's first pictures we came home and took our own!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sJvCI4MI/AAAAAAAADxs/1jqoXkA4JmU/s1600/FH010021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sJvCI4MI/AAAAAAAADxs/1jqoXkA4JmU/s320/FH010021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552423936350281922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sJU7mcFI/AAAAAAAADxk/h-opiEWM9Ao/s1600/FH010019.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sJU7mcFI/AAAAAAAADxk/h-opiEWM9Ao/s320/FH010019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552423929343537234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4swiKJLgI/AAAAAAAADx8/_VnSsDyLd_w/s1600/FH010029.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4swiKJLgI/AAAAAAAADx8/_VnSsDyLd_w/s320/FH010029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552424602909093378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sJzoz9hI/AAAAAAAADx0/MoZpoI6mJdk/s1600/FH010026.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sJzoz9hI/AAAAAAAADx0/MoZpoI6mJdk/s320/FH010026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552423937586230802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sI96ouHI/AAAAAAAADxc/uhkTz70xXTE/s1600/FH010017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sI96ouHI/AAAAAAAADxc/uhkTz70xXTE/s320/FH010017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552423923165476978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sIhhc0EI/AAAAAAAADxU/mJnQQMbBeFs/s1600/FH000002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4sIhhc0EI/AAAAAAAADxU/mJnQQMbBeFs/s320/FH000002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552423915543646274" border="0" /></a>Mommy and Cooper!<br />I love the way he looks at me!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-78221393544370129792010-12-19T10:15:00.000-06:002010-12-19T10:19:42.014-06:00Cooper's NewBorn Pictures<div style="text-align: center;">We are blessed enough to have some of the best photographers in Birmingham as our dear family friends. Phillip and Nancy Dupree have grown up with my parents and I have grown up with their two daughters. Some of my favorite football Saturday memories include them!<br />I knew they had to do Cooper' pictures and they got us in right away. We got these taken a week after we got Cooper. <br />Mr. Phillip and Mrs. Nancy with Cooper!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4vAC5z_NI/AAAAAAAADy0/7D5-cS7QFkY/s1600/FH020036.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4vAC5z_NI/AAAAAAAADy0/7D5-cS7QFkY/s320/FH020036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552427068420259026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4u_4EPBsI/AAAAAAAADys/3O9ZLlNigjc/s1600/FH020038.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4u_4EPBsI/AAAAAAAADys/3O9ZLlNigjc/s320/FH020038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552427065511184066" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4u_hDPHYI/AAAAAAAADyk/-FcbG0n02_Q/s1600/FH020040.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4u_hDPHYI/AAAAAAAADyk/-FcbG0n02_Q/s320/FH020040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552427059332980098" border="0" /></a>Here is a little peck into some of my favorites from the photo shoot!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uHVSUShI/AAAAAAAADyU/fQCGIuBA46s/s1600/Dupree%2BCooper.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uHVSUShI/AAAAAAAADyU/fQCGIuBA46s/s320/Dupree%2BCooper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552426094102333970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uH1bN_3I/AAAAAAAADyc/zzHlkXDm-s4/s1600/Dupree%2BClose%2Bup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uH1bN_3I/AAAAAAAADyc/zzHlkXDm-s4/s320/Dupree%2BClose%2Bup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552426102729604978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uHVSUShI/AAAAAAAADyU/fQCGIuBA46s/s1600/Dupree%2BCooper.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uHA_ZnEI/AAAAAAAADyM/wNyXcPR4ljs/s1600/Dupree%2BCrop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uHA_ZnEI/AAAAAAAADyM/wNyXcPR4ljs/s320/Dupree%2BCrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552426088654281794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uGw6saPI/AAAAAAAADyE/f5w1oDksgp0/s1600/Dupree%2BStanding.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TQ4uGw6saPI/AAAAAAAADyE/f5w1oDksgp0/s320/Dupree%2BStanding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552426084339575026" border="0" /></a>He was so little and has grown so much! I will cherish these pictures FOREVER.. And it meant so much to have the same people that have taken my pictures growing up and did our wedding pictures, also take these!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-69615001415685549332010-11-29T09:00:00.007-06:002010-11-30T11:09:46.434-06:0050 FREE Holiday Cards from Shutterfly<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TPPDlgVeZqI/AAAAAAAADxM/QD-uH2v8RsA/s1600/coop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TPPDlgVeZqI/AAAAAAAADxM/QD-uH2v8RsA/s320/coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544990615325796002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">CHRISTMAS CARD TIME<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know..I know..It has been awhile.. Let's just be honest,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I got a little overwhelmed with the amount of pictures I took and needed to post..<br />But I am BACK.. And I would like to start with a bang..<br />A FREE BANG!<br />50 Free <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shutterfly</span> Christmas Cards!<br />And check out my Christmas ANGEL! How can I not do Christmas cards with a child that cute...<br /></div>I have always used Vista Print in the past for all my Christmas Cards and everyone knows I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Snapfish</span> Junkie, but hey I don't HATE.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shutterfly</span> and Free sound good to me!<br />And they have some SUPER Cute Choices....<br />Here are a few that I love!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_folded_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2598-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1280962785000106318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_folded_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2598-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1280962785000106318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_folded_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2816-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102549700098280.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/img_/publishing/styleSwatches/ssc/stationerycard_folded_5x7/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2816-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102549700098280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Check out the other cute options:<br /><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">w</span>ww.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photos-cards</a><br />or<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards">www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards</a><br />Let me recommend the folded cards.. They are my favorite!<br />Now of course I am not using either of these, because.. well we all know I have WAY more than 1 or 2 pictures of my precious boy I need to show off. AND I can't tell you which I am gonna use..That needs to be a surprise!<br />If you are like me 50 will just not do, but it is a great start.. So I will get my free 50 and pay for the rest.. Who knows I may even see what else I can put my sweet Cooper's face on!<br />I am all about the calenders... check them out:<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shutterfly.com/calendars">www.shutterfly.com/calendars</a><br />What a GREAT DEAL!<br />So if this is something you are interested in and WHY would you not be..<br />Follow this link...<a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"><br />http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/</a><br />It is nice and easy.. and FREE!<br />SO... Happy Christmas Card Shopping!<br />***I am having trouble with some of my links . If you are to, then just copy and paste.. That will get you there too!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-1497265632946176222010-09-27T12:45:00.001-05:002010-09-27T12:52:59.363-05:00Tuesday, May 25th: A Day of Doctor Visits<div style="text-align: center;">Tuesday was a full day.<br />We started the day at Children's Hospital to see the hematologist. This was a check up visit from when he was a newborn and had gotten sick. He was having to get his blood levels checked!<br />Thank goodness everything went great and his levels were normal. They said we would have to have one more visit to get checked out though.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39yU298eI/AAAAAAAADt8/48m1k3foXwg/s1600/FH040006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39yU298eI/AAAAAAAADt8/48m1k3foXwg/s400/FH040006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847759260643810" border="0" /></a>After Children's we had lunch then headed over to our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pediatrician</span>. We never have to wait long, but we did have a wait to bit. I used this as the perfect time for a mini photo shoot with Daddy and Coop. I took so many and had a ton that turned out really good. Here are some of my favorites!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39yLaoI1I/AAAAAAAADt0/guUGFqNlzq0/s1600/FH040009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39yLaoI1I/AAAAAAAADt0/guUGFqNlzq0/s400/FH040009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847756725855058" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39x3VTkmI/AAAAAAAADts/9MU40ID51k8/s1600/FH040010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39x3VTkmI/AAAAAAAADts/9MU40ID51k8/s400/FH040010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847751334826594" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39SzvIMKI/AAAAAAAADtk/bI4iaEP2HiQ/s1600/FH040011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39SzvIMKI/AAAAAAAADtk/bI4iaEP2HiQ/s400/FH040011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847217793446050" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE IT!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39SWy1JcI/AAAAAAAADtc/6CxlhXoejEg/s1600/FH040012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39SWy1JcI/AAAAAAAADtc/6CxlhXoejEg/s400/FH040012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847210024347074" border="0" /></a>Coop just looking at Daddy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39Rx2uV5I/AAAAAAAADtU/QjLBwtAZIZc/s1600/FH040014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39Rx2uV5I/AAAAAAAADtU/QjLBwtAZIZc/s400/FH040014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847200108566418" border="0" /></a>I love this picture of Cooper! Look at those eyes!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39RilqgPI/AAAAAAAADtM/eOiWCNS4mPI/s1600/FH040015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39RilqgPI/AAAAAAAADtM/eOiWCNS4mPI/s400/FH040015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847196010479858" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39Rc_NgsI/AAAAAAAADtE/2_aibwOhrUQ/s1600/FH040017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ39Rc_NgsI/AAAAAAAADtE/2_aibwOhrUQ/s400/FH040017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520847194507018946" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36PCBMpEI/AAAAAAAADr8/t-raz2DasDo/s1600/FH030001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36PCBMpEI/AAAAAAAADr8/t-raz2DasDo/s400/FH030001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843854372971586" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36O3Wp6KI/AAAAAAAADr0/axSpYFdTXLc/s1600/FH030005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36O3Wp6KI/AAAAAAAADr0/axSpYFdTXLc/s400/FH030005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843851510180002" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36ORbBhHI/AAAAAAAADrs/1Djdt0M__EY/s1600/FH030012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36ORbBhHI/AAAAAAAADrs/1Djdt0M__EY/s400/FH030012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843841327957106" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36OPTXM9I/AAAAAAAADrk/lkl_mdH9dpI/s1600/FH030018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36OPTXM9I/AAAAAAAADrk/lkl_mdH9dpI/s400/FH030018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843840758952914" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36N-hpGlI/AAAAAAAADrc/3cqWhecMdNQ/s1600/FH030019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ36N-hpGlI/AAAAAAAADrc/3cqWhecMdNQ/s400/FH030019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843836255443538" border="0" /></a>After I took way too many pictures, it was time to go back!<br />Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Favrot</span> wanted to see us back after we had Coop for a few days to see how he was doing, but also to give him those shots.<br />I had to give him love, because I knew what was coming!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ35gt77s3I/AAAAAAAADrM/fC-IkKpEJFg/s1600/FH030030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ35gt77s3I/AAAAAAAADrM/fC-IkKpEJFg/s400/FH030030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843058708198258" border="0" /></a>He had no clue what was about to happen..<br />He was just looking as cute as can be!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ35gFi7bQI/AAAAAAAADq8/H9MPbjHW6-A/s1600/FH030038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ35gFi7bQI/AAAAAAAADq8/H9MPbjHW6-A/s400/FH030038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843047865904386" border="0" /></a>The sweet nurse!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ35gengtqI/AAAAAAAADrE/JChKAjeKpmo/s1600/FH030033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ35gengtqI/AAAAAAAADrE/JChKAjeKpmo/s400/FH030033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520843054596011682" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh my poor baby! This just broke my heart!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ37njhaY-I/AAAAAAAADsM/osg7KJ3ouew/s1600/FH020002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ37njhaY-I/AAAAAAAADsM/osg7KJ3ouew/s400/FH020002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520845375194948578" border="0" /></a>He just looked so cute sleeping I took a few more pictures in the car on the way home!<br />I love the tongue sticking out!<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ37ot42t3I/AAAAAAAADsk/Jt0JDPzEK6M/s1600/FH020019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ37ot42t3I/AAAAAAAADsk/Jt0JDPzEK6M/s400/FH020019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520845395157497714" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ37n0NWRNI/AAAAAAAADsU/9eXYCd2H5DY/s1600/FH020006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ37n0NWRNI/AAAAAAAADsU/9eXYCd2H5DY/s400/FH020006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520845379674195154" border="0" /></a>Once we got home I decided to take just a few more before I took him out of his seat!<br />He looked so peaceful!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ38LaJqk1I/AAAAAAAADs8/Vbj7KSZRPWM/s1600/FH020027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ38LaJqk1I/AAAAAAAADs8/Vbj7KSZRPWM/s400/FH020027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520845991154717522" border="0" /></a>Then I saw this face, which I can not help but LOVE!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ38LSgNk4I/AAAAAAAADs0/ckr6RMeHjOc/s1600/FH020024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ38LSgNk4I/AAAAAAAADs0/ckr6RMeHjOc/s400/FH020024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520845989101802370" border="0" /></a>But then it lead to this! Which I do not love..<br />Do you think it had something to do with the fact that the camera had been in his face ALL DAY long?