tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37678962101064938202024-03-05T09:11:03.049-05:00the Team ReedWelcome to our blog. Here you will find a collection of meandering thoughts and images that attempt to tell the story of our life. We move a lot and our roster changes frequently with the addition of pets and children. Keep up if you can!Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-79258666203489818042011-11-19T22:25:00.001-05:002011-11-19T22:49:04.437-05:00Warm & Fozzie<div style="text-align: center;">
I have Fridays off of work. It is nice. So, I typically keep the kids home from day care and get a little extra snuggle time in with them. However, I decided to do some things for myself yesterday. I started with a trip to the dentist....cavity free of course. Then I met up with our realtor, the amazing <a href="http://ddujardin.remax.com/">Debbie Dujardin</a>, to check out some houses. I really just love hanging out with her. And to add to her awesomeness she took me to the bread store (we have a sweet discount bread store here) and bought us whole bag full of baked treats.</div>
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After that, I ran and picked up some BBQ to take to one of my favorite friends who just gave birth to one of the most precious little baby girls ever. Seriously. Lucky, for me, a few of my other favorite friends were at her house and I got to squeeze in some good catch up time. And then after that <b>I HEADED TO TO THE SPA</b>! You see I had a Living Social deal for a mani/pedi and it expired in a week, so I had to go. :) I get there to discover that OPI has a new "Muppet" line in this years holiday collection. I don't normally get super pumped about things like nail polish, but this line made me unusually happy. Check it out, <a href="http://www.thepolishaholic.com/2011/11/opi-holiday-2011-muppets-collection.html">via The Polish Aholic</a>.</div>
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I went with <i>Warm & Fozzie</i>. I love it. And so does Emmy. The first thing she said when she saw it was, "I want that." </div>
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It is a good thing that this nail polish made me so happy because about an hour after I left the spa, they called to tell me that I had ALREADY USED my Living Social voucher, and I that I needed to pay $60 for the service (in addition to the $15 upgrade I had already paid). So, I got myself a $75 mani/pedi. Oops. On the plus side, I genuinely feel <i>Warm and Fozzie </i>every time I look at my nails.</div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-36855276840467894552011-11-14T20:35:00.001-05:002011-11-14T20:58:01.852-05:00Like Ice Cream on a Mid-August Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
While my presence in the blogging world is fairly non-existent, my real life seems to be moving forward at light speed. Evan will be 13 months old this week! Yes, I neglected to document anything having to do with his first birthday. This is largely due to the fact that the G picked up a second job for a couple of weeks (well 12 weeks), both of the kids were sick for the ENTIRE month of October, and I got a migraine and barfed at Evan's b-day party (which was actually our 2nd attempt at a party). Oh and he's the 2nd child. Just kidding baby Evan...kind of. I'm the 2nd child and no one knows/remembers anything about my childhood, I suppose that is just the way it works.</div>
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Nevertheless, I do have this sweet little video of baby E learning to take his first steps. It makes my heart melt like ice cream on a mid-August day. He can actually take a few more steps than this video depicts....but at least we have something on video.</div>
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Also, before the existence of this blog and our little children, G and I once bought a house and turned it from this....<span id="goog_701843852"></span><span id="goog_701843853"></span></div>
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And call us crazy, but we are itching to do it again. If so, you better believe I will be documenting it here. Sadly, I wasn't able to document the first remodel. Maybe I will do a few posts on it, just to have it officially documented. Stay tuned.</div>
<br />Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-557773143890180592011-09-16T15:36:00.000-04:002011-09-16T15:37:19.769-04:00Missing!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My presence on this blog. True story: It has been so long since I have touched this blog, that they have changed the entire blogger interface, and I now no longer have any idea how to use it. We will see if I am ever able to actually publish this post.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I realize that is an old and not so great pic of Em BUT it is a great pic of the uniform.....that has somehow gone missing. I of course 100% blame my Clemson fan husband. The joke is on him though, because if I can't find it soon... I will just have to go buy a new one. :) I'm not kidding. He is lucky that Emerson is a micro-person and can still wear most of her fall clothing from last year. So, if he can produce the missing uniform, he can save himself around $18. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the event that I am falsely accusing him of "misplacing" the above outfit, and any of you friends out there have seen it lying around at your houses, let me know. Our marriage would appreciate it. And, Em needs it to properly cheer on her beloved Gamecocks.</span></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and have I ever mentioned how much I love this kid. Not only is he crazy cute, but he has started TALKING!!!! He's vocab includes all of 4 words, "mamma, dadda, uh-oh, and bye bye." He's a prodigy, with really cute cheeks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn02In65tnl8l9INR70lEp_RWxi7Hymh5DeU2F1w3IFlnSauiVfw9J5D6TeHrBOsGx5N5jM5H2E5N3wof7IVckIi8ot_SltgSdd0tDEB-MTyK0_y7w1qLkAJuW177Az7anIydRjYPXZ6g/s1600/DSCN3963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn02In65tnl8l9INR70lEp_RWxi7Hymh5DeU2F1w3IFlnSauiVfw9J5D6TeHrBOsGx5N5jM5H2E5N3wof7IVckIi8ot_SltgSdd0tDEB-MTyK0_y7w1qLkAJuW177Az7anIydRjYPXZ6g/s320/DSCN3963.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: center;">In the past month we have moved, I have started a new job (full-time), we took a trip to the beach, and the kids have started full-time daycare. Things have been a little overwhelming for all of us, but it seems that they have been the most overwhelming for little Em. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I actually had the day off today, so I scheduled several appointments for me and the kids. Well it seems that Emerson thought she was being sent to daycare (they have only gone 2 days) because she got really worked up this morning, and the second I put her in the car seat (to go to a dr's apt. for Evan), she threw up and threw up and threw up. So there you have it folks, I was wrong. Kids can in fact throw up during the day time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite part was after she had thrown up everywhere 3 times, she said through tears, "My car seat is dirty!!!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And because it wouldn't be fair (even though I don't believe in fair), to leave you without a pic of the little man....here he is in all his beach baby glory. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EPZFEyYCqkfYsr93HHcFUoIxHXkftHectJHR7dYBqr0iaSVpC1BlbkZfXGdEQaP0xElKLWsMoW1AdhgnFSH5VmDiVVdLBgj3WDz23zX9UEPcWx4tk2tA2pxa3OiGt9QyQt1oKO90bls/s1600/DSCN3941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EPZFEyYCqkfYsr93HHcFUoIxHXkftHectJHR7dYBqr0iaSVpC1BlbkZfXGdEQaP0xElKLWsMoW1AdhgnFSH5VmDiVVdLBgj3WDz23zX9UEPcWx4tk2tA2pxa3OiGt9QyQt1oKO90bls/s320/DSCN3941.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-64203621893346826522011-06-08T08:57:00.001-04:002011-06-08T22:13:27.754-04:00Good Morning to You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because it's Wednesday (and I hear Wednesdays can be difficult for some people). And because keeping this level of cuteness to myself would just be selfish. Enjoy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim44B0JueQMYSbCrDd27-EobhnmBK-Z3CzJN9Vs2pG93Bcp5Sr2EQokjKQMTstGSlG1J_-r3ldFvWp6AgqHM0kxtIvrRmL7C3oNEGRVJH1qWbk3TNhvtXfO5Cwb3LoOdi2GdYTHj_yJcg/s1600/DSCN3782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim44B0JueQMYSbCrDd27-EobhnmBK-Z3CzJN9Vs2pG93Bcp5Sr2EQokjKQMTstGSlG1J_-r3ldFvWp6AgqHM0kxtIvrRmL7C3oNEGRVJH1qWbk3TNhvtXfO5Cwb3LoOdi2GdYTHj_yJcg/s320/DSCN3782.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's easy to see where E gets his incredible looks from....it's ok to be jealous that my husband is this attractive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSWgzxLk1lZmn_sg5pvzx7hWMYxStjYTvOIKRIMbsozB27XQgkJ5pnJFm1UwhAiqL4v_6wLKloBiTyjAXpj2GpjKnnujMXwmTQbC-WfqeB5w7rXsVMVR7_vysBFcBQdn22ULsRwKH4q4/s1600/DSCN3802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSWgzxLk1lZmn_sg5pvzx7hWMYxStjYTvOIKRIMbsozB27XQgkJ5pnJFm1UwhAiqL4v_6wLKloBiTyjAXpj2GpjKnnujMXwmTQbC-WfqeB5w7rXsVMVR7_vysBFcBQdn22ULsRwKH4q4/s320/DSCN3802.