<br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TJ38K1KrD4I/AAAAAAAADss/XpimPZ3tSWE/s400/FH020023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520845981226831746" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No need to worry kid.. You will be use to me taking pictures of you all the time before you know it!<br /><br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-69955423412226432302010-09-03T09:30:00.003-05:002010-09-03T09:36:49.181-05:00Saturday, May 22, 2010: Meeting More Family!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We had a big day planned for Saturday. We had family coming over to grill out and meet Cooper!<br />We started our day with Cooper getting his first bath (from us)... Before this he had been getting washcloth baths... we had really needed that bathtub my hostesses gave us!<br />Michael and I giving Coop his bath!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID_T3nzZuI/AAAAAAAADqk/alCz2aurcrM/s1600/FH070015.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID_T3nzZuI/AAAAAAAADqk/alCz2aurcrM/s400/FH070015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686660714981090" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have fallen in love with hooded animal towels! Cooper looks so cute in them... </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID_UT1y4pI/AAAAAAAADqs/G79MRtZje8M/s1600/Cooper+Duck.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID_UT1y4pI/AAAAAAAADqs/G79MRtZje8M/s400/Cooper+Duck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686668289860242" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">After his bath, Cooper got all dressed up for family.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kenzie</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Shug</span> were still trying to figure him out!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-7ic5VCI/AAAAAAAADqc/NlFknwbpaq4/s1600/FH070021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-7ic5VCI/AAAAAAAADqc/NlFknwbpaq4/s400/FH070021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686242715227170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-7EGCb0I/AAAAAAAADqU/Z1RqtPwz_CM/s1600/FH070027.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-7EGCb0I/AAAAAAAADqU/Z1RqtPwz_CM/s400/FH070027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686234566291266" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me, Cooper, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shug</span>, and Granddaddy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">JB</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-64ucZcI/AAAAAAAADqM/IO948FjFOjQ/s1600/FH070029.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-64ucZcI/AAAAAAAADqM/IO948FjFOjQ/s400/FH070029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686231514539458" border="0" /></a>Uncle Mac<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-6WIsYgI/AAAAAAAADqE/IiElrtJtL3A/s1600/FH070032.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-6WIsYgI/AAAAAAAADqE/IiElrtJtL3A/s400/FH070032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686222229398018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-5tWS7GI/AAAAAAAADp8/xvUZb_iH3-4/s1600/FH070036.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-5tWS7GI/AAAAAAAADp8/xvUZb_iH3-4/s400/FH070036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512686211280596066" border="0" /></a>Granddaddy Mullen (Michael's Dad) holding Cooper for the first time<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-Gc8kmkI/AAAAAAAADp0/jyZkFJBZkW8/s1600/FH070040.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-Gc8kmkI/AAAAAAAADp0/jyZkFJBZkW8/s400/FH070040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512685330704407106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-FxX2YWI/AAAAAAAADps/tHbUsFt58Jo/s1600/FH060002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-FxX2YWI/AAAAAAAADps/tHbUsFt58Jo/s400/FH060002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512685319007658338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-FsruWWI/AAAAAAAADpk/jpkWrqNl0x4/s1600/FH060003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-FsruWWI/AAAAAAAADpk/jpkWrqNl0x4/s400/FH060003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512685317748840802" border="0" /></a>Daddy sneaking in some kisses<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-Fc_hCQI/AAAAAAAADpc/MTkAz0hCrfg/s1600/FH060004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-Fc_hCQI/AAAAAAAADpc/MTkAz0hCrfg/s400/FH060004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512685313536887042" border="0" /></a>My Maternal Grandparents (Cooper's Great Grandparents) meeting Cooper for the first time. This was a very special moment. I have wanted for so long to give them a Great Grandchild...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-E7GmYyI/AAAAAAAADpU/lTR6_qTSzU4/s1600/FH060007.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID-E7GmYyI/AAAAAAAADpU/lTR6_qTSzU4/s400/FH060007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512685304439792418" border="0" /></a>Great Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PatPat</span> holding Cooper for the first time. You can see her face how happy she is to be holding him!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9DvUQy4I/AAAAAAAADpM/x8uvdtSNQAw/s1600/FH060010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9DvUQy4I/AAAAAAAADpM/x8uvdtSNQAw/s400/FH060010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512684184584375170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9DR6WCtI/AAAAAAAADpE/Vjmt_90NatI/s1600/FH060015.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9DR6WCtI/AAAAAAAADpE/Vjmt_90NatI/s400/FH060015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512684176691038930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9CmIlalI/AAAAAAAADo8/w85yUu7YFo0/s1600/FH060018.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9CmIlalI/AAAAAAAADo8/w85yUu7YFo0/s400/FH060018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512684164939606610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9Cc7GtXI/AAAAAAAADo0/SE0t-pVAlV8/s1600/FH060024.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9Cc7GtXI/AAAAAAAADo0/SE0t-pVAlV8/s400/FH060024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512684162467149170" border="0" /></a>Cooper just looked and looked at everybody.... But he was really turning that head to see his Great Granddaddy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9CAsgU8I/AAAAAAAADos/-cAwASuW8eQ/s1600/FH060028.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID9CAsgU8I/AAAAAAAADos/-cAwASuW8eQ/s400/FH060028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512684154889720770" border="0" /></a>Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PatPat</span> and Granddaddy got us some very special gifts, but my most favorite was the frame....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8AwxZrCI/AAAAAAAADok/RCAZk5Y9TwA/s1600/FH050002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8AwxZrCI/AAAAAAAADok/RCAZk5Y9TwA/s400/FH050002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512683033923791906" border="0" /></a>It says<br />"We loved you before we knew you-Even when there was just the hope of you-We Loved You!<br />Yep, I cried when I read that one!<br />How TRUE that is!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8Ag5AILI/AAAAAAAADoc/Eb-fdTNhvrI/s1600/FH050003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8Ag5AILI/AAAAAAAADoc/Eb-fdTNhvrI/s400/FH050003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512683029660704946" border="0" /></a>We got a Great-Grand Frame for my Grandparents!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8AedSbBI/AAAAAAAADoU/1Qy8f6TPH-8/s1600/FH050008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8AedSbBI/AAAAAAAADoU/1Qy8f6TPH-8/s400/FH050008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512683029007592466" border="0" /></a>My Momma with her Daddy and her Grandchild!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8ALwTRYI/AAAAAAAADoM/eDQ4kn8-P8o/s1600/FH050009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID8ALwTRYI/AAAAAAAADoM/eDQ4kn8-P8o/s400/FH050009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512683023987066242" border="0" /></a>I love this picture..... 4 Generations<br />My Momma, My Granddaddy, My Son, and ME!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7_pH75zI/AAAAAAAADoE/K9OWWgVf4gk/s1600/FH050011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7_pH75zI/AAAAAAAADoE/K9OWWgVf4gk/s400/FH050011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512683014690957106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7XqoXrsI/AAAAAAAADn0/FuU9XATr0uA/s1600/FH050013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7XqoXrsI/AAAAAAAADn0/FuU9XATr0uA/s400/FH050013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512682327900663490" border="0" /></a>Granddaddy Mullen with Michael and Cooper<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7XdtREyI/AAAAAAAADns/MvdWtTQpHhk/s1600/FH050017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7XdtREyI/AAAAAAAADns/MvdWtTQpHhk/s400/FH050017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512682324431541026" border="0" /></a>My Family<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7W6qd0DI/AAAAAAAADnk/1ZIp-OwP-1I/s1600/FH050020.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7W6qd0DI/AAAAAAAADnk/1ZIp-OwP-1I/s400/FH050020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512682315024551986" border="0" /></a>In between all the visitors and craziness..Michael and Coop snuck in a nap<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7WX32e2I/AAAAAAAADnc/EHPxSxI2F9Y/s1600/FH050022.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID7WX32e2I/AAAAAAAADnc/EHPxSxI2F9Y/s400/FH050022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512682305685453666" border="0" /></a>My Aunt Donna Kay, Cousin Johnny, and Cousin Rhea meeting Cooper<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6qV_Af1I/AAAAAAAADnU/-p9BMl7Tq4A/s1600/FH050025.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6qV_Af1I/AAAAAAAADnU/-p9BMl7Tq4A/s400/FH050025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512681549264355154" border="0" /></a>Cooper and I with Rhea<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6qCnhBMI/AAAAAAAADnM/OnzFp2K2y68/s1600/FH050026.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6qCnhBMI/AAAAAAAADnM/OnzFp2K2y68/s400/FH050026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512681544065549506" border="0" /></a>Donna Kay, Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">PatPat</span> holding Coop, and Momma<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6p9B5kuI/AAAAAAAADnE/BOWN2rSY78k/s1600/FH050028.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6p9B5kuI/AAAAAAAADnE/BOWN2rSY78k/s400/FH050028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512681542565597922" border="0" /></a>Me with Donna Kay holding Coop<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6pt8KF1I/AAAAAAAADm8/QzLlVGRZHHA/s1600/FH050037.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6pt8KF1I/AAAAAAAADm8/QzLlVGRZHHA/s400/FH050037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512681538514982738" border="0" /></a>Me, Donna Kay, and Momma<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6pBwE3JI/AAAAAAAADm0/_uiQMrxX9IQ/s1600/FH050038.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID6pBwE3JI/AAAAAAAADm0/_uiQMrxX9IQ/s400/FH050038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512681526653148306" border="0" /></a>Later in the afternoon the guys decided it was time to break out the "It's a Boy" Cigars!<br />My Daddy, Michael, Mac, and Mr. Mullen<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1zbEBOJI/AAAAAAAADms/VGhhTVVNa4E/s1600/FH040001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1zbEBOJI/AAAAAAAADms/VGhhTVVNa4E/s400/FH040001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512676207688235154" border="0" /></a>Mac with his first Cigar!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1yx_b2XI/AAAAAAAADmk/oyzltbJLWfA/s1600/FH040004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1yx_b2XI/AAAAAAAADmk/oyzltbJLWfA/s400/FH040004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512676196663155058" border="0" /></a>Light It Up!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1ydffPiI/AAAAAAAADmc/FV_cocuyZjY/s1600/FH040005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1ydffPiI/AAAAAAAADmc/FV_cocuyZjY/s400/FH040005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512676191160450594" border="0" /></a>Mac and Daddy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1x0Na4PI/AAAAAAAADmU/m9hCRm-arqU/s1600/FH040006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1x0Na4PI/AAAAAAAADmU/m9hCRm-arqU/s400/FH040006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512676180078813426" border="0" /></a>The Guys!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1xaBggwI/AAAAAAAADmM/JLou7d2ONWM/s1600/FH040008.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TID1xaBggwI/AAAAAAAADmM/JLou7d2ONWM/s400/FH040008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512676173049529090" border="0" /></a>As you can tell Saturday was a day filled with family and fun! It was a very special day... but lately they all have been!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-15769654131885357372010-08-30T12:45:00.004-05:002010-08-30T13:00:42.090-05:00Friday, May 21st: The Most Awesome Girlfriends Baby Shower EVER!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx7AL7EzcI/AAAAAAAADl0/T59jnqN5VEY/s1600/Jessa%27s+baby+Shower+Invite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx7AL7EzcI/AAAAAAAADl0/T59jnqN5VEY/s400/Jessa%27s+baby+Shower+Invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506911687498059202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So right when we found out about Cooper my AWESOME girlfriends went into over drive starting to plan a shower. They waited till the birth mother handed Cooper over to the agency and signed the paperwork... then they were off planning away! They planned the shower for Friday night.. at the time it all sounded so perfect! The shower would be the night before we got Coop and we would be ready... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">HAHAHAHAHA</span>... as you know we got Coop a little early... But I was still VERY excited!<br />Since all the guys had also planned to take Michael to Buffalo Wild Wings, it was a matter of who was gonna keep Cooper. My wonderful mother in law offered to stay and keep him so my mother could go with me.<br />Mr.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Daffin</span> (Michael's Step-Dad) also came and got to meet Cooper for the first time.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is Mr and Mrs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Daffin</span> with Michael and Cooper!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6NebZqgI/AAAAAAAADlc/Yf6hCP2slII/s1600/FH100016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6NebZqgI/AAAAAAAADlc/Yf6hCP2slII/s400/FH100016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910816292153858" border="0" /></a>Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Daffin</span> with Michael and Cooper<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx61_OHcbI/AAAAAAAADlk/Xiq9qSimY7U/s1600/FH100015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx61_OHcbI/AAAAAAAADlk/Xiq9qSimY7U/s400/FH100015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506911512289571250" border="0" /></a>I love this picture!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PaPa</span>, Dar-Dar, Dee-Dee, and Granddaddy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">JB</span>!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx62TxR5kI/AAAAAAAADls/-sEnSmbYh7E/s1600/Grandparents.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx62TxR5kI/AAAAAAAADls/-sEnSmbYh7E/s400/Grandparents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506911517805766210" border="0" /></a>I knew I was in for a wonderful time, but it was hard leaving Cooper. This was the first time I left him at night. I showered him with many kisses and gave him much love before I left.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6MyESlRI/AAAAAAAADlU/oPvxLxfZSyc/s1600/FH100025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6MyESlRI/AAAAAAAADlU/oPvxLxfZSyc/s400/FH100025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910804384060690" border="0" /></a>Mom and I finally said our many goodbyes and headed the few miles over to Whitney's house. I was very excited when I got there and my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Olexa's</span> Dar went crazy when I walked in the door.. In my head I heard....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ninininininininin</span>... and then it got faster and faster until I walked in the dining room and saw a beautiful site..... An <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Olexa's</span> Cake with Coop's monogram... This is my favorite cake and my girlfriends knew that... Way to Go Girls!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6MW9-uQI/AAAAAAAADlM/D2PTh7DrWow/s1600/FH100038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6MW9-uQI/AAAAAAAADlM/D2PTh7DrWow/s400/FH100038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910797109836034" border="0" /></a>The wonderful girls who threw together this awesome shower in a matter of days..<br />My Hostesses:<br />L to R: Whitney Hardy, Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Hearn</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Maghan</span> Craig (with Addison), Cortney McKinney, Me, and Mandy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Iffland</span>. Ashley Cosby was also a hostess, but was not able to be there (tell me that is not love!)<br />I can NEVER thank these girls enough! They are all so dear to me!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6MGtm3GI/AAAAAAAADlE/ar-PodQtHsU/s1600/FH100031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6MGtm3GI/AAAAAAAADlE/ar-PodQtHsU/s400/FH100031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910792746196066" border="0" /></a>Group Shot (with the cake of course).. We had some friends who did not make the shot and my mother was taking the photo!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6LqcPr6I/AAAAAAAADk8/EJhGtTgZHOI/s1600/FH100001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx6LqcPr6I/AAAAAAAADk8/EJhGtTgZHOI/s400/FH100001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910785157181346" border="0" /></a>The food was wonderful.. There was homemade casseroles, salad, bread.. all the good southern food we all love!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4VBdlESI/AAAAAAAADj8/NIcfkXQkwDg/s1600/FH100035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4VBdlESI/AAAAAAAADj8/NIcfkXQkwDg/s400/FH100035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506908746932359458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4UgPoyfI/AAAAAAAADj0/LDDaH6Pc8VM/s1600/FH100036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4UgPoyfI/AAAAAAAADj0/LDDaH6Pc8VM/s400/FH100036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506908738015513074" border="0" /></a>Like I said the food was wonderful, but the best part was yet to come! I stood over Whitney as she was cutting the cake.. I blamed it on taking the picture, but really I just wanted a piece...quickly!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5T-EEBNI/AAAAAAAADk0/WEtRTWljp-I/s1600/FH100004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5T-EEBNI/AAAAAAAADk0/WEtRTWljp-I/s400/FH100004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506909828351788242" border="0" /></a>Katie, Mandy (with Baby Tate in Tummy), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kristin</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Kinnery</span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Maghan</span>.. All enjoying the yum, yum, yum, yum... did I say YUM Cake!<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5TNqDzgI/AAAAAAAADkk/BnrpwXQpRyU/s1600/FH100005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5TNqDzgI/AAAAAAAADkk/BnrpwXQpRyU/s400/FH100005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506909815357820418" border="0" /></a>Sitting around finishing our food and talking! Everyone is looking at me.....I am sure I was talking about Cooper!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4UN3KzDI/AAAAAAAADjs/sIkx8gt_V_c/s1600/FH100039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4UN3KzDI/AAAAAAAADjs/sIkx8gt_V_c/s400/FH100039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506908733081046066" border="0" /></a>Brooke and Mary Jane playing with Addison<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5SryCUjI/AAAAAAAADkc/mXChk5fgl5g/s1600/FH100006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5SryCUjI/AAAAAAAADkc/mXChk5fgl5g/s400/FH100006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506909806264472114" border="0" /></a>Momma and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4VwDlEvI/AAAAAAAADkM/K00wh5FetTg/s1600/FH100032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4VwDlEvI/AAAAAAAADkM/K00wh5FetTg/s400/FH100032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506908759439774450" border="0" /></a>Valerie and I<br />Valerie is a very dear friend of mine from Montgomery. She has been there for me through everything and has been a wonderful friend. I was so very thrilled she drove all the way from Montgomery for my shower!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4VdLxbsI/AAAAAAAADkE/qAGY6wX2Kas/s1600/FH100034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx4VdLxbsI/AAAAAAAADkE/qAGY6wX2Kas/s400/FH100034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506908754373865154" border="0" /></a>Playing Games!<br />Our first game was passing the baby food jars around and seeing if you can guess what it is.. From the look on Brooke's face I would say this one stunk!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5SM83zOI/AAAAAAAADkU/pxRC4cup5XA/s1600/FH100008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5SM83zOI/AAAAAAAADkU/pxRC4cup5XA/s400/FH100008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506909797988420834" border="0" /> </a>Our next game was to "finish the nursery <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">rhythm</span>". We were given a sheet with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">bunch</span> of partial nursery <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">rhythms</span> and asked to finish them.. How did me.. the new mommy.. do? Welllllllll.. lets just say I need to brush up on my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">rhythms</span> a little!<br />I love this picture of Amy and I! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5SM83zOI/AAAAAAAADkU/pxRC4cup5XA/s1600/FH100008.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5TpWqm9I/AAAAAAAADks/rDx5nh2TOqY/s1600/FH100011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx5TpWqm9I/AAAAAAAADks/rDx5nh2TOqY/s400/FH100011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506909822792670162" border="0" /></a>Next it was time to open gifts! I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">OVERWHELMED</span> with the amount of gifts.. they just kept coming and coming... Cooper got some beautiful and wonderful things! I am so blessed to have wonderful friends who were so happy for us and showered us with so many wonderful things.. but most of all.. with so much LOVE!<br />Cooper's first bathing suit! From My Momma<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TG0qX_Z6GLI/AAAAAAAADl8/4BcYlWH6TW0/s1600/bathing+suit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TG0qX_Z6GLI/AAAAAAAADl8/4BcYlWH6TW0/s400/bathing+suit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507104510989441202" border="0" /></a>Wendy knows me well and knew I needed monogrammed stuff for Coop<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3foHn6CI/AAAAAAAADjk/YxjfuSuzggM/s1600/FH090005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3foHn6CI/AAAAAAAADjk/YxjfuSuzggM/s400/FH090005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506907829596317730" border="0" /></a>In Valerie's bag of stuff there was a tiger... An Auburn Tiger of Course!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3fahiQwI/AAAAAAAADjc/DECxXlUdYoQ/s1600/FH090008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3fahiQwI/AAAAAAAADjc/DECxXlUdYoQ/s400/FH090008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506907825946903298" border="0" /></a>Mary Jane and Brooke knew Cooper needed Auburn stuff. Among all the orange and blue baby stuff was also an Auburn Shirt!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3ey-C8LI/AAAAAAAADjU/O9Gyt3FBdYA/s1600/FH090015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3ey-C8LI/AAAAAAAADjU/O9Gyt3FBdYA/s400/FH090015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506907815329067186" border="0" /></a>I was super excited to see the diaper bag my mother in law had given me.....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3ekeRQzI/AAAAAAAADjM/jO5I3Y_vLQQ/s1600/FH090024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3ekeRQzI/AAAAAAAADjM/jO5I3Y_vLQQ/s400/FH090024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506907811437691698" border="0" /></a>Then I saw it was monogrammed.. EVEN BETTER!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3eASR3KI/AAAAAAAADjE/33dJmFImUtY/s1600/FH090025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx3eASR3KI/AAAAAAAADjE/33dJmFImUtY/s400/FH090025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506907801723722914" border="0" /></a>Love it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2VSEhJQI/AAAAAAAADi8/MI6ilWnGM4g/s1600/FH090028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2VSEhJQI/AAAAAAAADi8/MI6ilWnGM4g/s400/FH090028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506906552367392002" border="0" /></a>Only I would get monogrammed diapers! (Amy's face in this picture CRACKS me up)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2U8f99FI/AAAAAAAADi0/gKrV47OmYZs/s1600/FH090031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2U8f99FI/AAAAAAAADi0/gKrV47OmYZs/s400/FH090031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506906546576946258" border="0" /></a>The hostesses got us a baby bath FULL of stuff... Much Needed!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2T5GkDfI/AAAAAAAADik/l9VqyjkIjb8/s1600/FH090034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2T5GkDfI/AAAAAAAADik/l9VqyjkIjb8/s400/FH090034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506906528485215730" border="0" /></a>Momma got Cooper the most beautiful baby blue outfit. It is one of my favorites and he wears for all special occasions! (I had looked at this at Sew Precious, but was not sure if it was a good size. I had gone in Friday morning and mother went in Friday afternoon right before the shower. The lady in Sew Precious remembered me and showed Mother this outfit.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2TQqK6bI/AAAAAAAADic/WlYsMohEj6g/s1600/FH090038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGx2TQqK6bI/AAAAAAAADic/WlYsMohEj6g/s400/FH090038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506906517628709298" border="0" /></a>These pictures make me smile! I had waited so long to have a baby shower.. I felt like it was a dream. I was so very happy that night and you can tell in these pictures! I can not say enough how much that night meant to me! It was wonderful! I call it my "crazy, last minute, girlfriend shower"... but you would have never known it was last minute by the amount of people that came and how great the shower was! My friends love me very much and I felt that at this shower!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">ohhhh</span> and did I mention the loot that I went home with...WOW! Coop got some great stuff.....<br />Everyone made me feel so special that night!<br />The wait was well worth it....<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-75292640930648290372010-08-18T08:00:00.004-05:002010-08-18T08:20:54.665-05:00Friday, May 21, 2010<div style="text-align: center;">Because everything happened so quickly I had a little work that I needed to get in order before taking some time off.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Soooo</span> against what I wanted, I went to work for a few hours on Friday morning. I left Cooper with Momma! I was wanting to put it off, but I went ahead and went early in the morning so I could get back as soon as possible. It ended up starting to pour down and was a very yucky morning. Once I got home I put my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PJ</span> pants back on...hey momma and Coop were still in theirs!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">We were expecting very special visitors late in the morning. Grandaddy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">JB</span> (my daddy) and Uncle Mac were on their way!<br />Please look right over me in ALL these pictures....I was looking a little rough!<br />Here is Granddaddy and Uncle Mac seeing Coop for the first time!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQ8Qw0RiI/AAAAAAAADiM/V5GQOUKRlj8/s1600/FH110002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQ8Qw0RiI/AAAAAAAADiM/V5GQOUKRlj8/s400/FH110002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724703101011490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQ74nL3kI/AAAAAAAADiE/2hUpvrI2DqU/s1600/FH110003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQ74nL3kI/AAAAAAAADiE/2hUpvrI2DqU/s400/FH110003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724696618163778" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Granddaddy holding Coop for the first time!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQccAVPVI/AAAAAAAADh8/_uN4J4eIBDQ/s1600/FH110005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQccAVPVI/AAAAAAAADh8/_uN4J4eIBDQ/s400/FH110005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724156363062610" border="0" /></a>Mac had a special surprise for Michael! And of course there is a story behind this gift!<br />So the story goes:<br />At my wedding my Daddy made a toast and pulled out a box of cigars. There were 4 cigars in the box. They were "It's a Girl" Cigars left from when I was born. Daddy had my Granddaddy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">McCabe</span> (My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Momma's</span> Daddy) and Michael there with him. He gave one cigar to each. He lit Granddaddy's cigar and then lit his from Granddaddy's and then Michael's from his. They left one in the box!<br />Mac remembered this and has always thought it was a great thing to do! So as a surprise, he got Michael "It's a Boy" cigars! Here is Mac showing them to me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPwo5TJjI/AAAAAAAADhM/6HXkp91bWCw/s1600/FH110018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPwo5TJjI/AAAAAAAADhM/6HXkp91bWCw/s400/FH110018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506723403908982322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQcMdwr3I/AAAAAAAADh0/hJ-n9u3uTI8/s1600/FH110017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQcMdwr3I/AAAAAAAADh0/hJ-n9u3uTI8/s400/FH110017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724152191528818" border="0" /></a>Granddaddy holding Cooper!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQbo2T-oI/AAAAAAAADhs/zDYTRdGKaBE/s1600/FH110006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQbo2T-oI/AAAAAAAADhs/zDYTRdGKaBE/s400/FH110006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724142630828674" border="0" /></a>My Daddy's face cracks me up in this picture!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQbFij9vI/AAAAAAAADhk/OLHfMLV8sfY/s1600/FH110011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQbFij9vI/AAAAAAAADhk/OLHfMLV8sfY/s400/FH110011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724133152749298" border="0" /></a>The proud, first time Grandparents!