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Hf1agJIUpfNjRz9nbxh3pA7wV_vQUWUAahScaJfMTwYn9Ei0bSPIMiS0Pw_4YxfW-p_QWj5Uw3uZU2Zr67fKfpOSNS-q9oG_8xulALiRkuhf9ENpAJhyphenhyphenBxChpizeOAsEZvarhJfWxro/s1600/DSCN3813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Hf1agJIUpfNjRz9nbxh3pA7wV_vQUWUAahScaJfMTwYn9Ei0bSPIMiS0Pw_4YxfW-p_QWj5Uw3uZU2Zr67fKfpOSNS-q9oG_8xulALiRkuhf9ENpAJhyphenhyphenBxChpizeOAsEZvarhJfWxro/s320/DSCN3813.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Good morning and happy Wednesday people!</span></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-91586601071424426172011-06-06T03:11:00.001-04:002011-06-06T03:19:41.849-04:00It's 2:30am...Here's to the Month of May<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have finally found time to update our long abandoned blog. Most of you are probably sleeping since it is 2:30am...but not me. I'm wide awake because my daughter is wide awake.....because she has been throwing up since 11:30pm. So, we are watching Elmo, waiting to see if the worst of this little illness is behind us. I have to say, I couldn't love her more than I love her at this moment. As weird as it may sound, I'm so thankful for this time with her...i'll talke every second I can get with her....even if it involves barf at 2:30 in the morning (however, i can't help but wonder, WHY CAN'T KIDS THROW UP DURING THE DAY???).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, here is a little pictorial update on the month of May. At this point you may be thinking, "wait aren't you gonna tell the story of how y'all got back to Greenville?" And the answer is no. It's my (well my families) story and I'll tell it when I feel like it. For now, here's to the month of May. Which has been filled with a lot of "normal" things...it's been amazing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emmy has spent lots of time washing her hands. It's a little out of control. Luckily, her Aunt Amanda is patient. I think she washed her hands for about 15 minutes when this pic was taken.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAV6fwTLI3iUZwnfsAK3_Umkj3HRFcJ1SXQZUI6B-2PgVjJCzzJxbot1CQevxPzpbTtr9nSiVUHLWsT8al75pT-Y6MYZoYP6gpLvwHOU6i6AN2Dc7BUEYwt1OnCN2LgSYsZXbABaKVNAM/s1600/DSCN3652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAV6fwTLI3iUZwnfsAK3_Umkj3HRFcJ1SXQZUI6B-2PgVjJCzzJxbot1CQevxPzpbTtr9nSiVUHLWsT8al75pT-Y6MYZoYP6gpLvwHOU6i6AN2Dc7BUEYwt1OnCN2LgSYsZXbABaKVNAM/s320/DSCN3652.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Em also had her annual cardiology visit. Which went great! There have been no changes since last year, and we love our new pediatric cardiologist, which is good because we are now in a long term relationship with him. The visit was encouraging and definitely more fun than <a href="http://theteamreed.blogspot.com/2010/06/bicuspid-aortic-valve.html">last years visit</a>. Some of that is because G spun Em around on the doctors stool for an extended period of time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSF_EmMX7z3n0A23vYPB9oDcMbOY2hawfvgdsgwE4uKxCOhM2_vhXWY1FGhQL4_LkEGJTNEFJ3R85FyCOcGQT5EcSz0BGCoNU8EbhNh16Xn-Fwx59TBcyerf_9k9kaxvHfcE2-EGSVyzE/s1600/DSCN3653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSF_EmMX7z3n0A23vYPB9oDcMbOY2hawfvgdsgwE4uKxCOhM2_vhXWY1FGhQL4_LkEGJTNEFJ3R85FyCOcGQT5EcSz0BGCoNU8EbhNh16Xn-Fwx59TBcyerf_9k9kaxvHfcE2-EGSVyzE/s320/DSCN3653.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pNDOky8_8N83nODCRP_gtjFiE_kP-OGvuESdzlF_kafSirIeJDq2EkiTYxrCGjAI6tGJCA4VVXg2-B4kJJcJwNvxqp9vNpjDajTZ-jO5Baavc2zTRCZch2BEAWyfdf4UMlDXdrtP_7I/s1600/DSCN3658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pNDOky8_8N83nODCRP_gtjFiE_kP-OGvuESdzlF_kafSirIeJDq2EkiTYxrCGjAI6tGJCA4VVXg2-B4kJJcJwNvxqp9vNpjDajTZ-jO5Baavc2zTRCZch2BEAWyfdf4UMlDXdrtP_7I/s320/DSCN3658.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Other "normal" things we have been doing. Washing cars on Sunday afternoon. And loving it. Em really got into helping. She also got really into washing her whole body with the dirty water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIdW5vdvDwb_DQ8Q5buwWjKWX58nlrpQOzLKfe3Ve4OujKDli0pJ8JS4_4lNpQcwjfYFvhHv6L5YhCpXW3Ra_zq_gysewLMHIgvuhalosowmfEz9h0zBldQ0vjJ4M6c5Oq7tMMSIZyjs/s1600/DSCN3673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIdW5vdvDwb_DQ8Q5buwWjKWX58nlrpQOzLKfe3Ve4OujKDli0pJ8JS4_4lNpQcwjfYFvhHv6L5YhCpXW3Ra_zq_gysewLMHIgvuhalosowmfEz9h0zBldQ0vjJ4M6c5Oq7tMMSIZyjs/s320/DSCN3673.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCenlnL1nKkRG390JLvlJYpUM6zyVXWkc5I-I2m1MJz1hcTzXSyImT3Rmuz6tS34msZOYPF92ujj0dstlNQL7TBrRe3nns7sscbtbJmeALKPgjOhaQ2Yo4l-1pQTk7JOLm26CGu2-i0kE/s1600/DSCN3684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCenlnL1nKkRG390JLvlJYpUM6zyVXWkc5I-I2m1MJz1hcTzXSyImT3Rmuz6tS34msZOYPF92ujj0dstlNQL7TBrRe3nns7sscbtbJmeALKPgjOhaQ2Yo4l-1pQTk7JOLm26CGu2-i0kE/s320/DSCN3684.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">We celebrated Mother's day. Watching my kids with my super hot husband is the best gift ever. Evan slept through most of it....and he looked so cute doing it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOhhg98zPUTKvsl-DRSVJo4TEcgQeuSAYnQ5U5XCt-YomNVXGHcB9a2CjzmASIqjE6keATQpxAt4oUtrVMsme1fwUYt544QpBmrGvhX8MNzKQbtgfFCCLp3PTgzaBIGoGBUol2PU_g9A/s1600/DSCN3690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOhhg98zPUTKvsl-DRSVJo4TEcgQeuSAYnQ5U5XCt-YomNVXGHcB9a2CjzmASIqjE6keATQpxAt4oUtrVMsme1fwUYt544QpBmrGvhX8MNzKQbtgfFCCLp3PTgzaBIGoGBUol2PU_g9A/s320/DSCN3690.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJfZ4B9xwvHljWy6S6HX0gT0ShyphenhyphenryGj4M1uja1qIn74ncoRkGkrFVQZ5ElJvRp75TeNpydYcoRQ4dRa37gd5knoRV3TYbA6jzxvaDKaOTbNUtXByxwVZqyg1zEWAPav67Vm60fh9Q8oQ/s1600/DSCN3693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJfZ4B9xwvHljWy6S6HX0gT0ShyphenhyphenryGj4M1uja1qIn74ncoRkGkrFVQZ5ElJvRp75TeNpydYcoRQ4dRa37gd5knoRV3TYbA6jzxvaDKaOTbNUtXByxwVZqyg1zEWAPav67Vm60fh9Q8oQ/s320/DSCN3693.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Em refused to take a picture with me because she was too busy trying to jump off the bridge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObvZr5Y1TOHSfh-X8tl4od63MRcoLC2dgg-iRR3XfQ3fJHx7AXnqGzl-ScJ5YkT3QI5R7Q0BY8AKV8GBaDyiGpr__z69wUPbsn4h7RXE1Vf6yd8G6U-mdsz74KfkGS0iwo20YrQsiS9Q/s1600/DSCN3701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObvZr5Y1TOHSfh-X8tl4od63MRcoLC2dgg-iRR3XfQ3fJHx7AXnqGzl-ScJ5YkT3QI5R7Q0BY8AKV8GBaDyiGpr__z69wUPbsn4h7RXE1Vf6yd8G6U-mdsz74KfkGS0iwo20YrQsiS9Q/s320/DSCN3701.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have enjoyed more than one hail storm. I kind of think they are awesome</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkQNA7cLserQhLPNHJvXucUdswb6-SFkGoAj0_qY3nM2PEjcBDRQLni0FrmJleb0WubqdPs2htKO9oaGar1FcEK8dpUwYm-lKZkdEm23axBDkJ3oW6sHKS2APpYG8SXc35hjrJEAHQO0/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkQNA7cLserQhLPNHJvXucUdswb6-SFkGoAj0_qY3nM2PEjcBDRQLni0FrmJleb0WubqdPs2htKO9oaGar1FcEK8dpUwYm-lKZkdEm23axBDkJ3oW6sHKS2APpYG8SXc35hjrJEAHQO0/s320/DSCN3716.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">G and I have both been able to spend some amazing and much needed time with our friends. We are beyond blessed by the community we have here. Some of my girlfriends and I went to <a href="http://www.designwithwine.com/">Design With Wine </a>a few weeks ago. If you live in the area or are ever visiting it is a MUST DO thing. So so so much fun. I'm read to go again. G got to go to the shooting range with some friends last week....he loved every minute of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWnKDu3pKbiKxjclAu1amNvv5hb5HPYfMd_-qtjYL4DhKqp05sJaUaiAvtyawdFlSwPVjHgIeu6XfRDHwqVZiPApVhmAhLFjGwsap5xWji4GYDQINS3EFx-s8-ys4Dsg9vakXmBkSlEY/s1600/DSCN3734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWnKDu3pKbiKxjclAu1amNvv5hb5HPYfMd_-qtjYL4DhKqp05sJaUaiAvtyawdFlSwPVjHgIeu6XfRDHwqVZiPApVhmAhLFjGwsap5xWji4GYDQINS3EFx-s8-ys4Dsg9vakXmBkSlEY/s320/DSCN3734.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Emerson turned 2! What the heck! She had two parties, neither of which were well captured on camera. Part of that is due to the fact that she bit one of her friends five minutes into her "friend party". It's her party and she'll bite you if she wants to. Ugh. I got on a baking kick and made the cake for the family party and made cake pops for the friend party. No pictures of the cake pops, which is sad because they were crazy cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rpLLXCiFEo5xUyYPsOaRMmSizHrYkRYzvZIJTPQyv21sstIUvY1UGl6whWx4yyqAuwZJF8VN1a6B7rWDKoGbHSjDsjoXHTfBRFv2ivTfcZuwaFefkxYh40fgBIaKaJ9ddcTZ9YSwIdw/s1600/DSCN3751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rpLLXCiFEo5xUyYPsOaRMmSizHrYkRYzvZIJTPQyv21sstIUvY1UGl6whWx4yyqAuwZJF8VN1a6B7rWDKoGbHSjDsjoXHTfBRFv2ivTfcZuwaFefkxYh40fgBIaKaJ9ddcTZ9YSwIdw/s320/DSCN3751.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And we have spent TONS of time outside playing with the McCall kids. The water spot on this pic is because Bryson had just sprayed me with the hose (which is also why H.C. is sobbing in this pic).