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPw_z17SI/AAAAAAAADhU/CEzTic8Auag/s1600/FH110016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPw_z17SI/AAAAAAAADhU/CEzTic8Auag/s400/FH110016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506723410060111138" border="0" /></a>Uncle Mac waiting his turn!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQa9TAzFI/AAAAAAAADhc/IxW0_hVO58E/s1600/FH110014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvQa9TAzFI/AAAAAAAADhc/IxW0_hVO58E/s400/FH110014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506724130940046418" border="0" /></a>Uncle Mac holding Coop for the first time. I do not think Mac thought Cooper was gonna be this small. He was a little nervous holding him! I think he even <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">referred</span> to him as a blob! Now that is not nice!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPvjrsECI/AAAAAAAADg0/8PMcUT30AGc/s1600/FH110024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPvjrsECI/AAAAAAAADg0/8PMcUT30AGc/s400/FH110024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506723385329848354" border="0" /></a>Maybe this is when he was calling my beautiful baby a "blob"!<br />In reality I have no clue why Mac was making this face... But I KNOW he was not making it at MY baby!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPwP4qkwI/AAAAAAAADhE/dZ9YsfNkEuk/s1600/FH110020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPwP4qkwI/AAAAAAAADhE/dZ9YsfNkEuk/s400/FH110020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506723397195436802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPHa3cs8I/AAAAAAAADgs/0Y41PkRZImU/s1600/FH110025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPHa3cs8I/AAAAAAAADgs/0Y41PkRZImU/s400/FH110025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506722695768486850" border="0" /></a>Mother said she has had this for some time... It is a Christmas Santa holding a baby! Perfect Christmas decoration for Coop's room! Oh and y'all know how I love to decorate for Christmas.. My Momma knows me so well!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPvwgj67I/AAAAAAAADg8/iMP1HZvEf-0/s1600/FH110022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPvwgj67I/AAAAAAAADg8/iMP1HZvEf-0/s400/FH110022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506723388772838322" border="0" /></a>Before coming to Birmingham, Mom went to this precious children's store in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Destin</span> called Hugs and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hissyfits</span>. When she walked in Mac was already in there with a gift for Cooper on the counter! He had picked it out himself!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPG6OAukI/AAAAAAAADgk/kN8qk9LtsU4/s1600/FH110028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPG6OAukI/AAAAAAAADgk/kN8qk9LtsU4/s400/FH110028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506722687004752450" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">blonde</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cocker</span> Spaniel Puppy (a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Kenzie</span>).....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had also given Cooper a sweet Auburn Shirt with navy gingham bubble shorts!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPGe1yKgI/AAAAAAAADgc/IC6MEDiOyBk/s1600/FH110030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPGe1yKgI/AAAAAAAADgc/IC6MEDiOyBk/s400/FH110030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506722679655377410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPFzWeZwI/AAAAAAAADgU/bjp5xCAvwDM/s1600/FH110033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPFzWeZwI/AAAAAAAADgU/bjp5xCAvwDM/s400/FH110033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506722667981334274" border="0" /></a>Mac giving Michael his surprise.. Of course he was telling him why he bought them!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPFlEKBjI/AAAAAAAADgM/N3-euze35R0/s1600/FH110035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvPFlEKBjI/AAAAAAAADgM/N3-euze35R0/s400/FH110035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506722664146404914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvObr-i8CI/AAAAAAAADgE/HEjcTgRfHf0/s1600/FH110036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvObr-i8CI/AAAAAAAADgE/HEjcTgRfHf0/s400/FH110036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506721944447414306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvObVdKZ2I/AAAAAAAADf8/idwCTnCsy5c/s1600/FH110037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvObVdKZ2I/AAAAAAAADf8/idwCTnCsy5c/s400/FH110037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506721938401814370" border="0" /></a>And Of course, Michael LOVED them!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvZO81ffqI/AAAAAAAADiU/HTmmZ5zT1jA/s1600/FH110038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvZO81ffqI/AAAAAAAADiU/HTmmZ5zT1jA/s400/FH110038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506733820262448802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvOah_w0XI/AAAAAAAADfs/ojz3FBkPSOg/s1600/FH110040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGvOah_w0XI/AAAAAAAADfs/ojz3FBkPSOg/s400/FH110040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506721924588294514" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It had been a fun day and more fun was to come! My baby shower that my girlfriends had planned was that night and the guys were taking Michael to Buffalo Wild Wings!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-86007485442091784042010-08-14T09:50:00.004-05:002010-08-14T10:16:05.211-05:00Thursday, May 20, 2010: To Over the Mountain Peds We Go!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaTKzbgh_I/AAAAAAAADfk/n_H3ulPkJvc/s1600/Cooper+on+Second+Day.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaTKzbgh_I/AAAAAAAADfk/n_H3ulPkJvc/s400/Cooper+on+Second+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505249408320571378" border="0" /></a>On Thursday I woke up and had survived our first night with Coop. We had tried to put him down in the bassinet, but he wanted no part of it... plus <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shug</span> kept on trying to jump in with him. We both finally ended up downstairs....Cooper in his swing and me curled up in the chair next to him. And that is how we slept.... when we slept..Sometime in the middle of the night I went upstairs to ask mother something and she ended up coming downstairs with us. She spent the rest of the night on the couch! Oh a mothers love!<br />On the chair, on the floor, on a bed of nails.. I would have slept anywhere to be next to him!<br />Thursday we all got ready. We had a doctors appointment to get to! Everything happened so quickly we had not officially picked our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pediatrician</span> yet. Although we had one that had come highly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">recommended</span> by Whitney. But they did not except <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MediCaid</span> and since Coop was not on our insurance yet we could not go there. We knew we wanted Coop checked out as soon as possible so we made an appointment with Over The Mountain Pediatrics. Which is where our agency highly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">recommended</span>. To say the least I fell in love with them there!<br />Everyone was so nice! Here is the nurse about to weight Cooper!<br />On 5/20/2010 he weighed: 8 pounds 13 ounces<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaS1dEL2xI/AAAAAAAADfU/FrVMFuJAoTo/s1600/FH130022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaS1dEL2xI/AAAAAAAADfU/FrVMFuJAoTo/s400/FH130022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505249041539914514" border="0" /></a>We saw Dr. Jeanne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Favrot</span> and she was wonderful. Before this appointment I had had thought I would just let Over the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mtn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Peds</span> do the first check up and then switch after we got Coop on our insurance.....But...that all changed once I met Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Favrot</span>! She stayed and answered ALL Mother's and my questions! Trust me.. We had a list! She took her time with us! We are blessed enough to have all of Cooper's medical records, so she read over those and checked him good! She also realized that Cooper was behind on his shots and we needed to get him caught up.. I think I teared up when I realized she meant THEN! Thankful she saw the fear in my eyes... I just knew he had been through so much in the last few days, all he needed was to get a bunch of shots too! So she said that when we came back next week, we could do them then..<br />Sigh of Relief!<br />Throughout the visit she had heard our story and knew we had only had our little guy around 24 hours! She gave me a hug and when I pulled away I saw tears in her eyes! At that moment I knew I had just met our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pediatrician</span>. I knew she would take good care of us!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaS1IF_4UI/AAAAAAAADfM/LiCt6rhWi8o/s1600/FH130026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaS1IF_4UI/AAAAAAAADfM/LiCt6rhWi8o/s400/FH130026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505249035910373698" border="0" /></a>One of the things we had asked Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Favrot</span> was about taking Cooper on a few errands. She said that as long as it was just a few a day and they were quick, it was OK! Which was good news since I had a nursery to get ready! Our first stop was to pick up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">O'Carrs</span> chicken salad plate to go! Then we stopped by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Storkland</span> to look! I had a lady who was suppose to make our bedding, but she had not gotten back to me..... So I was a little worried that would not work out. While at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Storkland</span> I found bedding that was very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">similar</span> to what I had in mind.. We went with it! We walked out with our bedding ordered, a few sweet things to hang on the wall, and of course our first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lovey</span> (a baby blue bear)!<br />Here is a picture of our bedding! I think it looks great with our dark crib! More pictures of the nursery to come!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaS0kxZn6I/AAAAAAAADfE/BZ8zOFvd5ZE/s1600/FH130027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaS0kxZn6I/AAAAAAAADfE/BZ8zOFvd5ZE/s400/FH130027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505249026428739490" border="0" /></a>On the way home I just snapped away! I can't get enough pictures!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRxIJd7uI/AAAAAAAADe8/djvfutz7y8Q/s1600/FH130002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRxIJd7uI/AAAAAAAADe8/djvfutz7y8Q/s400/FH130002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505247867693821666" border="0" /></a>He looked so sweet I hated to bother him!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRwlsRFJI/AAAAAAAADe0/aGuqYdJ8NeI/s1600/FH120001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRwlsRFJI/AAAAAAAADe0/aGuqYdJ8NeI/s400/FH120001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505247858444539026" border="0" /></a>Mother and I had so much fun with Cooper and the camera. We had multiple photo shoots a day!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRwU0aFAI/AAAAAAAADes/xy5oOZza-Z8/s1600/FH120010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRwU0aFAI/AAAAAAAADes/xy5oOZza-Z8/s400/FH120010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505247853915280386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRv5wNFxI/AAAAAAAADek/14Hpn02pGyI/s1600/FH120011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaRv5wNFxI/AAAAAAAADek/14Hpn02pGyI/s400/FH120011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505247846649894674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQp9VE9RI/AAAAAAAADec/o6uMnhGt3Ps/s1600/FH120023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQp9VE9RI/AAAAAAAADec/o6uMnhGt3Ps/s400/FH120023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505246645019014418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQpamc6RI/AAAAAAAADeU/aFtWCYzWtg8/s1600/FH120029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQpamc6RI/AAAAAAAADeU/aFtWCYzWtg8/s400/FH120029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505246635696646418" border="0" /></a>That night Cortney brought us dinner and let me tell you it was yum yum good!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQpN6AGuI/AAAAAAAADeM/SdmBLg0Qn_4/s1600/FH120031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQpN6AGuI/AAAAAAAADeM/SdmBLg0Qn_4/s400/FH120031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505246632288983778" border="0" /></a></div> It was so much fun having her there! Knowing she will be giving Cooper a little friend soon... It will be so much fun having our babies so close in age!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQoiZf2VI/AAAAAAAADeE/AH5vLWgmSFk/s1600/FH120033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQoiZf2VI/AAAAAAAADeE/AH5vLWgmSFk/s400/FH120033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505246620609927506" border="0" /></a>Day 2 with Cooper was wonderful.<br />We got so much done! And I loved every minute of it...<br />Living My Dream!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQoXohLfI/AAAAAAAADd8/MlVPjiQnmJ8/s1600/FH120035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGaQoXohLfI/AAAAAAAADd8/MlVPjiQnmJ8/s400/FH120035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505246617720139250" border="0" /></a>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-43448877698107723622010-08-09T13:15:00.002-05:002010-08-09T13:24:49.757-05:00May, 19, 2010: Bringing Home Coop!<div style="text-align: center;">When we pulled in Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DeeDee</span> (My Mother) and Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DarDar</span> (Michael's Mother) were already outside waiting on us.<br />Mother took this picture as we had just pulled up and were getting Cooper out of the car.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGA9nVxUV-I/AAAAAAAADds/a_iYVXDO8k8/s1600/car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGA9nVxUV-I/AAAAAAAADds/a_iYVXDO8k8/s400/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503466490714937314" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Before we knew it both Grandmothers were right there leaning in wanting to see him. Mother was trying to take pictures and see him at the same time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGA9mkBmsSI/AAAAAAAADdk/pW9vkFj9UAI/s1600/cooper+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGA9mkBmsSI/AAAAAAAADdk/pW9vkFj9UAI/s400/cooper+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503466477361475874" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGA9mcNQqjI/AAAAAAAADdc/imjQ-fhhP_o/s1600/cooper+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGA9mcNQqjI/AAAAAAAADdc/imjQ-fhhP_o/s400/cooper+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503466475262880306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3pulQ9S7I/AAAAAAAADcs/_7yTSsnNQf4/s1600/DSC_1206.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3pulQ9S7I/AAAAAAAADcs/_7yTSsnNQf4/s400/DSC_1206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502811306203106226" border="0" /></a>This is one of my favorite pictures. We were both so excited to be bringing Cooper home. And of course I had a Target bag. Doesn't everyone make a trip to Target before they pick up their son?