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-oozvTbuSTw1JTAwyeXuDCapuZvUSGSdz5I0skZJPHQjXRSfEZtWV93zZcTWaIiITexoXBX1KbERJLwX-mEc4eJCSMdzucbCjC8PWuVNwtxdc4C_u2u6izEHE3OTDZXW14lM_q4MpsHs/s1600/DSCN3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-oozvTbuSTw1JTAwyeXuDCapuZvUSGSdz5I0skZJPHQjXRSfEZtWV93zZcTWaIiITexoXBX1KbERJLwX-mEc4eJCSMdzucbCjC8PWuVNwtxdc4C_u2u6izEHE3OTDZXW14lM_q4MpsHs/s320/DSCN3761.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Little Hannah Claire, beyond precious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZbvjjXXh4sf12-N6TRUIStNR9L0nsx4cZeWa50LF3-iXTpeoesez2vM5FazS_g4mIxQh3TZ5OJrrPyPB8V95FUq8oYni3jWc0VBQc-M_SwrsRZavNUB83hFtzaDMCcjVd0BCoCDUlRE/s1600/DSCN3764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZbvjjXXh4sf12-N6TRUIStNR9L0nsx4cZeWa50LF3-iXTpeoesez2vM5FazS_g4mIxQh3TZ5OJrrPyPB8V95FUq8oYni3jWc0VBQc-M_SwrsRZavNUB83hFtzaDMCcjVd0BCoCDUlRE/s320/DSCN3764.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And last but not least, we have spent the month of May falling even deeper in love with this little guy. His cuteness is overwhelming and is only surpassed by his sweet, fun loving nature. He is a little wild but it is fun. Emmy constantly says, "Evan's crazy." She is correct. But look at him....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpyqR6ei6Ax6RAFB68gZD1zUHqQSeTdTi2dchnFSgSqtEPt3FnskZEPiv_x1xPJmbL6qxGKypWAK3ycnDFCAdbOgH6RFMIEeiR-WSOVDtDpS7qHAkVZdckSBRhFw2ghhbKddEYM3U_V8/s1600/DSCN3765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpyqR6ei6Ax6RAFB68gZD1zUHqQSeTdTi2dchnFSgSqtEPt3FnskZEPiv_x1xPJmbL6qxGKypWAK3ycnDFCAdbOgH6RFMIEeiR-WSOVDtDpS7qHAkVZdckSBRhFw2ghhbKddEYM3U_V8/s320/DSCN3765.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStcfIY7tGGGo0geWep55aT3YbvDQFFmGywo5ANd29egdcUJlgGY4bZh9qeqDMefX9CMJziaK2snC1kuA1L6Jumr0p8kEe3sU67lOdDFKZWe-nIgKHoMvDbOn-pOphF3c4MBPJv_5hgAg/s1600/DSCN3767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStcfIY7tGGGo0geWep55aT3YbvDQFFmGywo5ANd29egdcUJlgGY4bZh9qeqDMefX9CMJziaK2snC1kuA1L6Jumr0p8kEe3sU67lOdDFKZWe-nIgKHoMvDbOn-pOphF3c4MBPJv_5hgAg/s320/DSCN3767.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok, it's now 3am, I've done a load of laundry, and it's time to put the clean sheets back on the bed...and attempt to get this little girl back to bed. Which could be challenging since she is eating goldfish and watching Elmo....how can I tear her away from her 2 favorite things??? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eventually I will get around to telling the story of how we got back to Greenville, but only eventually. We are moving into some permanent housing next week. Since our stuff has been in storage for 2 years, it should be exciting (and nasty at the same time because it is probably really dirty). So, we will be busy......blog abandonment begins again now.</div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-55754260146531391872011-05-01T09:17:00.000-04:002011-05-01T09:17:56.180-04:00Say What???<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Garrett Reed quote of the day....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">G: <i>"I'm so glad my name doesn't start with an A."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me: <i>"Why?"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">G: <i>"Because I can't make cursive A's."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Really?? Who sits around thinking about that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, Garrett got a new job and we moved back to Greenville yesterday. Say What???? It's true. No you are not out of the loop for not knowing. It happened fast...very fast. More details to come later. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until then enjoy this photo from May 16, 2004 (my college graduation)...almost exactly SEVEN years ago. How is that possible? Mandy, has it really been seven years since we went to Europe???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzlF3jzEXyvSkJj0RCKqPhxi3JJtjq5qZnGF1MAi9-1r7faP0S3rQAJLK34fcgEAPwdcG3Tk4AHaKazirQ90o-T1EZ9QSfMir2erzgaa2EPEfFLeHywyeIHSTCzoC01dXCec1uwP9ROY/s1600/DSCF0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyzlF3jzEXyvSkJj0RCKqPhxi3JJtjq5qZnGF1MAi9-1r7faP0S3rQAJLK34fcgEAPwdcG3Tk4AHaKazirQ90o-T1EZ9QSfMir2erzgaa2EPEfFLeHywyeIHSTCzoC01dXCec1uwP9ROY/s320/DSCF0159.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-13653626280563337982011-04-09T11:04:00.001-04:002011-04-09T13:10:02.664-04:00"You Lie"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDzM5tuBiHKiaMzjQucPkkITnzkW4RVv67ITaz6eeQ5nUX3ToMJlAfs67LJw9Waa76rZSfgD4QEaRBGmqnTbgVVP7gt74FsYbVTr6m6P50M5gik0STJBNArQdAhHqp7DE61omlhPMovQ/s1600/DSCN3500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDzM5tuBiHKiaMzjQucPkkITnzkW4RVv67ITaz6eeQ5nUX3ToMJlAfs67LJw9Waa76rZSfgD4QEaRBGmqnTbgVVP7gt74FsYbVTr6m6P50M5gik0STJBNArQdAhHqp7DE61omlhPMovQ/s320/DSCN3500.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Me:</b> "Emerson, were you eating the paint while mommy changed Evan's diaper?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>E:</b> "No."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Too bad Joe Wilson wasn't here to call her out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="goog_1113346063"></span><span id="goog_1113346064"></span></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-58573946864261137222011-04-08T09:20:00.001-04:002011-04-08T09:25:24.362-04:00In Case You Hadn't Heard...<div style="text-align: center;">No I am not pregnant. We are a little nuts, but not that nuts. The real "in case you hadn't heard" news is....Garrett's baby sister Courtney/Aunt Coo Coo to my kids, is ENGAGED!!! We are so excited for her. <br />
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Coo Coo lives in Colorado so we only get to see her a few times a year. Lucky for us, she made a quick trip to Charleston last weekend for the <a href="http://www.bridgerun.com/">Bridge Run</a>. So, we made a detour thru the Holy City on the way to the Myrtle so we could congratulate her in person. It made our hearts happy to see her. Court, we love you so much and are thrilled for you and Chris! Although, I will say I am a little sad that we will only share the same last name for a few more months. Good for you though, Nicoletti is definitely a little spicier than Reed.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Court got to spend lots of time loving on baby Evan. And regardless of how it looks in this pic, he enjoyed every second of it.<br />
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Emmy wanted to say congrats again to Aunt Coo Coo. Yay Coo Coo!!!!</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pretty much, I am really tired these days. Kind of like Emerson was after little Harrison's birthday party a few weeks ago.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYsg4bVCy4_Cck1s1WpzSpmHQ5d7qBBPlqtKX7wq5dcGHYYXy08o6Ft9ZdaERsrjCCaOcDcd8FkBW_bXQDAmaafiEDYfpGRwNTFDF2Q1dHeBVlK2dcW-OjY9OIt8yz7hiZydUfzaejyA/s1600/DSCN3362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYsg4bVCy4_Cck1s1WpzSpmHQ5d7qBBPlqtKX7wq5dcGHYYXy08o6Ft9ZdaERsrjCCaOcDcd8FkBW_bXQDAmaafiEDYfpGRwNTFDF2Q1dHeBVlK2dcW-OjY9OIt8yz7hiZydUfzaejyA/s320/DSCN3362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My day starts at 6:15 (i have to get up before both kiddos to get ready) and ends around midnight. I constantly day dream about how amazing it would be if I could have a nap time every day. Oh well, I can nap when my kids go to college. Until then, I'm going to enjoy every second of having these precious little faces wear me out. </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have fallen so in love with this kid I can hardly stand it.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This little girl brings light to the world. Yes she is wearing a leotard (and boots that are not pictured).</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hopefully I will be posting more this month. I feel like I am missing my opportunity to chronicle Evan's first year of life. It's so true, the second child gets the short end of the stick. I know because I am the second child. What was my sisters first word??, "thank you," what way my first word??? no one knows. Evan I am vowing to minimize how many of your milestones we forget. You deserve it....look how precious you are.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, I nibble on his cheeks all day long. All day. Every day.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-87487214543688949232011-02-20T20:29:00.001-05:002011-04-09T08:26:17.738-04:00Help<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Garrett came to town again this weekend. He makes my heart really happy. He also makes my kids hearts really happy. There is no doubt he is the fun one. Tonight he decided to put Em in the Baby Bjorn (a baby carrier for those of you who are not versed in baby gear). It was comical to say the least. Watch for yourself. My favorite part of this video is my mom. She goes on cooking dinner completely ignoring the dancing man with an almost 2 year old strapped to his body. Apparently she is used to Garrett's uniqueness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx7kjpsdcKScrPZ8Xka27UGaJo1z66ZqkPNLrLfxCSYpqvibCe19H1yUXhVoZF6kXBQrB6l5J0nv8XwKns05A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And as if the video wasn't good enough, I somehow managed to snap this pic. It makes me laugh. Not the most flattering picture of Garrett but hilarious nonetheless. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQNLSZB0DPQLoB_oMxsZjEnIziOYzyG3P2AqtF4lD5aQawBluLemUnHVlu5U1YlddsmMtZo8-3GRBQfz8d933X65P7TJXJcSL2fifhhm6hRj_5IJ-3MvawngSFoCxD7mWMIyBLlJDoJU/s1600/DSCN3323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQNLSZB0DPQLoB_oMxsZjEnIziOYzyG3P2AqtF4lD5aQawBluLemUnHVlu5U1YlddsmMtZo8-3GRBQfz8d933X65P7TJXJcSL2fifhhm6hRj_5IJ-3MvawngSFoCxD7mWMIyBLlJDoJU/s320/DSCN3323.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-45629311899774940322011-02-18T16:08:00.003-05:002011-04-12T07:42:45.006-04:00It's Not All Gloom and Doom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I realized I had been emoting way too much on this blog when my friend Lindsay called the other day and said, "So, you're sad huh. I read your blog." So, in an effort to show the blogosphere that my life is still moving forward and that I don't actually sit around in a house by myself crying all day....here is a photo story depicting some moments from the past few weeks that have made me laugh. Here we go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we are visiting Garrett at the beach, he still has to work and we are stuck in a mostly empty third floor apartment. So, we all start to get bored and begin to look a little like this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mom.....I'm so bored."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Seriously mom, this is the pits."<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, I got sick of the whining and decided to let the kids entertain themselves while I did a puzzle. Well, I actually did 2 puzzles but I only have a picture of one.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You would be shocked to know how difficult those leaves were.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While I worked on those Emerson decided to take Evan's temperature. He said, "noooo."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsLfPRp5ina1b-2O_0ih8oLRrBaBx_QqAXnfIcjlPeo0MiPAnhJMG3EA_b_R7S-BGfuEZSU4Qyg6073EFHKKcpA0BQ6dnuRBs6z9ClGVmWgxT0drXoJwKeJJaWl9A1NPGtaMuW1j2uZ8/s1600/DSCN3252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsLfPRp5ina1b-2O_0ih8oLRrBaBx_QqAXnfIcjlPeo0MiPAnhJMG3EA_b_R7S-BGfuEZSU4Qyg6073EFHKKcpA0BQ6dnuRBs6z9ClGVmWgxT0drXoJwKeJJaWl9A1NPGtaMuW1j2uZ8/s320/DSCN3252.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She did it anyways. He was fever free. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFDBhOnkzF2Adre4tpQQDaNKb_OYhUvaq8H0fvz4LXTwEPGCSmFfB_ixn0Js0H-KQpVCkABzBPJZ2ITl-ivRELFTyBhSfl9uRVlndimSCLi_X3sAKVP1cztpXGg7mAWoNQ1OCMsVYtu0/s1600/DSCN3251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFDBhOnkzF2Adre4tpQQDaNKb_OYhUvaq8H0fvz4LXTwEPGCSmFfB_ixn0Js0H-KQpVCkABzBPJZ2ITl-ivRELFTyBhSfl9uRVlndimSCLi_X3sAKVP1cztpXGg7mAWoNQ1OCMsVYtu0/s320/DSCN3251.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NUlujSxUL5v9B1oswVrNBl8q8t-C7J364kT8IYHOajFUkoF2B3kpxCI-w_COiNSBFRMiMxVKgE7IxT94QL0-RaWfpJz8uLipD40ivKaZtAoei6xaiMj5L7UcLdcRW7RZjsBJnPzd7Gs/s1600/DSCN3253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> We have also taken a few trips to Spartanburg over the past few weeks. On one of those trips, Garrett's mom dressed Evan up like a duck.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He clearly loved it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlq7Ob3sLYiHNtN0C4gCRuSuYXg4ubUhvRIoXodWYJP_bphGd_0pa7Dhv6hpeIHeHFlL_PUPDiTo58suNVOF_aUfNdfPMfDrOLY27Yi4ytU3H2YnjCZwOKk6gbNFH9yGavdKHF7hEr-KE/s1600/DSCN3280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlq7Ob3sLYiHNtN0C4gCRuSuYXg4ubUhvRIoXodWYJP_bphGd_0pa7Dhv6hpeIHeHFlL_PUPDiTo58suNVOF_aUfNdfPMfDrOLY27Yi4ytU3H2YnjCZwOKk6gbNFH9yGavdKHF7hEr-KE/s320/DSCN3280.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">On that same trip, Garrett's dad, made the rookie mistake of setting Emerson's pack and play up right underneath a set of drawers. Half way through "nap time" (there was definitely no napping), we heard loud banging noises coming from the room. This is what we found.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Gzz-MJK00bXwjpdqA3ya0XHES-QlPQ6XROqihrmaoid7brTetN6BjOA5w3kiVIUSSFu9HFyrlosJmHSV2ot-BGEEzNfaj0TOq5Krg1LNEnb7wDUB_2N6kHWHjSUfk76xQ8DVkO2ts98/s1600/DSCN3282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Gzz-MJK00bXwjpdqA3ya0XHES-QlPQ6XROqihrmaoid7brTetN6BjOA5w3kiVIUSSFu9HFyrlosJmHSV2ot-BGEEzNfaj0TOq5Krg1LNEnb7wDUB_2N6kHWHjSUfk76xQ8DVkO2ts98/s320/DSCN3282.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a closer look at the contents of Garrett's drawers from high school. It should be noted that Emerson had completely cleaned the drawer out. These pics only show what was left after we put half of it back (it took me a minute to think to grab the camera).<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_y0OhZDKbx1LVJyJhynXxkmwrS9gBp_CFl9bRR09Q42BcMKK0xyN5hHSm9bKzLGUqzd_d8m8QG_neJyCBwrohYys72vEA5zaSEVFguh9iAiO7u6Q6oEewOD18KB9T6pba2Lbf4zYSoY/s1600/DSCN3283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_y0OhZDKbx1LVJyJhynXxkmwrS9gBp_CFl9bRR09Q42BcMKK0xyN5hHSm9bKzLGUqzd_d8m8QG_neJyCBwrohYys72vEA5zaSEVFguh9iAiO7u6Q6oEewOD18KB9T6pba2Lbf4zYSoY/s320/DSCN3283.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">That was fun. Emmy and I have also been playing outside or "side" as she call it. I have been taking lots of pictures of her because I love her. Here are a few.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnNTghja0KhtNSq7PcWT6tA8CmR4WQBCGg3U66-n9bzfrDTZvHyFwWy35Cl_YbKc1oGhrxKmCDRznF3wFu5uRxQ74psuMP3luNBeXc0psXM2PplrZ8EutTyIZLzRe0jU6sDhXXuJxkwU/s1600/DSCN3288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnNTghja0KhtNSq7PcWT6tA8CmR4WQBCGg3U66-n9bzfrDTZvHyFwWy35Cl_YbKc1oGhrxKmCDRznF3wFu5uRxQ74psuMP3luNBeXc0psXM2PplrZ8EutTyIZLzRe0jU6sDhXXuJxkwU/s320/DSCN3288.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2l2YF2FoMPdDicPcmZzoNsVHEdcEAmVURZuZn_Weu_LfkFVRRMTeyOlUFQ8-vi9zkMdSuajZiprWOfW7hDdhXkNsUW1vnw71nzorxmnhhsqPi40wA5HT58FEbq6nD9elIqaWvB0F9b4/s1600/DSCN3285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2l2YF2FoMPdDicPcmZzoNsVHEdcEAmVURZuZn_Weu_LfkFVRRMTeyOlUFQ8-vi9zkMdSuajZiprWOfW7hDdhXkNsUW1vnw71nzorxmnhhsqPi40wA5HT58FEbq6nD9elIqaWvB0F9b4/s320/DSCN3285.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Garrett came to visit one weekend and we were enjoying a quiet Sunday morning when Em came running into the room looking like this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1H0nVPcOIOM0Dcqwp2kgeZT1SnqDqv23kT6PY96YUptainVIxJfVqyo7GscglXFUhFRae8oU165ljnHvpUka8YLQ1Ad5xbLg8lwoMjPLAITPLfqJjQCgkJH9DGCsIe5TMLJoo3_FP4s/s1600/DSCN3295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1H0nVPcOIOM0Dcqwp2kgeZT1SnqDqv23kT6PY96YUptainVIxJfVqyo7GscglXFUhFRae8oU165ljnHvpUka8YLQ1Ad5xbLg8lwoMjPLAITPLfqJjQCgkJH9DGCsIe5TMLJoo3_FP4s/s320/DSCN3295.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She had just been dancing in the shower (one of her favorite past times), but when she ran up to us she was screaming, "ball ball ball ball ball." We were both confused about what she could possibly be so upset about until we smartened up and realized she must have dropped her favorite bouncy ball down the drain while she was dancing. So we spent the next hour doing this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-wjfm57PRTECRPiHPAczY2uwQgXDYoKHHdw8Ao-egWhRXSkpBNtluATlXILyWuI2t1y0gnyiakvoDDPlGUhYIAVRtBmYz2zmlN2VYsaaiKLXzWyuToTWutJCJuCNDUawkGfliDF_Kr4/s1600/DSCN3297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-wjfm57PRTECRPiHPAczY2uwQgXDYoKHHdw8Ao-egWhRXSkpBNtluATlXILyWuI2t1y0gnyiakvoDDPlGUhYIAVRtBmYz2zmlN2VYsaaiKLXzWyuToTWutJCJuCNDUawkGfliDF_Kr4/s320/DSCN3297.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnhtIw8Akx3Ak_p2jL5ffXX2M4Wvt9mli9q_yPZ50TZYvZt4jg1CrpEa7O0naUMWtmFC9zhy-sVI_CSxS47dWM69Wgh7J_pQCJjqyweQKT4pj-VV3dthkIA87QTEUAuhfQpYrZ2eI7bM/s1600/DSCN3298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnhtIw8Akx3Ak_p2jL5ffXX2M4Wvt9mli9q_yPZ50TZYvZt4jg1CrpEa7O0naUMWtmFC9zhy-sVI_CSxS47dWM69Wgh7J_pQCJjqyweQKT4pj-VV3dthkIA87QTEUAuhfQpYrZ2eI7bM/s320/DSCN3298.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Garrett trying to suck the ball up with a vacuum (while using his flashlight app), and Emerson <s>cheering him on</s> crying and screaming "ball ball ball ball." Sadly (especially for my parents since it is their house), the ball was never recovered.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And finally, in case you were wondering, Evan is still chunky. But, he is able to use his hands more now, so maybe he will lose some weight from all the exercise. Maybe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4d8odywd4CwPSOl4pHeD6G0pyr82p5EzlUGk7t37I75zlXOBZBu7Lhps8dZprOGVCSTOGx0UewWH_rGdcfvE8iuz3266SNoRl9-tLjG8hoqA5n3BqhUHhBB1YETqL-_bfTTw1KPIp_50/s1600/DSCN3311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4d8odywd4CwPSOl4pHeD6G0pyr82p5EzlUGk7t37I75zlXOBZBu7Lhps8dZprOGVCSTOGx0UewWH_rGdcfvE8iuz3266SNoRl9-tLjG8hoqA5n3BqhUHhBB1YETqL-_bfTTw1KPIp_50/s320/DSCN3311.