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3q1U6PkFI/AAAAAAAADc8/7Ox8oYKDS3E/s1600/us+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3q1U6PkFI/AAAAAAAADc8/7Ox8oYKDS3E/s400/us+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502812521583579218" border="0" /></a>We came right in and got him out of the car seat to show him off. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shug</span> was trying to check him out. This was the first of MANY kisses to come from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shug</span>!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ovd88LzI/AAAAAAAADcM/aL1bBSrTiqc/s1600/Shug+finding+Coop+out+Crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ovd88LzI/AAAAAAAADcM/aL1bBSrTiqc/s400/Shug+finding+Coop+out+Crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502810221908340530" border="0" /></a>Could my smile be any bigger?<br />I was just a little happy.. Just a little!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3oukubMFI/AAAAAAAADb8/fYeWhOD2iSM/s1600/us+with+Coop+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3oukubMFI/AAAAAAAADb8/fYeWhOD2iSM/s400/us+with+Coop+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502810206546636882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ovE-EUfI/AAAAAAAADcE/6fmM3-RQk5M/s1600/DSC_1212.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ovE-EUfI/AAAAAAAADcE/6fmM3-RQk5M/s400/DSC_1212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502810215202181618" border="0" /></a>Michael could not stay long, because he had to go back to work. That was so hard! Because we got Cooper so quickly, Michael had already planned a very important meeting that people had flown in to be apart of. But we had a nice little photo session before he left!<br />Daddy with Coop!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ptu-BTxI/AAAAAAAADcc/ym6tMzFULS0/s1600/DSC_1229.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ptu-BTxI/AAAAAAAADcc/ym6tMzFULS0/s400/DSC_1229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502811291628162834" border="0" /></a>Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DeeDee</span> (My Mother) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nY7nXL2I/AAAAAAAADb0/JzpaR_4LdPU/s1600/My+mother+with+us+with+Coop+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nY7nXL2I/AAAAAAAADb0/JzpaR_4LdPU/s400/My+mother+with+us+with+Coop+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502808735222280034" border="0" /></a>Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DarDar</span> (Michael's Mother)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nYOmExxI/AAAAAAAADbs/x8gq7UyetT8/s1600/DSC_1217+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nYOmExxI/AAAAAAAADbs/x8gq7UyetT8/s400/DSC_1217+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502808723137283858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ov47diJI/AAAAAAAADcU/aVIb51Sy8oU/s1600/DSC_1207.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3ov47diJI/AAAAAAAADcU/aVIb51Sy8oU/s400/DSC_1207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502810229149894802" border="0" /></a>Us changing Cooper's diaper for the first time!<br />Do you see him crying.. He was not happy about being put down!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3pumJPDKI/AAAAAAAADc0/iJP9IMQthl4/s1600/Us+changing+Coop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3pumJPDKI/AAAAAAAADc0/iJP9IMQthl4/s400/Us+changing+Coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502811306439150754" border="0" /></a>But I think that was the ONLY time he was put down ALL day. I also think this was the last time I held him for hours! The Grandmothers hogged him quite a bit! But that was fine! I just loved knowing that he was home with us!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3pt08wrfI/AAAAAAAADck/WqhSs07BkNI/s1600/Me+with+Coop+kissing+him+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3pt08wrfI/AAAAAAAADck/WqhSs07BkNI/s400/Me+with+Coop+kissing+him+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502811293233491442" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nXkB1fBI/AAAAAAAADbk/3AhdKvxt76I/s1600/DSC_1237.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nXkB1fBI/AAAAAAAADbk/3AhdKvxt76I/s400/DSC_1237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502808711710997522" border="0" /></a>We did try to put him in the swing to see if he would like it. Can you say.. Life Saver! The Hardy's let us borrow this since Hayes is to big for it now.. Cooper has and is LOVING it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mWk2p8wI/AAAAAAAADbU/kAXfqBWA2lA/s1600/DSC_1243.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mWk2p8wI/AAAAAAAADbU/kAXfqBWA2lA/s400/DSC_1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502807595241042690" border="0" /></a>Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">DeeDee</span> with her first Grandchild!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nXCB_SdI/AAAAAAAADbc/Jdw1cbyCZz0/s1600/My+momma+with+Coop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3nXCB_SdI/AAAAAAAADbc/Jdw1cbyCZz0/s400/My+momma+with+Coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502808702584834514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mWHDuqKI/AAAAAAAADbM/EqfK1wdEv6Y/s1600/DSC_1248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mWHDuqKI/AAAAAAAADbM/EqfK1wdEv6Y/s400/DSC_1248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502807587242813602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mV3qB-mI/AAAAAAAADbE/zWe0Or1gitY/s1600/DSC_1245.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mV3qB-mI/AAAAAAAADbE/zWe0Or1gitY/s400/DSC_1245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502807583108495970" border="0" /></a>Grandmother <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">DarDar</span> loving on Cooper<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mVvED8ZI/AAAAAAAADa8/giUCQrvClag/s1600/DSC_1219.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mVvED8ZI/AAAAAAAADa8/giUCQrvClag/s400/DSC_1219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502807580801757586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mVJIcZuI/AAAAAAAADa0/-V6555o4kdA/s1600/Mrs+Daffin+with+Coop+close+up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF3mVJIcZuI/AAAAAAAADa0/-V6555o4kdA/s400/Mrs+Daffin+with+Coop+close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502807570619590370" border="0" /></a>He looked so beautiful in his coming home outfit!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1h_OTDP7I/AAAAAAAADak/V-rTbfqRpMs/s1600/DSC_1266.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1h_OTDP7I/AAAAAAAADak/V-rTbfqRpMs/s400/DSC_1266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502662058514268082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1h-kblN7I/AAAAAAAADac/jmwhpiXeMdg/s1600/DSC_1268.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1h-kblN7I/AAAAAAAADac/jmwhpiXeMdg/s400/DSC_1268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502662047275759538" border="0" /></a>Whitney was our first none family visitor and she brought us a nice surprise!<br />She let us borrow their BIG BLUE BOW!<br />It's a BOY!<br />Whit hanging the bow!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1h9_G5qGI/AAAAAAAADaU/Mg1kVVKtZlI/s1600/DSC_1281.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1h9_G5qGI/AAAAAAAADaU/Mg1kVVKtZlI/s400/DSC_1281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502662037256906850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gy335URI/AAAAAAAADaM/_dYjWsXbawk/s1600/DSC_1285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gy335URI/AAAAAAAADaM/_dYjWsXbawk/s400/DSC_1285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502660746824732946" border="0" /></a>Shaun and Ashley brought us dinner that night. They did good.. They brought Zoe's!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gyDE1nyI/AAAAAAAADZ8/0BQg_qphGFw/s1600/DSC_1278.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gyDE1nyI/AAAAAAAADZ8/0BQg_qphGFw/s400/DSC_1278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502660732651937570" border="0" /></a>Me with Ashley and Whitney holding Cooper!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gyp_ROpI/AAAAAAAADaE/Bb6Jsh2plZs/s1600/DSC_1277.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gyp_ROpI/AAAAAAAADaE/Bb6Jsh2plZs/s400/DSC_1277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502660743097563794" border="0" /></a>Shaun, Ashley, Michael with Cooper, Me, and Whit<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gxj4o31I/AAAAAAAADZ0/gIGb8BDC80k/s1600/DSC_1287+crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1gxj4o31I/AAAAAAAADZ0/gIGb8BDC80k/s400/DSC_1287+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502660724279271250" border="0" /></a>Once Daddy got home and settled in, he spent some good time with Coop.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fk2Ui0dI/AAAAAAAADZs/KzvyFXhnyuU/s1600/DSC_1308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fk2Ui0dI/AAAAAAAADZs/KzvyFXhnyuU/s400/DSC_1308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502659406378226130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fkWPhY3I/AAAAAAAADZk/1ffJtvAGQb0/s1600/DSC_1310.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fkWPhY3I/AAAAAAAADZk/1ffJtvAGQb0/s400/DSC_1310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502659397767226226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fj6zi5OI/AAAAAAAADZc/pftdfJP4Txo/s1600/DSC_1312.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fj6zi5OI/AAAAAAAADZc/pftdfJP4Txo/s400/DSC_1312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502659390402127074" border="0" /></a>As Mother was holding Cooper he feel asleep with his feet resting on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kenzie</span>..<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fjZ-29xI/AAAAAAAADZU/sNnNGCujspY/s1600/DSC_1307.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TF1fjZ-29xI/AAAAAAAADZU/sNnNGCujspY/s400/DSC_1307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502659381591209746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGBDi0f90JI/AAAAAAAADd0/LD_n33-Y3c0/s1600/outfit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TGBDi0f90JI/AAAAAAAADd0/LD_n33-Y3c0/s400/outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503473010134077586" border="0" /></a>I have had some pretty great days in my life! My wedding day was pretty awesome! But I can honestly say that this was the BEST day of my life! This was the day I had been wanting and praying so long for... It was perfect! I hated that Michael had to work, but the Grandmothers made it so special. Just the three of us sat around the den all day just loving on Cooper. We did not turn on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">tv</span> or anything like that. We just sat with the lights dimmed, in a hushed voice, and loved the fact that this little boy was ours! This is a day that I never want to forget! I never want to forget hardly being able to sleep the night before, getting ready to leave, waiting on the birth mother to bring Cooper out, Seeing her come in with him in her arms, watching her hand him into Michael's arms, and having to watch her say Goodbye. I never want to forget seeing the look on the Grandmother's faces as they saw him for the first time or bringing him into the house. I want to remember it all..<br />Every Wonderful Detail!<br />This was the day I had dreamed about! And I had just lived it! I had just lived the most wonderful day of my life!</div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-13181169361183354762010-07-21T13:40:00.001-05:002010-07-21T20:36:26.315-05:00Wednesday, May 19: Cooper's Gotcha Day!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEegiukZlOI/AAAAAAAADZE/RD5ifaHmiYI/s1600/Cooper+Crop+Blog.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEegiukZlOI/AAAAAAAADZE/RD5ifaHmiYI/s400/Cooper+Crop+Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496538388705678562" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me begin this post by saying.. Let the pictures begin..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">If you know me.. You know that I love to take pictures and take lots of them.. Well if think I took lots of pictures before.. That was nothing....<br /></div>MASSIVE amounts of pictures are about to be posted.<br />I would love to say I slept like a baby on Tuesday night and woke up well rested... Laugh with me! Yep, we all know better than that! I was SO excited I could hardly stand it.<br />I woke up bright and early and started to get ready....<br />Of course, Michael was on the Auburn Message Board... Cooper this is your daddy's favorite place in the house.. In front of the computer in his office!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbzAMUepyI/AAAAAAAADXM/aoRsPMir2z8/s1600/DSC_1119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbzAMUepyI/AAAAAAAADXM/aoRsPMir2z8/s320/DSC_1119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496347579884939042" border="0" /></a>My mother got into town Tuesday night and helped me finish getting everything ready. She brought loads of stuff. She brought the outfit that Mac came home from the hospital in for us to bring Cooper home in. I thought this was so special!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx5ZyXb5I/AAAAAAAADXE/wghwRug19bA/s1600/DSC_1128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx5ZyXb5I/AAAAAAAADXE/wghwRug19bA/s320/DSC_1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496346363729244050" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shug</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kenzie</span> were still not sure what was happening. We thought we better get one more picture of them.. Who knew when they were gonna be in a picture again!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx5OQ1-II/AAAAAAAADW8/3_swFEOKKYQ/s1600/Me+with+Dogs+Crop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx5OQ1-II/AAAAAAAADW8/3_swFEOKKYQ/s320/Me+with+Dogs+Crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496346360635848834" border="0" /></a>Michael and I as we were on our way to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">agency</span>!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx4tJ7-ZI/AAAAAAAADW0/99i2YOaQo4A/s1600/DSC_1135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx4tJ7-ZI/AAAAAAAADW0/99i2YOaQo4A/s320/DSC_1135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496346351748512146" border="0" /></a>On our way we stopped by and got some flowers to bring the birth mother.<br />We were suppose to be there at 10:00 am... We were a little early.<br />Rick and Susan were there waiting on us. We waited in Rick's office for the birth mother to bring Cooper into to us.<br />We gave someone our camera and I told them to shoot, shoot, shoot.. They did...<br />Due to the fact that this on the web I have decided to leave out all pictures that include the birth mother. But trust me when I say she is a wonderful young women who will always be our hero!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx4Nh6LWI/AAAAAAAADWs/ON-r588yxaY/s1600/At+Agency+crop+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbx4Nh6LWI/AAAAAAAADWs/ON-r588yxaY/s320/At+Agency+crop+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496346343259123042" border="0" /></a>I wish I could explain how I felt as I saw her walking towards us with Cooper.<br />5 years worth of emotions, desires, wants, and God's promises all rolled into one!<br />This was a moment I wanted to remember for the rest of my life!<br />I wanted to remember everything about it...<br />Here she is handing Cooper over to us!<br />Michael's smile, My tears......they say it all!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbwcr_T3iI/AAAAAAAADWM/DkFSMEf-Qy8/s1600/At+Agency+Crop+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbwcr_T3iI/AAAAAAAADWM/DkFSMEf-Qy8/s320/At+Agency+Crop+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344770887540258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbwdyOrRAI/AAAAAAAADWc/jo7FgBmTAqI/s1600/At+Agency+Crop+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbwdyOrRAI/AAAAAAAADWc/jo7FgBmTAqI/s320/At+Agency+Crop+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344789742470146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbwdbvypgI/AAAAAAAADWU/n5KV98O9L2I/s1600/At+Agency+Crop+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbwdbvypgI/AAAAAAAADWU/n5KV98O9L2I/s320/At+Agency+Crop+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344783707350530" border="0" /></a>We just looked at him and looked at him..<br />He was all ours!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbsFporjEI/AAAAAAAADWE/vKLg85E00Fs/s1600/Cooper+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbsFporjEI/AAAAAAAADWE/vKLg85E00Fs/s320/Cooper+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496339977072249922" border="0" /></a>After awhile I asked to take him back to change him. When the birth mother saw the outfit I had she said, "Oh No.. You are putting him in THAT". All I could say was "Yes" with a huge smile!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEcyzRw5yGI/AAAAAAAADXc/exU1hvupfcM/s1600/FH170009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEcyzRw5yGI/AAAAAAAADXc/exU1hvupfcM/s320/FH170009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496417726752213090" border="0" /></a>Once I changed him we took more FAMILY pictures. The birth mother had brought her camera too.. She asked to take our picture. I guess my hair was pushed back, because she said, "Wait". And came up to me and pulled my hair in front and said, "I have told everyone about your hair".<br />That really made me smile!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEcyy6v8fZI/AAAAAAAADXU/JcmLOnJIbQ0/s1600/FH170017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEcyy6v8fZI/AAAAAAAADXU/JcmLOnJIbQ0/s320/FH170017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496417720574180754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbsFML5w-I/AAAAAAAADV8/atSP1OP8ghs/s1600/Cooper+055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbsFML5w-I/AAAAAAAADV8/atSP1OP8ghs/s320/Cooper+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496339969166918626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc06WKwpoI/AAAAAAAADYU/3h9DyYpnePQ/s1600/DSC_1179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc06WKwpoI/AAAAAAAADYU/3h9DyYpnePQ/s320/DSC_1179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496420047216748162" border="0" /></a>His little bitty, lovely feet!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq79wzLWI/AAAAAAAADV0/jMxvTdVdx0s/s1600/Cooper+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq79wzLWI/AAAAAAAADV0/jMxvTdVdx0s/s320/Cooper+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496338711164693858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0Flha8qI/AAAAAAAADYM/wXNfBs2Wf9c/s1600/DSC_1184.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0Flha8qI/AAAAAAAADYM/wXNfBs2Wf9c/s320/DSC_1184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419140805259938" border="0" /></a>The way he looked at us that day was priceless.... It really was like he was thinking, "Where have y'all been? I have been waiting on you!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0FLhgp4I/AAAAAAAADYE/aXVs0CzyDsY/s1600/DSC_1188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0FLhgp4I/AAAAAAAADYE/aXVs0CzyDsY/s320/DSC_1188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419133826312066" border="0" /></a>Us signing the paperwork!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq7W6woAI/AAAAAAAADVs/HMz6fqsX4-Y/s1600/Cooper+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq7W6woAI/AAAAAAAADVs/HMz6fqsX4-Y/s320/Cooper+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496338700737486850" border="0" /></a>Putting Coop in his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">car seat</span> for the first time!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq6zQQA2I/AAAAAAAADVk/R-QaT8ocHm0/s1600/Cooper+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq6zQQA2I/AAAAAAAADVk/R-QaT8ocHm0/s320/Cooper+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496338691163947874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0Euf-gYI/AAAAAAAADX8/EgEOCU2NN10/s1600/DSC_1201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0Euf-gYI/AAAAAAAADX8/EgEOCU2NN10/s320/DSC_1201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419126035251586" border="0" /></a>Our family walking out of the agency and on our way home!<br />Cooper had 2 grandmothers that were there waiting!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq6bpjOEI/AAAAAAAADVc/cR-89OgKuQM/s1600/Cooper+065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEbq6bpjOEI/AAAAAAAADVc/cR-89OgKuQM/s320/Cooper+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496338684827613250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0EHd5XiI/AAAAAAAADX0/e-beWNxaaek/s1600/DSC_1203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEc0EHd5XiI/AAAAAAAADX0/e-beWNxaaek/s320/DSC_1203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419115557543458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEcy0c6SIJI/AAAAAAAADXs/atjcjxUBe1k/s1600/DSC_1204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TEcy0c6SIJI/AAAAAAAADXs/atjcjxUBe1k/s320/DSC_1204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496417746924216466" border="0" /></a>On our way home I sat in the back with Cooper. I took a picture with my phone and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">texted</span> it to everyone I knew..<br />He was the most beautiful thing I had every seen and he was ours...<br />We were on our way home..<br />All 3 of us!<br /><br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-17617636480671383512010-06-30T09:40:00.001-05:002010-06-30T11:27:12.276-05:00Tuesday Night: A Meeting to NEVER Forget<div align="center">As I have the music pumping and I am cleaning my house like a crazy women I hear a knock on the door and see a red cap flying! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> so maybe it was not a Super Hero, but she might as well have been at that moment. Cortney shows up with a basket FULL of baby <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">necessities</span>. My best friends from college, Rachael and Cortney went in together and got us sheets, lotion, baby bath, and the list goes on and on.... This was MUCH needed, we had none of that stuff and were bringing home our baby the next day! WOW, what awesome friends we have!</div><div align="center">Now, if you ask Cortney she will tell you.. I was trying hard to fake it.. But I was FREAKING out.. I was so worried about what Rick and Susan were going to say when we went over there.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtQUTK1O9I/AAAAAAAADVM/Oxgx6n6Snwk/s1600/basket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488568880554392530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtQUTK1O9I/AAAAAAAADVM/Oxgx6n6Snwk/s320/basket.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was shaking on the way over to their house. Rick let us in and lead us into their sitting room. When we walked in we saw Susan sitting on the couch holding a baby. I remember looking at her with tears in my eyes and asking, "Is that him, Is that my baby?" She said yes and asked if I wanted to hold him... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">UHHHH</span>, well of course!</div><div align="center">Let's freeze for a moment...</div><div align="center">This is not the way I expected to look when meeting my son for the first time.. Dirty from cleaning, hair in a pony, sunglasses on head, and hot pink work shirt still on! I did have a super cute dress picked out for the next day! But... I would not have changed a thing! And let's be honest.. Me in Pink and Michael in an Auburn Shirt, how perfectly us!</div><div align="center">After washing my hands, I walked over to Susan. </div><div align="center">This is her handing me my son! </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtN7N-9NDI/AAAAAAAADVE/IzpqR771fno/s1600/Cooper+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488566250642420786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtN7N-9NDI/AAAAAAAADVE/IzpqR771fno/s320/Cooper+014.jpg" border="0" /></a>We have taken well over 1,000 pictures since this moment.. But this will always be one of my very favorite ones! </div><div align="center">I think this picture <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">truly</span> is priceless!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtMDd8ENSI/AAAAAAAADU8/optJPzrVIuU/s1600/Cooper+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488564193340962082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtMDd8ENSI/AAAAAAAADU8/optJPzrVIuU/s320/Cooper+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy and Daddy staring at the answer to so many prayers!<br />Look at him looking at us!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488564180669718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtMCuvAXjI/AAAAAAAADU0/39cx_njnois/s320/Cooper+020.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488564165089262242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/TCtMB0sVeqI/AAAAAAAADUs/crjYJxbjlj8/s320/Cooper+021.jpg" border="0" /> After we sat down, Rick did go over Cooper's medical records. We already knew that Cooper was 2 months early and spent those months in the hospital to gain weight and grow (When he was born he weighted not even 3 1/2 pounds). We also knew that shortly after getting out of the hospital a family member took him out and he got sick. He ended up at Children's with a viral infection. Rick explained that while at Children's Cooper was very sick. He was on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ventilator</span> and had to have a blood <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">transfusion</span>. He went on to say that Cooper has been cleared and is very healthy now, but has been through a lot. </div><div align="center">While holding my son and waiting for the bomb to drop... the conversation moves on to other things. I realize.. there is no bomb... Rick just wanted to re-explain everything to us! </div><div align="center">Sigh of Relief!</div><div align="center">To be Honest... We really think that Rick and Susan knew that the next day was going to very emotional, especially with the birth mother there. So they wanted us to go ahead and meet Cooper! </div><div align="center">Hum... maybe..maybe not..</div><div align="center">Handing them back Cooper was very hard.. But I knew that I was still not ready and needed a little more time. I wanted everything to be perfect!</div><div align="center">No matter what the true reason for our visit was, I left feeling SO much better..</div><div align="center">I knew that the next day we were bringing home a </div><div align="center">BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY!</div><div align="center">side note: thank goodness Rick had his camera ready as he knew what was about to happen. This is one moment that I did not have my camera. I would have been so upset if we did not have these pictures. </div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-67914287695951833872010-06-22T20:45:00.000-05:002010-06-23T20:46:00.443-05:00Tuesday, May 18, 2010: If you don't think God has a Sense of Humor!<div align="center">Tuesday I was excited.. We were one day closer to picking up our baby boy!</div><div align="center">One day closer than I ever thought!</div><div align="center">Around 1:00pm I pulled up to the bank and got a call from the agency. Susan was explaining how the baby was tired and needed to go home. Of course I said, "I know, we are so ready for him to come home too". She continued to explain that the agency was loud, they had another baby there, and home was the best place for him. And I continued to say, "We think home is the best place too". Here I am thinking she is just being nice and then she says....</div><div align="center">"We think he needs to go home.. now"</div><div align="center">Me: "NOW.. As in when"</div><div align="center">Susan: "We can try to have the paperwork ready so y'all can pick him up today"</div><div align="center">Me: "No"</div><div align="center">FREEZE... </div><div align="center">I know you are thinking I am crazy right about now. Yep, you read that correct.. I said No.. But let me explain why.. I wanted to bring my baby home to a CLEAN and CALM home. I was not ready. My house was not clean, my dogs needed a bath, and we needed STUFF. I needed a little time to be calm for my baby! When my house is not clean I am not calm (this is an understatement)..</div><div align="center">I then said, "Can we pick him up tomorrow morning?"</div><div align="center">We decided on 10:00am! </div><div align="center">Now, let's go back a little... You are right! There is a 5 day waiting period in Alabama and the agency does usually keep the baby for those 5 days, but this situation was different. Everyone at the agency felt good about this and so did we, plus we are trusting God!</div><div align="center">They also explained that the birth mother asked to be there the day we got the baby. We said that would be fine. </div><div align="center">After getting off the phone I went to work and said, "Sheryl, I need to go, NOW". She was wonderful and understood.</div><div align="center">The PURE craziness began..THEN!</div><div align="center">I called my mom and she left right away!</div><div align="center">I went to the grocery and went home to clean...</div><div align="center">I must admit...I COULD NOT WAIT!</div><div align="center">Later that evening I got another call..</div><div align="center">Rick asked that Michael and I come over to their house so he could go over the medical records with me. Of course I freaked out! What is such a big deal that we need to go over to their home. I asked if this was a deal breaker and he said that he did not think so, but I was still VERY worried!</div><div align="center">I could have never guessed how that visit would have gone!<br />Now, if you do not think our God has a sense of humor...</div><div align="center">Just think about how we started that Tuesday and how we were about to end it!</div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-82950817204943255192010-06-19T09:00:00.001-05:002010-06-19T09:00:03.154-05:00Monday, May 17, 2010: A Day of Waiting!<div align="center">I woke up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Monday</span> morning very anxious! Thank goodness, Rick had told us that he was not expecting the birth mother until later that day. I was still on pins and needles! I was working and teaching the little angels that I also love so much, but I wanted and needed to hear about my angel.</div><div align="center">It was around 3 or so when I got the call. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rebecca</span> called to let me know that the birth mother was there and had brought the baby. She was signing the paperwork then. My eyes filled with tears and I thanked God over and over! </div><div align="center">In Alabama, birth mother's have 5 days to change their minds. After having a birth mother change her mind and the agency having to go to the adoptive parents home to get the baby (I shutter to think) our agency made a new rule. Rick and Susan keep the babies <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">themselves</span> for the 5 days. </div><div align="center">Our 5 days had begun... As long as nothing happened we would be picking up our baby boy on Saturday morning..</div><div align="center">Mine and Michael's families made plans to come!</div><div align="center">Friends planned a shower for Friday Night..</div><div align="center">We were ready for Saturday!</div><div align="center">I had it all planned out!</div><div align="center">Oh God....You sure do have a sense of humor!</div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-57303553719276446092010-06-18T09:00:00.000-05:002010-06-18T09:00:01.541-05:00Sunday, May 16th, 2010.. Meeting the Birth Mother!<div align="center">So I admit.. I tried on just a few outfits and decided on my signature color! PINK!