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyf9Ij6QDFxGFOj5v3BYgNxn80kY_tokFBofFoSqo0woTFatPeDMjQ3KEUgF-DB-7cSxa87lRIqvCQIzvtqLUnZv4DBgpqMbrrYmeamXQltm-UXvS2ZxvWNTslDLN1i7maIftVxhBWIY/s1600/DSCN3310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyf9Ij6QDFxGFOj5v3BYgNxn80kY_tokFBofFoSqo0woTFatPeDMjQ3KEUgF-DB-7cSxa87lRIqvCQIzvtqLUnZv4DBgpqMbrrYmeamXQltm-UXvS2ZxvWNTslDLN1i7maIftVxhBWIY/s320/DSCN3310.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">There you have it, even with Garrett gone most of the time, I do still laugh and enjoy life. </div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-74656452794237307942011-02-08T15:49:00.001-05:002011-02-08T15:50:50.381-05:00In Case You Are Wondering....<div style="text-align: center;">In case you are wondering where the heck we have been....and I know you have been, we have mostly been somewhere between Upstate SC and the beach, with a little bit of time spent in each location. The kids and I have been haulin' it back and forth so we can spend time with my husband and their father. His third floor apartment is not really the perfect fit for our family. So, we go and spend as much time as we can until we start to go nutty, and then we head back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We thought the madness might be coming to an end soon and that G's company was going to be making some decisions about a permanent placement for us this week.....but they changed their minds and decided to hold off on any decision making until May. Yes, I cried when I found this out. Yes, this little journey has made me a cry baby. By the time it is all said and done with, Garrett and I will have lived apart for almost an entire YEAR. We are hoping he can get some new housing so we can be together.....please pray that this is possible. Also pray that I would stop being plagued with little kid type illness....my newest diagnosis as of this morning, Tonsillitis. Who over the age of 7 has tonsillitis...apparently I do. And little Em is acting all out of sorts and keeps saying, "Mommy hurt," so we are headed to the pediatrician in a few hours. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't lie, Garrett and I have had the "why is the Lord allowing all of this to happen to us" conversation more than once. Over the weekend as we were talking and struggling through the events of the past 2 years, I couldn't help but be reminded of Job. The Lord allowed Satan to test Job because He knew Job could withstand anything Satan threw at him. After losing his business, his health, his family, Job says to his wife when she questions his continued faith in the Lord, "<i>Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble? (job 2:10)</i>" And he goes on to say in chapter 13, <i>"Though he slay me, yet I will hope in him."</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our struggles don't come close to comparing to that of Job but we feel the weight of them none the less. However, we know that God is good because of the love He demonstrated to us through Jesus. So, we will continue to hope and trust in Him. I keep singing to myself a little song we used to sing at Young Life stuff in college...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><i>When the morning falls on the farthest hill,</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I will sing His name, I will praise Him still.</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When dark trials come and my heart is filled</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still.</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For the Lord our God, He is strong to save</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>From the arms of death, from the deepest grave.</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And He gave us life in His perfect will,</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And by His good grace, I will praise Him still.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So, in case you were wondering, that is where we have been and that is what we have been feeling. I can't say I will be posting more often....but I can't say that I won't be either. </span></span></div></span>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-25834666958498089982011-01-15T00:17:00.001-05:002011-01-15T00:21:52.121-05:00Whatcha Gonna Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whatcha gonna do when you have been snowed in for the better part of a week?? Well, if you are Emerson then you are going to insist on wearing your pink hat around the house all day and you are just gonna roll with the punches and work from home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1ZNRM_XNYYg-fpqDcS-n7dCDbaf1QAyYvOb0Mw9v-rCqg5SRuJO_azV6UWXE6oji0F3KO3n1Cn5To4yV71AgzTUBiW2IiuiCQkUb2X__E3MRjOJW2g21gdN-It9kphdPtTKZHIOO5Jo/s1600/DSCN3194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1ZNRM_XNYYg-fpqDcS-n7dCDbaf1QAyYvOb0Mw9v-rCqg5SRuJO_azV6UWXE6oji0F3KO3n1Cn5To4yV71AgzTUBiW2IiuiCQkUb2X__E3MRjOJW2g21gdN-It9kphdPtTKZHIOO5Jo/s320/DSCN3194.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then you are gonna get really tired from working so hard and subsequently lay in your mom's lap and pout for a while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJjdHNoHoXZ2lR0yfjj6tPkT0l81MFl2IxNbNXolrhiaXE1M94e0nn_s6BZeH04l2jgPCxsUIp2eho96w19nMz-8MzkYd7QbPOXDdDTMwHRVFUF8rs-sGhxdy-uxrVjH7T4Oq8XAkcJI/s1600/DSCN3199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJjdHNoHoXZ2lR0yfjj6tPkT0l81MFl2IxNbNXolrhiaXE1M94e0nn_s6BZeH04l2jgPCxsUIp2eho96w19nMz-8MzkYd7QbPOXDdDTMwHRVFUF8rs-sGhxdy-uxrVjH7T4Oq8XAkcJI/s320/DSCN3199.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are are Evan, you are just gonna lay on the couch and watch t.v. because you are only 12 weeks old and too young for workin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XVYURRr2_SRhgtI5yvnrG9jxWeO2x8QPa89I7x0sOH4DipOgDBtOEdk6lZbuR_S750YKEs6rKc_slGFJBGf5OuJCn1TmCjEF2jQChpMSFSfCsxTSML9SwjJW8vK8M1Xcq5ILHYtyJNc/s1600/DSCN3208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XVYURRr2_SRhgtI5yvnrG9jxWeO2x8QPa89I7x0sOH4DipOgDBtOEdk6lZbuR_S750YKEs6rKc_slGFJBGf5OuJCn1TmCjEF2jQChpMSFSfCsxTSML9SwjJW8vK8M1Xcq5ILHYtyJNc/s320/DSCN3208.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then you are gonna eat so much that your face starts to look like this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ItGb5a9-Qj9zaPnMQJSYFRFOw5WPSZAxaRgEW1tZHqQ2nDwd2jvetJN0fuWG6DgK20R9gaa9ZC8P7vwsiZ_og2zTNoUlHW14AalrHHhJdyA1ui9GS2bKeTdERPBnfczC0o843E52LAo/s1600/DSCN3210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ItGb5a9-Qj9zaPnMQJSYFRFOw5WPSZAxaRgEW1tZHqQ2nDwd2jvetJN0fuWG6DgK20R9gaa9ZC8P7vwsiZ_og2zTNoUlHW14AalrHHhJdyA1ui9GS2bKeTdERPBnfczC0o843E52LAo/s320/DSCN3210.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But that's ok b/c you are really cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRMLDqzItwkl3iMDORaiycBwzQMKFd_Z1XbeNDbYBXk8KiPt3RKC_dSvK0eZSI-FhmPzetaE0wjU7j1HEdaeNLeNb6Y4y6p-7ZgQ6fYjjEa1E8m6U6keBGXlZkOCbY0arLtMNqRoPIAo/s1600/DSCN3213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdRMLDqzItwkl3iMDORaiycBwzQMKFd_Z1XbeNDbYBXk8KiPt3RKC_dSvK0eZSI-FhmPzetaE0wjU7j1HEdaeNLeNb6Y4y6p-7ZgQ6fYjjEa1E8m6U6keBGXlZkOCbY0arLtMNqRoPIAo/s320/DSCN3213.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are me, you are gonna think to yourself, "I should go outside and take a picture of the down spouts. They are so pretty with all of the icicles on them." Then you are going to walk out the front door wearing slippers instead of proper snow boots, and you are going to slip and fall backwards down these stone steps (which are actually covered in a thin sheet of ice but you can't tell at all).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9GMqBDq-syv-h1AjZxtdvL9f3h5s6ZYDy56EWl77Opqvv5SFjSBFsqAd7FBtePE1IvYRTJ5FKubtrqfWPcvDxGYJJBkKeidLI6qQxlwRUcM-Q8BFIrkXPIFFd1JlFVtlXEl2h-Tdeuw/s1600/DSCN3224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9GMqBDq-syv-h1AjZxtdvL9f3h5s6ZYDy56EWl77Opqvv5SFjSBFsqAd7FBtePE1IvYRTJ5FKubtrqfWPcvDxGYJJBkKeidLI6qQxlwRUcM-Q8BFIrkXPIFFd1JlFVtlXEl2h-Tdeuw/s320/DSCN3224.JPG" width="297" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Then you are going to get up, look around and make sure none of the neighbors saw you, go get your camera that flew 25 feet into some far off bushes, and take the stupid pictures anyway (but you aren't gonna say the word 'stupid' in front of your daughter b/c she repeats everything you say).</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">See. Aren't the pretty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKln6UmgfECbNpWf6FLVnE0VSOhO3gbMFDNOYGlpYhrkbfYpqwIyuXCftEg4e9GYSrzi1owiiEF1DgHN9kx_sHf_3VUAC_RdN3jPYzO0x4E25QF9kuW3VB4zqFVpytOCWhhP53a8U7Mg/s1600/DSCN3188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKln6UmgfECbNpWf6FLVnE0VSOhO3gbMFDNOYGlpYhrkbfYpqwIyuXCftEg4e9GYSrzi1owiiEF1DgHN9kx_sHf_3VUAC_RdN3jPYzO0x4E25QF9kuW3VB4zqFVpytOCWhhP53a8U7Mg/s320/DSCN3188.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Totally worth almost being paralyzed for.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5SPrfMBtzU1p34L7syz1593Zu8CIuJ_CVWcM73B-iWu9DMnSSsc8y9Mxvbn_nEwAqvZsj3hMi_uFThH_02xAGXP5wsGvKLqnaRAXOHQjfIirMk-aS3gsHr4nlx23tJYkGEGlmL9GgSQ/s1600/DSCN3221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5SPrfMBtzU1p34L7syz1593Zu8CIuJ_CVWcM73B-iWu9DMnSSsc8y9Mxvbn_nEwAqvZsj3hMi_uFThH_02xAGXP5wsGvKLqnaRAXOHQjfIirMk-aS3gsHr4nlx23tJYkGEGlmL9GgSQ/s320/DSCN3221.