</div><div align="center">We sat through church.. I also admit.. Not really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">concentrating</span> too much on what Craig was preaching about... I was thinking about what was going to happen at 2pm!</div><div align="center">What I will always <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> about that morning was telling everyone.. Seeing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every one's</span> eyes get big and then fill with tears... Everyone we told teared up! This was something they had prayed long and hard for too!</div><div align="center">We went to lunch at Moe's with a bunch of friends and then it was almost time!</div><div align="center">We got to the agency early and talked a little with Rick (our lawyer and owner of the agency). Finally she was there... </div><div align="center">I gave her a hug and the first thing she said to me while touching my hair was, "I love your hair". The pink will get you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span>! </div><div align="center">She told us about her baby boy! We asked questions and so did she. I lost it when I explained how much we would love and adore this child. I looked at Michael, he had teared up too. I will never forget her saying how much she loved us. She said she knew she had just met us, but she loved us! Then she said...It was us! It was us she wanted to be this child' mother and father. I wish.. I wish there words to explain the felling I had, but no word is great enough. Michael and I both just got up and gave her the biggest hug.</div><div align="center"> We all had a good cry! </div><div align="center">We talked for sometime more.... I wanted to meet him.. I wanted hold him.. But I knew we had many steps before that. </div><div align="center">We got in the car and Michael grabbed my hand and said, "This has been a big day, let's pray!" </div><div align="center">I wonder.. Will this child EVER know how much he was prayed for?</div><div align="center">Will he ever understand?</div><div align="center">Sunday went wonderful and PERFECT (could have not asked for anything more)...</div><div align="center">As great as Sunday was... Monday was huge....</div><div align="center">The birth mother had to sign the paperwork and had to hand her child over to the agency.</div><div align="center">Monday is gonna be a big day!</div><div align="center">*** I am writing all of this to remember. I know as time goes so will my memory. I want to remember every detail about this time in our lives. As I am writing and rememebering everything I am balling my eyes out. I just can't believe all of this has happened and happened a whole month ago!</div><div align="center">I am reading and hoping that I have written the correct words. The words to explain how wonderful all of this was. But I realize no words can ever fully explain...</div><div align="center">5 years of hoping and praying.....</div><div align="center">This was the moment in my life that no words are great enough for! </div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-88409857653055485082010-06-17T20:50:00.001-05:002010-06-18T16:39:04.433-05:00"The Call"<div align="center">I have always said that I will never blog without a picture! A picture is worth a million words! And yes this is true.. But no picture does any j<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ustice</span> for the call I received on Friday, May 14, 2010!</div><div align="center">This Friday started out like most of my Spring Fridays do.. Since I do not work on most Fridays.. I woke up cleaned a little, caught up on a little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">DVRed</span> shows, and went outside to get a little sun. While outside reading, Whitney called and we decided I would meet her at the Ross Bridge pool! I went over and we talked and got some sun! I had Parents Night Out at the gym that night, but did not have to be there until 5pm. So we decided <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">O'Carrs</span> chicken salad and fruit plate was calling our name...</div><div align="center">While at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">O'Carrs</span> my phone rang... Once I saw it was the Adoption Agency I asked Whit to excuse me for a minute so I could step outside and return the call. When I called and started hearing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rebecca</span> (our social worker)... well I... I stopped hearing anything after I heard, "There is a baby boy".. She continued to talk and talk.. Finally I said, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rebecca</span>, I need you to be quiet for a minute.. I am about to throw up".. Not really what I thought I would say, but hey! Finally I started breathing again and I asked her to continue. She told me about the 3 month old baby boy that they had just learned about the day before. The Birth Mother wanted to meet us on Sunday. </div><div align="center">I called Michael and then went back in to Whitney.. I remembering asking her, "The baby is 3 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">mths, d</span>o I care he is not a newborn? Do I care?" Of course her response was, "No you do not care". And she was right.. I did not care at all!</div><div align="center">Oh course I could not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">concentrate</span> on anything and my mind was racing.. I stopped by the agency to talk with them <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">some more</span>. Just the week before I had gotten my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hair</span> done and had gotten my summer PINK in it. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rebecca</span> and Susan (Susan is the lawyer and owner's wife) told me NOT to change the pink. They said the birth mother was young and would love it . I trusted them! And then I had to go to work.. WORK????</div><div align="center">Saturday morning we went to breakfast and thought about what might be about to happen. </div><div align="center">I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, but I knew.. I knew that a lot had to happen before that baby boy was ours. </div><div align="center">Our journey to become parents has been a long one. It has been filled with many tribulations. We know all to well the felling of disappointment. I have learned to be very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">guarded</span>. Getting your hopes up too much is not good. As Michael use to tell me.. The higher I go, the further down I have to fall. I fell many times!</div><div align="center">I was excited, but very scared! </div><div align="center">Neither Michael nor I slept hardly any on Friday or Saturday night!</div><div align="center">Sunday was a big day! One of the biggest in our lives thus far!</div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-86255733717484915282010-05-13T12:30:00.000-05:002010-05-13T12:32:16.589-05:00The Crib<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-w0GrHIPqI/AAAAAAAADUU/tf7Y6FjGQ4I/s1600/IMG_5116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-w0GrHIPqI/AAAAAAAADUU/tf7Y6FjGQ4I/s320/IMG_5116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470804936604794530" border="0" /></a>Well thank goodness I have such a strong and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">muscular</span> husband, because this past Saturday we put the crib together. We have had it a awhile now and I been so anxious about getting it up. I have only seen it at Babies R Us in light wood, so I was hoping that I would like the wood color. <br />I looked and looked for THE crib. I knew I wanted a dark wood crib, but that was it. So after searching and searching, I kept coming back to this one. I saved my coupons and finally bit the bullet and made the purchase. <br />We have been putting all the baby stuff in the nursery, so it is a little crazy in there. But I made room where the crib was to go and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vacuumed</span> good!<br />We started off with so many pieces, but it was very easy to put together and did not take us long at all.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzsxqKpjI/AAAAAAAADUM/fwfi2att1Sk/s1600/IMG_5114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzsxqKpjI/AAAAAAAADUM/fwfi2att1Sk/s320/IMG_5114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470804491685766706" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shug</span> stayed in the nursery the entire time just staring at the crib. Michael thinks he just realizes that this is gonna take away from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shuggy</span> cuddle time! Look at the face!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzschgqKI/AAAAAAAADUE/b6LTlnGxhuI/s1600/IMG_5118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzschgqKI/AAAAAAAADUE/b6LTlnGxhuI/s320/IMG_5118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470804486012315810" border="0" /></a>Voila! I must say..<br />I LOVE IT!<br />Although I did stand in front of it and think "How in the world is short me gonna be able to reach down in this crib?"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzsBCKPWI/AAAAAAAADT8/kJ5LdX4v72c/s1600/IMG_5121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzsBCKPWI/AAAAAAAADT8/kJ5LdX4v72c/s320/IMG_5121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470804478633065826" border="0" /></a>Then I put the mattress in (which is a perfect snug fit) and realized it was perfect!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzroUHEGI/AAAAAAAADT0/zSso1pB2rB4/s1600/IMG_5122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-wzroUHEGI/AAAAAAAADT0/zSso1pB2rB4/s320/IMG_5122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470804471997468770" border="0" /></a>Now if I can just get the lady to email me back about our bedding that would be great!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yea.. And we need our baby!<br />Now that would be perfect!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-20572575712352137542010-05-12T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-12T08:00:02.625-05:00Moving on UP!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/GoldCoast/second-place-award.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/GoldCoast/second-place-award.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We got word on Friday that we are second on the list.. It is a little crazy how everything works, but all you need to know is.. Second.. Which is better than third.. In the words of our social worker.....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"So be getting ready :) You could get a call out of the blue soon :)"<br />WOW....my heart skipped a beat when I read her email! OH MY WORD... this is real! Just writing this is bringing tears to my eyes! Words can not explain my excitement...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Second! </span><br />Still not as good as first, but so much better than third!<br /><br /><br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-38260869840015050722010-05-11T12:35:00.000-05:002010-05-11T12:36:32.832-05:00Cinco De Mayo 2010<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cinco</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">de</span> Mayo...in my friends minds this is a great excuse for us to get together! So we met at a Mexican <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Restaurant</span> on 280 and well... did what you are suppose to do on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Cinco</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">de</span> Mayo..<br />Watching Hayes eat the lemon and limes was all too funny! <br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS9xsaBWI/AAAAAAAADTs/MzaUOamVz-k/s320/IMG_5096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470064812427445602" border="0" />Sarah H., Rachel, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">MaryAnn</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS9ghbXmI/AAAAAAAADTk/1TW9nSATiQw/s1600/IMG_5097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS9ghbXmI/AAAAAAAADTk/1TW9nSATiQw/s320/IMG_5097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470064807817993826" border="0" /></a>Whitney, Me, Ashley with Hayes....I love the fact that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MaryAnn</span> jumped in on our picture too. Hey, the more the merrier!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS9PEEJsI/AAAAAAAADTc/dTcFFUuzgVA/s1600/IMG_5098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS9PEEJsI/AAAAAAAADTc/dTcFFUuzgVA/s320/IMG_5098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470064803131434690" border="0" /></a>Jared, Shaun with Hayes, Paul, and Adam<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS8tSrFmI/AAAAAAAADTU/TST-A-NMR_c/s1600/IMG_5099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-mS8tSrFmI/AAAAAAAADTU/TST-A-NMR_c/s320/IMG_5099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470064794065901154" border="0" /></a>I think somebody different was holding Hayes in every picture I took.. And he is making the silliest face in them.. I think he is so cute and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">HElarious</span>...<br />It was a fun night..<br />Happy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cinco</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">de</span> Mayo!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-43684365138698768952010-05-08T17:45:00.006-05:002010-05-08T20:25:00.786-05:00Atlanta: Ballard's, The Braves, and A Battery?<div style="text-align: center;">This past Saturday we headed to Atlanta to catch a Braves Game! Michael bought us these tickets months ago and we have really been exciting about it. At <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">GNO</span> last month <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MaryAnn</span>, who used to live in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Atl</span>, told us about the Ballard Designs Outlet that is there. Well of course a bell went off in my little head that said, "Great Idea" (can't you just see the light bulb)!<br />So after asking oh so nicely, Michael agreed that we could go before the game! I LOVE the Ballard Design <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">catalog</span> and would love one of almost everything! Although I must admit that we just do not need <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alot</span>, but there were a few specific things I was looking for (never a good thing)..<br />When I walked in the door I saw this.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuhirueJI/AAAAAAAADTE/EJJfM3554xA/s1600/IMG_5080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuhirueJI/AAAAAAAADTE/EJJfM3554xA/s320/IMG_5080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467843313873614994" border="0" /></a>I was so excited and my mind was racing with all the wonderful stuff I see month to month...<br />Insert sad music here...<br />They had some lovely things, but none of which I needed.. In fact the things I was looking for...well they had none of it..<br />Complete letdown! I was walking out, feeling defeated and took this picture (for the blog of course)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-Gut8Wd3yI/AAAAAAAADTM/qpfKUbTbrXE/s1600/IMG_5079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-Gut8Wd3yI/AAAAAAAADTM/qpfKUbTbrXE/s320/IMG_5079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467843526922198818" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then the lady behind the desk says " I am sorry we do not allow photography"..<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">WhhhaaWhhaaaaat</span>??? I almost laughed!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hummm</span>..., did she realize we were standing in a outlet store and not a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">museum</span>.? Now I know that you people call this a "Showroom".. But just because you have some regular price stuff and some discounted stuff.. Where I come from that is still an outlet.. And trust me, I know my outlets.. I grew up going to the ones back home.. Me and GAP, we were close.. Some thing about that khaki shorts and white top thing.. I loved it.. And don't get me started on the blue jean overalls.. Short and Long.. I rocked them! (don't knock it, it was the 90's.. that were cool)<br />So after all of this, we walked to the car<br />(hey who cares.. Not me.. I got my picture)..<br />And my battery is dead... in my car..... Well now if that is not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Karma</span>!<br />KARMA...Dang you!<br />So I have to walk back in and asked if they have jumper cables (hey, remember me?)... Did I mention that we are 10 minutes from the Stadium and the game starts in 15 minutes.. And we are in a "not so hot part of town"..<br />We get jumped off and head to the closest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">AutoZone</span>.. Which leads us from the "not so hot" part of town into the "AWFUL, please don't shoot me" part of town..<br />waiting..waiting.. and waiting...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuRHzLHwI/AAAAAAAADS0/xAXjPiApQco/s1600/IMG_5081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuRHzLHwI/AAAAAAAADS0/xAXjPiApQco/s320/IMG_5081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467843031779188482" border="0" /></a>I waited in car and looked through my latest Ballard's and wished half of that stuff would have been in there...<br />sigh....<br />waiting..waiting...wishing I at least would have walked out with something other than an illegally taken picture!<br />As I was waiting for our new battery I half expected to see a drive by, which would have surprised me NONE considering how many drug sales Michael saw go down..<br />"Bulldog".. (what the the man changing our battery called himself) kept telling people just to head to the alley.. not so sure Michael was suppose to hear that!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuQuApjFI/AAAAAAAADSs/MCW9IjlIRHo/s1600/IMG_5082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuQuApjFI/AAAAAAAADSs/MCW9IjlIRHo/s320/IMG_5082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467843024856386642" border="0" /></a>We made it out alive and to Turner Field by the end of the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span> inning! Not so bad.. Could have been much worse!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuQVKOsRI/AAAAAAAADSk/-7K2sEy7zMc/s1600/IMG_5088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GuQVKOsRI/AAAAAAAADSk/-7K2sEy7zMc/s320/IMG_5088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467843018185683218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GsX_vvvFI/AAAAAAAADSU/k3UiZX_VxpE/s1600/IMG_5089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GsX_vvvFI/AAAAAAAADSU/k3UiZX_VxpE/s320/IMG_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467840950853155922" border="0" /></a>Tim Hudson played for AUBURN.. War Eagle Dude..<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GsYCuRMYI/AAAAAAAADSc/JGQfHHzMDPY/s1600/IMG_5086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GsYCuRMYI/AAAAAAAADSc/JGQfHHzMDPY/s320/IMG_5086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467840951652266370" border="0" /></a>Just a few pictures of us in the stadium..<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GsXff2wXI/AAAAAAAADSM/YngnwZ9UCko/s1600/IMG_5091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GsXff2wXI/AAAAAAAADSM/YngnwZ9UCko/s320/IMG_5091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467840942196572530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GrgGOuU7I/AAAAAAAADSE/vDyVMowRs34/s1600/IMG_5093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GrgGOuU7I/AAAAAAAADSE/vDyVMowRs34/s320/IMG_5093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467839990521025458" border="0" /></a>Check out the sky.... Thank goodness the rain held off!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-Grf_u2IhI/AAAAAAAADR8/0s9m6NVh8UE/s1600/IMG_5083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-Grf_u2IhI/AAAAAAAADR8/0s9m6NVh8UE/s320/IMG_5083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467839988776706578" border="0" /></a>Surprisingly....all in all it ended up being a fun day... The Braves won big time.. I got a new battery.. I now know I can not take pictures in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ballards</span>... And I got some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Yankee</span> candles and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Woodwick</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">diffusers</span> from Cracker Barrel for 80% off (they were around $4 each)...<br />Yes Yes... The day did not go like I had planned, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">seriously</span>..<br />When does it ever?<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-74419301082149913612010-05-05T12:20:00.001-05:002010-05-05T12:21:23.751-05:00My Special Time with Grace!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-Gmjb9aprI/AAAAAAAADRc/0VHTO405KbA/s1600/IMG_5073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-Gmjb9aprI/AAAAAAAADRc/0VHTO405KbA/s320/IMG_5073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834550335481522" border="0" /></a>This past Thursday, My Grace turned 8!<br />If you have been following my blog then you have heard me talk about Grace. She has been taking gymnastics from me for 3 1/2 years! She has been at my gym almost as long as I have! She is very special to me and we have a very special relationship!<br />As one of her birthday presents, her mother gave her a one on one hour in the gym with me! I felt so honored!<br />So this past Friday I met Grace and her mother at the gym.<br />She told me all about getting her "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">manicore</span>"!<br />Look, doesn't her "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">manicore</span>" look beautiful!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GmXXHPzsI/AAAAAAAADRU/SHIqxizvJ-0/s1600/IMG_5072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GmXXHPzsI/AAAAAAAADRU/SHIqxizvJ-0/s320/IMG_5072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834342876106434" border="0" /></a>This picture is worth a million words... and millions of hours of work.... Walking on the high balance beam is Grace's biggest fear in gymnastics. Just awhile back when she did this for the first time I watched with tears running down my face!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GmXJ0YQjI/AAAAAAAADRM/KbbkmkgZVFA/s1600/IMG_5075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GmXJ0YQjI/AAAAAAAADRM/KbbkmkgZVFA/s320/IMG_5075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834339307307570" border="0" /></a>Now look at her! I am so proud!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GmW-5P-dI/AAAAAAAADRE/PLaW5-LW7xk/s1600/IMG_5077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S-GmW-5P-dI/AAAAAAAADRE/PLaW5-LW7xk/s320/IMG_5077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834336374946258" border="0" /></a>I have been looking so forward to this time with Grace! It went by way too quick.. Thank goodness I get to see her every week in gymnastics!<br />I love My Grace very much!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-26719071611341152562010-05-03T12:10:00.001-05:002010-05-03T12:11:57.947-05:00A Happy For Baby Mullen!<div style="text-align: center;">Mr and Mrs Daffin flew out of Birmingham to go keep our nieces and Michael took them to the airport. What a sweet surprise.. They brought Baby Mullen a happy!<br />This is what the card said:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S98CZ4G_wsI/AAAAAAAADQ8/OoMqNuEdNHw/s1600/IMG_5054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S98CZ4G_wsI/AAAAAAAADQ8/OoMqNuEdNHw/s320/IMG_5054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467091116232786626" border="0" /></a>Oh we LOVED it! <br />Michael called and said it was "so sweet"... Those are the words I always use (he is learning well)<br />We can't wait for Baby Mullen to wear these sweet little Auburn sleeping outfit!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S98CZTBOEII/AAAAAAAADQ0/0JX4iBt1--Q/s1600/IMG_5053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S98CZTBOEII/AAAAAAAADQ0/0JX4iBt1--Q/s320/IMG_5053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467091106276446338" border="0" /></a>WAR EAGLE BABY MULLEN!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-21630008941104982542010-04-29T12:30:00.001-05:002010-04-29T16:53:28.433-05:00Baby Showers..Baby Showers..<div style="text-align: center;">Two Sundays ago both Martha and Mandy had their Church Baby Showers! One started at 1pm and the other at 1:30pm! I spent a little of time at both.<br />Martha and I<br />(Martha is expecting twin girls)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_7fAkM8I/AAAAAAAADQs/gG6fL4i1bxM/s1600/IMG_5026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_7fAkM8I/AAAAAAAADQs/gG6fL4i1bxM/s320/IMG_5026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465610651447866306" border="0" /></a>Lori, Whitney, Sarah H. and I all went in together and got Martha and Michael 2 bases for their car seats!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_FOYDGeI/AAAAAAAADQk/pNFAa6615-U/s1600/IMG_5028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_FOYDGeI/AAAAAAAADQk/pNFAa6615-U/s320/IMG_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465609719270021602" border="0" /></a>Mandy and I<br />I also went in with the girls and we got Mandy a precious pink and white polka dotted canvas bin filled with bath stuff!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_EmiP6lI/AAAAAAAADQc/yiENHXt645c/s1600/IMG_5031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_EmiP6lI/AAAAAAAADQc/yiENHXt645c/s320/IMG_5031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465609708575386194" border="0" /></a>Then this past Tuesday night in honor of Mandy, our monthly Girls Night Out was held at Ashley's house for her a shower!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_ET3vVyI/AAAAAAAADQU/3JumOSjHX1I/s1600/IMG_5055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_ET3vVyI/AAAAAAAADQU/3JumOSjHX1I/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465609703565252386" border="0" /></a>Sarah H. and I<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_EFocCGI/AAAAAAAADQM/8CdHKWugJUU/s1600/IMG_5056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_EFocCGI/AAAAAAAADQM/8CdHKWugJUU/s320/IMG_5056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465609699742976098" border="0" /></a>Lori, Mandy, and Rachel<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_Djp-zOI/AAAAAAAADQE/kbJggqF7xrs/s1600/IMG_5057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m_Djp-zOI/AAAAAAAADQE/kbJggqF7xrs/s320/IMG_5057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465609690622643426" border="0" /></a>The Girls!<br />Back Row (L to R) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MaryAnn</span>, Whitney, Mandy, Ashley, and Lori holding Lillian<br />Bottom Row (L to R) Me, Sarah H. and Rachel<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m94JPq03I/AAAAAAAADP8/JizPcsLafTI/s1600/IMG_5059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m94JPq03I/AAAAAAAADP8/JizPcsLafTI/s320/IMG_5059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465608395042771826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m93oProPI/AAAAAAAADP0/jTF4x0RwYPU/s1600/IMG_5060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m93oProPI/AAAAAAAADP0/jTF4x0RwYPU/s320/IMG_5060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465608386184454386" border="0" /></a>Mandy about to open presents!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m93Hl1BpI/AAAAAAAADPs/q036-n9MEnU/s1600/IMG_5061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m93Hl1BpI/AAAAAAAADPs/q036-n9MEnU/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465608377418974866" border="0" /></a>I got Mandy this cute little footed sleeper and a box of wipes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m92zx_6dI/AAAAAAAADPk/7fl9-sfLPpU/s1600/IMG_5063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m92zx_6dI/AAAAAAAADPk/7fl9-sfLPpU/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465608372101310930" border="0" /></a>Baby Tate is gonna be looking good with all the cute stuff Mandy has gotten<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m92tk8WvI/AAAAAAAADPc/9qDwE1YcSCc/s1600/IMG_5064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1JT7On2CpQ/S9m92tk8WvI/AAAAAAAADPc/9qDwE1YcSCc/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465608370435939058" border="0" /></a>It was fun to celebrate the coming of all the girls!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Baby Showers.. Baby Showers....<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3562261450940571207.post-73507196739438420182010-04-27T12:55:00.002-05:002010-04-27T13:02:08.060-05:00The Birkshire Collection<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babyswingstop.com/images/graco-baby-swing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 106px;" src="http://www.babyswingstop.com/images/graco-baby-swing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I looked and looked for the perfect car seat/stroller! I read all about over a zillion of them! I read about the safety ratings, reviews, and anything and everything else I could find! And then of course comes the concept that it much be gender neutral and look good! Once Whitney showed me this collection I loved it! I had my mind set, it meet all my qualifications... No more looking!<br />I showed my family and mentioned what great Christmas presents this would make!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">YAH</span>, they took the hint!<br />You may remember that for Christmas, Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Daffin</span> got us our pack n play!<br />Here is a picture from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span>... Because.. Well... Mine did not come with directions so I just put it together the best I could... Yes, Yes.. I called them and they sent me the directions..<br />Let's just say.. Thank goodness!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oas.imageg.net/O/a/Creatives/TRU_Product_2844619/2844619_ProductDescription.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 223px;" src="http://oas.imageg.net/O/a/Creatives/TRU_Product_2844619/2844619_ProductDescription.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>My parents got us the stroller and car seat!<br />They are put together and sitting in the nursery just waiting to be used!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/c/0/0/52/1/AAAADO6TjdQAAAAAAFIdsA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/c/0/0/52/1/AAAADO6TjdQAAAAAAFIdsA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/c8/a/AAAAAiyhhc0AAAAAAMiq1Q.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/c8/a/AAAAAiyhhc0AAAAAAMiq1Q.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I have also registered for the swing that matches!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oas.imageg.net/O/a/Creatives/TRU_Product_2845527/2845527_ProductDescription.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 210px;" src="http://oas.imageg.net/O/a/Creatives/TRU_Product_2845527/2845527_ProductDescription.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />What can I say! When I find something I like... I go with it!<br />I just have to say that I love, love, love our pack n play, stroller, and car seat! Because it was an online item only, all I had to go off of was the picture on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Internet</span>! But it turned out perfect!<br />Boy or girl... Either will look wonderful in our stuff!<br />Now we just need a baby to go in it.... and I need to re-put together the pack n play!<br /></div>Jessa Mullenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15194452302847779883noreply@blogger.com3