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Then you are going to take loads of Advil and warm baths for the next few days to try to relieve the pain and bruising on your backside. And then you are going to remember that you have to drive through the ice to take your daughter to her first dentist appointment ever. And you aren't gonna mind because she is so cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLMYTYmkydhtOrkJC8uJi5QonG4sUyeLBIAo5owBc-IcEm67XSkcxQWn9ckxXlK7O6IsdpS5nO0cIIFuy1Zv_mjEH42lz0Blwd5SXM6X1xP5IQMoeMjyj9zM6TWz9nmtE3cXlguewxXE/s1600/DSCN3227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLMYTYmkydhtOrkJC8uJi5QonG4sUyeLBIAo5owBc-IcEm67XSkcxQWn9ckxXlK7O6IsdpS5nO0cIIFuy1Zv_mjEH42lz0Blwd5SXM6X1xP5IQMoeMjyj9zM6TWz9nmtE3cXlguewxXE/s320/DSCN3227.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then you are going to shamelessly plug your friend Dr. Brian Jones and his practice, <a href="http://www.updkids.com/">Upstate Pediatric Dentistry</a>, because they are awesome (if they can handle Emerson, they can handle anyone). And then you are going to shamelessly plug his wife Lindsey who has a fun little blog that you can find <a href="http://keepingupwiththegreenvillejoneses.blogspot.com/">here</a>. That is what we do when we get snowed in. Oh and we might have played in the snow a little. But only a little b/c all Em's snow stuff was with Garrett in Myrtle Beach. Go figure.</div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-18598195415245296782011-01-10T13:27:00.000-05:002011-01-10T13:27:05.558-05:00The Conclusion<div style="text-align: center;">I know the blogoshpere has been waiting on pins and needles to hear how our trip home from the Myrtle went. Well, I changed my game plan up a bit. The plan, no stops. Period. That plan actually worked well until we got about an hour from home and Evan starting screaming so loud that Emerson couldn't hear her Elmo DVD anymore, so she started screaming. So, I pulled over at a rest stop. Since it had been 4 and half hours since Evan had eaten, and he normally eats every 3 I figured I should feed him. However, I stuck to my guns, there were no diaper changes just a quick refill of Em's juice, a quick feeding for Evan in the front seat and we were back on the road....no one got out of the car. There was a substantial amount of crying from both kids (and almost from me) for the last hour, but I figure one hour out of 4 and half isn't that bad. And we made it home before the blizzard of 2011 hit. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would call it a mostly successful trip. Oh except that Em's pants (and parts of her shirt) were soaking wet when we got home. It seems that the giant glass of water and multiple sippy cups of juice on the way back coupled with my refusal to stop created quite the diaper explosion. I guess I should wash the car seat. Now that your mind is at ease knowing we made home (well let's be honest, we don't have a home..we made it to my parents home), enjoy your snow day...if you are in the Southeast somewhere.</div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-43712839135707925302011-01-08T23:41:00.001-05:002011-01-08T23:43:20.164-05:00An Exciting Saga...Not Really<div style="text-align: center;">I did it. I completed a 5 hour road trip with my 2 children (both under the age of 2), all by myself. It really wasn't that bad. The kids were fine in the car and the minimal stress I experienced came from the snack/feeding/diaper change stop. We needed to stop in Florence, and well, there just isn't a lot there. Any mom knows there are a few criteria for a road trip stop with little kids: #1. Clean (and preferably spacious) bathrooms WITH changing tables. #2. Good snacks/food. #3. A nice environment to rest but one that is also tolerant of my cute and always obedient children. For the most part the only places that fit the bill are Chick-fil-A (but on Sundays, gotta find another option), Starbucks, and Panera. <i>If anyone has any other recommendations, now is the time to give them. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Typically Chick-fil-A is my first choice for obvious reasons BUT the CFA on my route through Florence is a DTO (drive-thru only) so it's a no go. No Panera in Florence. Starbucks it is. Which is fine except on occasions, you come across a Starbucks with no changing table in the bathroom. Guess what, the Florence Starbucks is one of those (<i>As is the one on Harbison in Columbia... I have changed Emerson on the bathroom floor there before</i>). So, I had to change Evan on one of the tables in the middle of Starbucks (maybe make a note to not eat on the table closest to the door at the Florence Starbucks). And little Em had to get her diaper (which she swore didn't need changing but definitely did) changed in the drivers seat of the car. Which wasn't so bad b/c it was 50 degrees outside instead of 15. While in Starbucks, I was smart enough to put Em in our little umbrella stroller to keep her contained and I just carried Evan in his car seat. My hands were full (literally) but we made it work. And it was worth it because we have gotten to spend the past few days with Garrett.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Garrett is living in a corporately furnished apartment which is furnished just enough to be able to call it furnished. However, it has 3 bedrooms and his company provided 2 cribs for the kids. So, we were able to spend the night as a family of 4 for the first time in a "house" by ourselves AND everyone had real beds. It has been nice. But it all ends tomorrow when I make the 5 hour drive (i should note the drive only takes 5 hours with kids, more like 4 without them) again to head back home before the big snow storm hits. Hopefully the return trip will go as smoothly as the first leg did. However, it is Sunday so no CFA and as I noted earlier, no changing table at the Starbucks. What will I do??? Stay tuned for updates to this exciting saga. Another exciting saga to look forward for updates on, Emerson's first dentist appointment next week, Lord help me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No pics from our trip the Myrtle, which is super sad b/c I got to hold little baby Fisher and I didn't document it. Lame I know. But here is a pic of Em being sweet to her brother. They love each other.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-8549621753210516902011-01-05T14:56:00.003-05:002011-01-05T15:13:57.541-05:00A Joyful Moment<div style="text-align: center;">I know I said I was taking a blogging hiatus but I'm so excited right now I can hardly contain myself. My best friend, Mandy, aka my boo, is in labor as I write this. If you are new to this blog, get familiar with Mandy....I reference her often. If you are not new to this blog, you may be sick of me professing my love for her. Sorry. Can't help it. Her friendship makes my heart happy. You ever had a friend that just understood you??? You never have to explain why you did or said something (whether it was right or wrong) because they understand your heart and intentions. If not, I pray you will experience this type of friendship one day because it rocks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Little Adam Fisher Brantley will be born some time in the next few hours and the world will be forever changed. This little baby has been prayed for so much and I know the Lord has a beautiful plan for his life. Over the past year and half I have cried for Mandy and her husband Adam as they have had several miscarriages (2 of which resulting in emergency surgery), but today I cry tears of joy as the Lord shows his graciousness to the Brantley Family. Read Mandy's thoughts on Fisher's birth <a href="http://meetharrisonbrantley.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-final-thoughts-on-new-adventure.html">here</a>....they are beautiful. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mandy and I enjoying a joyful moment in Paris back in June of 2004. Who would have thought we would both be the mother of 2 only 6 and half short years later. I love that the Lord has allowed me to walk through life with her, the good and the challenging</span></i>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs167.snc1/6256_1227622850971_1241063489_30689710_1484943_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-37846628314694185132011-01-04T11:55:00.004-05:002011-01-04T15:14:50.063-05:00The Blogging Crossroads<div style="text-align: center;">Well I have reached that point in every bloggers life (ok, maybe not every blogger reaches this point, I just like to add a little drama to things)....the blogging crossroads. I started this blog 2 and half years ago mostly as a way to keep our siblings (who were scattered all over) and families up to date on our lives. And because our lives are so exciting, there has been a lot to update on since then. :) However, the time has come where I just kind of don't feel like doing it anymore. I asked myself the other day, "Allison, why do you blog?" And I responded to myself, "I have no idea." So, maybe I will take a blogging hiatus until I come up with a good answer to that question. Maybe not. I really don't know. I do know that I will either quit blogging all together or blog more but with more intention. Only time will tell. The suspense. The good news is, Garrett says he wants to take the blog over if I quit. That would be win for everyone I think. Only problem is he and Em have the same attention span, so you may be royally entertained for a week or so until he forgot about the blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">While you sit on the edge of your seats waiting to find out the verdict on my blogging status. Enjoy these pics I found on my parents computer of Em when she was a little baby (as opposed to the big baby she is now). I also found some interesting pics of a weird man brandishing a gun. I would post them but they are in a group of pics my dad took while he was in Russia a while back. I have been convinced he is a spy for some time now, so I would hate to post a pic that would blow someone's cover...but dang they are funny.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyT6yWaWLOth0e__wC4Y0zuDaAAAtStu0aiQVHL6bJ2_eD0ZRxozr6-PybTk03J5urU4ET_nyG50kIf20yck0qehyj_0Ikmdg2W3kkAAPKwqYFdpgMc415s3tNTfJwVj6sKt73sNgt7R4/s400/P1020181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558380498899324722" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91aQxmDT7ri-RcKMrbLp3PG1dNlBPNXWG_zWZ24EtPW7b-ILmWwhJFPrfN_09aBYWiU9T98ndizHaUvJEFm_AzomjE_KHVRkSTdF9hdMf0XQUeXiTY75qL76XlLwL-mminXBu0WLYYg8/s1600/P1020180.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91aQxmDT7ri-RcKMrbLp3PG1dNlBPNXWG_zWZ24EtPW7b-ILmWwhJFPrfN_09aBYWiU9T98ndizHaUvJEFm_AzomjE_KHVRkSTdF9hdMf0XQUeXiTY75qL76XlLwL-mminXBu0WLYYg8/s400/P1020180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558380497608638658" /></a>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-29539742351767793482010-12-30T15:42:00.004-05:002010-12-30T16:13:28.177-05:00Undaunted Radiance<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Lord used Oswald Chambers (and my sweet new Kindle my in-laws got me) to rock my world today. After the struggles of the past year and half (and Garrett making the move to the Myrtle today), the following passage from March 7th in <i><b>My Utmost for His Highest</b></i> spoke to my heart.... a lot. Someone please remind me of this in the near future. </span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>"In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>Romans 8:37</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Paul was speaking here of the things that might seem likely to separate a saint from the love of God. But the remarkable thing is that nothing can come between the love of God and a saint. The things Paul mentioned in this passage can and do disrupt the close fellowship of our soul with God and separate our natural life from Him. But none of them is able to come between the love of God and the soul of a saint on the spiritual level. The bedrock of our Christian faith is the unmerited, fathomless marvel of the love of God exhibited on the Cross of Calvary; a love that is not earned and can never be. Paul said this is the reason that "in all these things we are more than conquerors." We are super-victors with a joy that comes from experiencing the very things which look as if they are going to overwhelm us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Huge waves that would frighten an ordinary swimmer produce a tremendous thrill for the surfer who has ridden them. Let's apply that to our own circumstances. The things we try to avoid and fight against-- tribulation, suffering, and persecution--are the very things that produce abundant joy in us. "We are more than conquerors through Him" "in all these things", not in spite of them, but in the midst of them. A saint doesn't know the joy of the Lord in spite of tribulation, but because of it. Paul said, "I am exceedingly joyful in all our tribulation" (2 Corinthians 7:4).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Undaunted radiance is not built on anything passing, but on the love of God that nothing can alter. The experiences of life, terrible or monotonous, are impotent to touch the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. </span></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-88518289158292738512010-12-29T09:44:00.004-05:002010-12-29T10:40:13.971-05:00Two Days<div style="text-align: center;">Two days, that is the total number of days our family has been well during the month of December (that may include November as well...my brain is too fried to think back that far). Keep in mind that two days is the number of days we have individually been well, we have not had two days of us all being well. Mostly because Evan has been sick since birth. Therefore, any vision I had of a dream holiday season was completely thwarted. When will I learn to stop having expectations of things???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, our little family had the stomach virus the whole week before Christmas, and Evan came down with an awful cold. Luckily the stomach virus was cleared up by Christmas Eve but Evan's cold was only getting worse and then after he broke out in hives after a bath, we ended up at the doctor with him in the late afternoon on Christmas Eve. And since the doctor's office is closed on Christmas Eve, we had to take him to the Children's Hospital. Garrett was at work when all this happened so my sister drove me to the hospital. Garrett met us there, so my sister took his car and drove home. Well, when we went to leave the hospital we realized we had failed to get my car keys from her (the hospital is almost 40 minutes from my parents house), so we had to wait for more keys to show up. We get home around 6:30 (after we had already missed church), only to discover that I had left one of our bags (containing my i-phone) sitting at the entrance of the emergency room. I cried (imagine that). We called. Praise the Lord they had it. So we scarfed down a quick but delicious Christmas Eve dinner and then made the trek back to the hospital. Then we came home and crashed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We woke up Christmas morning, opened presents, and then packed up all of the junk it takes to go anywhere with 2 small kids. Then we headed to Spartanburg to spend Christmas with Garrett's family. We were there for two days (where we were all well except for Evan). During those two days we got to experience great time with Garrett's family and the most beautiful White Christmas. However, when we woke up on Monday morning, I looked at Garrett and said, "my throat hurts." He said, "mine too." We thought it was just allergies or something. By the time we got home that afternoon I had a fever of 101. Tuesday morning, I go to the doctor, Strep Throat. Seriously??? So, I've been quarantined (again). Garrett is going to the doctor this afternoon. Here's to 2011 being a healthy year. And here's some pics from the few seconds we were well.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1hw4qZViCm43jGiuCsD0VFo8PZDPFASZ7Gn6Gj3sauYwQp92_gs_p_BWEGIYXu9Fl7yZ9UT2_b7Q8rLmpMm6-a8qhWSlZdt1X9mwwEUqlMcKloY1m5xVoA181xV_ZJs5ZRKsJiYqUpw/s1600/DSCN3146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1hw4qZViCm43jGiuCsD0VFo8PZDPFASZ7Gn6Gj3sauYwQp92_gs_p_BWEGIYXu9Fl7yZ9UT2_b7Q8rLmpMm6-a8qhWSlZdt1X9mwwEUqlMcKloY1m5xVoA181xV_ZJs5ZRKsJiYqUpw/s400/DSCN3146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556128514389913154" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw41rANhcYzsAxD2NbvmqKqqJogrxqs3o6TguEF9itKMxeq3QzH1UIDP6__9nMMeYfyn-LBOwzEg4QzboMpuDuouLNem9NYObAMvtQaGfUr_N-hOzfjJpx1C-d84yq3qMeargGEOKXhJw/s1600/DSCN3149.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NHHmeGE8zgRL1CrXZT95YVHlT46_fp07balTzYccyTEuLfzPShQ841p0bqAC4zfpIMOQOGCIfVDivu6j9y2-GneMw8ozmbXAXTB2JW9vh5SNzWIEYph1QMKQcllnv6BP-Z5nhJrIick/s400/DSCN3176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556126724048886578" /></a>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-10286103527785803252010-12-22T13:19:00.002-05:002010-12-22T13:31:24.126-05:00When I Get to Heaven<div style="text-align: center;">You know how you always here people say things like, "When I get to heaven, the first thing I'm gonna ask God is why does __________ have to happen (you can fill in the blank, I couldn't come up with a good example). Anyway, when I get to heaven, the first thing I am asking is, <i>"Why the heck does everyone always come down with the stupid stomach virus in the middle of the <b>night</b>?"</i> Apparently, my kids don't know how to throw up during the day and neither do we. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As you'll remember, Emerson had the awful stomach virus about a month ago and threw up, all NIGHT. Well, this past Saturday NIGHT she threw up at 4am. Then on Monday NIGHT, Garrett starting throwing up at 4am and then last NIGHT I started throwing up at 1am. Don't get me wrong, I don't want anyone throwing up any time but I really think I would prefer let's say, 11am. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to a throw up free Christmas....and according to the weather man maybe a little snow.</div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-49922637470599495012010-12-20T22:33:00.002-05:002010-12-20T22:40:01.954-05:00Thank Goodness<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://blog.nj.com/hudsoncountynow_impact/2009/07/medium_figure-skater-nicole-bobek-makes-bail-hudson-jail.jpg" id="il_fi" height="316" width="240" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently Emerson is really into watching ice skating. Twice in the past few weeks the Today Show has had people ice skating on the show. Both times Emerson has stopped dead in her tracks and climbed up into my lap to watch the skaters. As soon as they are done she hops down and goes about her business. I love her sitting in my lap so much that I YouTubed ice skating performances and let her watch a few...from my lap of course. Thank goodness she's not into synchronized swimming or I may have to watch this....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.maniacworld.com/top-ten-weird-sports-faces-2.jpg" id="il_fi" height="571" width="446" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-43459082140562567712010-12-15T21:12:00.005-05:002010-12-16T10:28:10.728-05:00Another Move and A Cookie Swap<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, it's that time again, time for a member of our family to move. Yes folks, after 8 long weeks of having our family of 4 living under one roof, it's time to change it up. Last week Garrett got the phone call I've been dreading...they're moving him to Myrtle Beach at the end of the month. Ha Ha, laugh it up. After enjoying making fun of the </span></span><a href="http://meetharrisonbrantley.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Brantley's </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">all this time for living in the Myrtle, my husband will now be living there too. I can't lie, I'm sad. Sad that I will once again not be living with my super hot husband. Sad that my kids won't have their dad around all the time. Sad.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A few positives however are: Garrett is employed, that's positive. Also positive, my best friend lives in the Myrtle so at least I will get to see her when we go visit....and Em will get to see her betrothed, </span></span><a href="http://meetharrisonbrantley.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Harrison</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, and we will get to see baby Fisher who is due to be born in early January. All positives. We have no clue how long Garrett will be there for.....only time will tell.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Another positive thing that is not related to the upcoming move, I'm helping host a cookie swap this Saturday. I can't wait. I love holiday parties, especially ones that revolve around eating cookies and taking cookies home. I have been thinking about what kind of cookies to make for a few weeks now. I turned to my friend </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/">Martha</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> for a little help. First I tried making these little guys, </span></span><a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/lucindas-molasses-drops?&backto=true&backtourl=/photogallery/cookie-swap-favorites-from-Martha-Stewart#slide_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lucinda's Molasses Drops</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/ms_living/2009Q4//mld105177_1209_molasses_l.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My sister-in-law, Amber, aka one of my best friends, came down on Saturday to help me test out the cookie recipe. We had a great time hanging out, but the cookies didn't turn out quite right. They were interesting but not what I wanted to bring to the 1st Annual Cookie Swap. So, on Sunday, I tried making something similar to these...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img height="450" width="360" class="lpgVerticalShadow" src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/everyday_food/2004Q4/18edf05_e_xl.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cocoa Nib Rounds (shortbread with cocoa nibs). In case you are wondering...what the heck is a Cocoa Nib??? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(i thought they were just little bits of chocolate)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">... </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cocoa Nibs</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">are perfectly roasted cocoa beans separated from their husks and broken into small bits. They are the essence of chocolate. Nibs add crunchiness and subtle chocolate flavor to baked goods and savory dishes. They make a great substitute for roasted nuts or chocolate chips, without added sweetness (definition courtesy of </span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gourmetsleuth.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">gourmetsleuth.com</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)." </span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyway, the cookies turned out great. If you want to try them, COME TO THE COOKIE SWAP! If you are interested, message me, and I will give you the details (location, time, etc). </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just show up with 2 dozen of your favorite cookies. And leave with cookies to take home to your family and friends.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img height="450" width="360" class="lpgVerticalShadow" src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/special_issues/2003//a100264_hol03_plates_xl.jpg" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yummmm....the cookies are helping to ease the pain of the impending move already. I swear I'm going on a diet after Christmas...if not Garrett may never want to come back from the Myrtle.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Sans', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3767896210106493820.post-9698671571734873282010-12-08T14:32:00.005-05:002010-12-08T15:39:48.342-05:00It's A Miracle<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As noted on the sidebar of this blog, in the past it has been 100% impossible to get a picture of our family with everyone at least facing the camera. Enter Kim DeLoach. I got to know Kim while I was on staff at Grace. I have loved getting to know her over the years. Not only do I consider her a friend but I also think she is one of the more talented photographers I know. To check out her work go </span><a href="http://kimdeloachphoto.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. To check out the wonders she worked on our family...don't move a muscle. Here is a sampling of the recent pics she took of our little family. Please note that is only a very small sampling b/c to post more than a few would take a fortnight. And well, I have a little time, but not a fortnight (which I think is technically like 14 days).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our precious, precious, precious Evan. You have never met a sweeter more pleasant baby. I promise.</span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t3uZUFVZm23RxHwySUlhPdF_kFBM1E9SbPRMo4c_ADH4n0ygEf4iHDmbw-b2u5Iyr1Jex_doOIOhKVPqLnSCtNo2IlzQ0ra1HSXoHqky00ztpVA9tOuejERiHTelEh1nEEHoybN1Zho/s1600/AllisonRnewb-170-19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t3uZUFVZm23RxHwySUlhPdF_kFBM1E9SbPRMo4c_ADH4n0ygEf4iHDmbw-b2u5Iyr1Jex_doOIOhKVPqLnSCtNo2IlzQ0ra1HSXoHqky00ztpVA9tOuejERiHTelEh1nEEHoybN1Zho/s400/AllisonRnewb-170-19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548411838737542962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our precious, precious, precious Emerson. The cutest yet </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">feistiest</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> little lady I have ever known. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQ_N21E1C6KoyekBuojPkNBkCOKe0w8OBvBbXYXnHmF5QMFKyI-ir1DBUDoZx0PXhb3iPfLGDJuiwGCu9V6A4XyMIrjG7hHbiXT-FRksENs4Nb8rSZ7-2mgsxn64fl6lp752qWWZPf5M/s400/AllisonRnewb-116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548399945001024194" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The miracle photo. Everyone is almost looking at the camera.</span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAT0A-H0Vx9fVz2dvQYmfulWJFjMVLuAPOYHgzm-odfaSldaziwpathOC_2JA08jR7odT8lDtVfCkqMjDEhflKsTKQ6fme4YacRRjPx5zvZH8YXWi1Frg2_tJbIebAG-CKoHPhvtyeWQ/s1600/AllisonRnewb-120.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAT0A-H0Vx9fVz2dvQYmfulWJFjMVLuAPOYHgzm-odfaSldaziwpathOC_2JA08jR7odT8lDtVfCkqMjDEhflKsTKQ6fme4YacRRjPx5zvZH8YXWi1Frg2_tJbIebAG-CKoHPhvtyeWQ/s400/AllisonRnewb-120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548411829192371810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thank you Kim DeLoach. We are so thankful for you!</span></div></div>Garrett and Allison Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01578086532717870905noreply@blogger.com4